What if you sold DUBAI CHOCOLATE in Ancient Rome?

What if you sold Dubai chocolate in ancient Rome? Day 1. You arrive in Rome carrying cocoa beans, pistachios, and kunawha. Sweets in the markets are luxury. These guys only eat rotten meat and bread. You grind the beans into a paste and pour it into molds. Then you layer it with kunawha paste. Once they set, you break the bar open. Thick green filling spills out. People stop walking and gather around you. Day 2. You set up near the Colosseum. People line up outside your stall. They call it green turds. A Roman soldier takes one bite. He freezes. He buys ten more to give his whole family diabetes. By sunset, Rome is covered in chocolate wrappers. Day 3. The city is addicted. The demand only grows. A gladiator comes to you. He asks you to make a batch for the whole army before training. They want the sugar rush during training. By midday, you run out of milk, so you walk over the river Tiber to strike deals with farmers. You now have fresh milk every morning. Week 1. You see that someone is stealing. You get closer and catch the thief. It's fucking socrates stealing your shit. He says he can explain and tries to ask you his bum-ass questions. You've had enough. You tie him up in the streets as an example to not steal. That should show him. Month 1. Kunafa is known across the empire. Rome imports cocoa everywhere now. Senators eat your chocolates during debates. Markets don't smell like piss anymore. They smell like melted chocolate. Rome becomes the chocolate capital. Year 1. You're the richest person in Rome. You run your own chocolate factory and workers. Rome no longer runs on bread and rotten meat. it runs because of you. You didn't just sell chocolate, you brought diabetes to Rome.