Of course, I'm not going to Russia if you ask. Too many documents need preparing, too many permission forms from the high school to be handled.And as a boss, I could just call my people to do it for me. So, I will send my people who will do the business and investing there.Russia will become a big market, just like China. I need to start early to get the biggest piece of there.Sergei, Anna, and Ivan returned to meet me a week after our last meeting."Tell me," Sergei was smoking and sipping red wine as we sat on the balcony at the same penthouse as last week."What do you think you will do in Russia? The KGB has made the four of us your bridge to Russian and government business. You only need to pay 20% to the KGB and 35% government tax, and we will protect you like you are our father.""Not bad," I said. For now, I need political power more than anything."Well, first, I'd like to invest in Yandex, one of your Russian companies," I said, recalling that it could become as big as Go
I have acquired the skill of human acupuncture precision from system shop.With this ability, I can easily identify the acupuncture points on anyone who tries to attack me.It's simple. When people attempt to move their right hand to attack me, their bodies pump blood through the blood vessels to the right arms.If I strike one of these vessel paths or an acupuncture point, the blood flow is disrupted, causing the right hand to become limp and unmovable.So, when I hit the acupuncture points controlling the hands and legs, the assailants suddenly find themselves unable to move both arms and legs; they just collapse.Especially when I channel my inner energy into the acupuncture point, they remain immobilized until my energy dissipates, which takes about an hour.Sixty people have become easy targets for my practice.Once, a person swung a baseball bat embedded with nails at me. I dodged and hit the acupuncture point on his arm.The bat dropped, and he couldn’t move his hand. Using my
University of Oxford."Alex, I think it's time for you to accept that you never fit in with Miranda," a woman in her early twenties said to me as I served her a pizza."Why?" I asked."Look at you," Danielle, Miranda’s best friend, called out. "You work part-time at a pizza shop. You don’t have a car. How can you keep thinking that you can be Miranda’s boyfriend?"“We love each other.”“Fuck love!”"I helped her a lot in our first year. I even did all her assignments," I said."Alex, tell me, how much do you earn working here?""$5 per hour.""How do you think a guy who only gets scrap money, without a car, without anything, can be Miranda’s boyfriend!""With love, for sure," I said."You are poor, Alex! You can't even feed yourself well and you're hanging by your scholarship.”“I love her and she love me. End story!” I replied.“Oh please, all poor people talk about love. If you don’t have money, don’t find a girlfriend, just use your fingers to fuck.""Danielle, I know you are Mira
I sat at the side of the road, lost in thought. Rich or poor, it seemed everyone had an angle.When I was wealthy, people swarmed around me, their intentions as transparent as glass—each one after my fortune. No one really wanted me.Yet, when I am poor, people also leave me because of my poverty; no one really loves me either.Suddenly, my phone rang, pulling me from my reverie."Mr. Alex.""Yes?" I answered."I got your number from Mr. Xian.""What do you want?" I asked, noticing a group beginning to form around me. It appeared that Damian's thugs had rallied their forces."I heard you offer freelance bodyguard jobs, and right now, you're at the University of Oxford.""Yes," I replied as I stood, plugging my phone into a wired earphone.About ten guys, armed with baseball bats and iron bars, approached me menacingly."How dare you hit Damian's people," they shouted as they advanced.To me, their movements were sluggish, almost comical. I struck one in the face, channeling my inner e
Inside the pizza café, in front of all the people eating, drinking, and looking at the incident."Oops, sorry," Damian said, laughing. "My hand slipped."I took a deep breath and glanced at the clock on the wall; only three more minutes remained before I could end my shift."It's okay," I said politely as I moved to clean it up. "I'll take care of it."Just as I bent down to pick up the soup bowl, Damian carelessly dropped another bowl of soup on my head, chuckling, "Oops, sorry waiter, it slipped from my hand again.""It's okay," I replied calmly.When the next shift part-time worker arrived to help clean up, I headed to the back of the café, took a wash, and changed my clothes.After slipping into my usual attire, I exited through the back door and then re-entered the café through the front door.The part-time worker looked up in surprise. "Anything left?" he asked."No, I'm a customer now. Please give me the menu," I responded. He handed me a menu, and I ordered two bowls of chicke
As I was taking care of Sophia, explaining everything about Oxford University to her, she clung to my arm with a smile on her face.I felt like she was enjoying the relationship between a man and a woman for the first time."Are you still doing this? Don’t you think your boyfriend will be jealous?" I asked when we are passing the park.Sophia laughed joyfully. "Do you know that I've never had a boyfriend?""Really?" I smiled in disbelief. "It's impossible for a beautiful girl like you to have no boyfriend.""I went to an all-girls high school, and when I was there, there were a lot of scary guys chasing everyone. So, no guy really dared to make a move on me."I laughed. Thinking they must be her bodyguards, Who in the right mind want to date a mafia’s daughter.Suddenly, I found myself thinking maybe it was time for me to return to my early life being rich.Why do I keep pretending to be poor? For my ego? Let's start by reclaiming my title, "Prince Charming." It's already been so long
In the entrance hall of the bridge, where people were hanging around, Danielle approached me and said, “How can a poor person like you come here?”I stared at Danielle, this girl so eager to cling to Damian’s side, as he is the wealthy second son of the Spencer family.It seemed she played a crucial role as the go-between Miranda and Damian.From what I recalled, Miranda typically stayed at her apartment, immersed in college work and her paintings, rarely venturing out except for our beautiful times together.It was impossible for Miranda to looked for Damian.As for Danielle, she was just another bad girl, flitting from one group to another, desperate to connect with society’s elite.But who knows.In past I invested in Miranda artwork, but everything changed once she became quite famous and gained money.“Danielle, I could ask the same thing of you. Last time I checked, you were just as poor as me, and even poorer since you still owe me $200 for rent from months ago. Please pay it b
Damian, upon first glimpsing Sofia, was captivated by her beauty and smile. He could not shake the image of her from his mind, his desire for her growing.Stealthily, he moved toward where Sofia was, while Miranda and Danielle were still engrossed in watching Alex perform.He approached Sofia, "You are Sofia, right? I just got your name from my friend."Sofia looked at Damian, her brow furrowed. "So, are you thinking about breaking up with your new girlfriend?""Let's not talk about that," Damian replied, his mind still on Miranda. How could he let go of a catch that was already so close?"Alex is poor and unfit for you. I'm honestly giving you advice; kick that guy out of your life.""Why are you making choices for my life?" Sofia challenged."Because it's for your own good," Damian said, forcing a smile. "I'm a good and kind person you should hang around with. Care to give me your phone number?""Fuck off," Sofia snapped suddenly. "You're just an asshole. A disgusting creature.""It