I drove my car to one of the finest malls in my city.Strolling past each shop within the mall, I was on the lookout for a location to buy cellphones. It was markedly different in 2010 when nearly every nook of the mall was adorned with cellphones. Some malls were even exclusively dedicated to laptops and cellphones. The need to establish my own company and import every cellphone and its components to this country became apparent.Especially in the near future, Chinese products will become prevalent. They are remarkably inexpensive but have a short lifespan. They experience a brief surge in popularity, only to suddenly vanish and reemerge with entirely different products.However, soon, Apple, Samsung, and other products will dominate. I must leverage this information to construct my business empire, achieve a monopoly, and secure my position at the pinnacle of Forbes.In the heart of the mall, my eyes caught the allure of a luxurious cellphone store. Inside, there were five saleswome
Inside the car, driving back to the rehabilitation center, I was thinking that even in my past life, I never used money this extravagantly, giving tips of $300. It would truly cause a significant financial strain and heartache.In the past, I learned from my mentor, "Rich people never buy what they want; they only buy what they need, because desires are limitless, but needs are limited." I faithfully followed this motto, which made me frugal and limited my indulgences.However, in my later years, I met another extremely wealthy individual who told me, "You can spend as much money as you want; it's part of life to find happiness, but you need to ensure you earn more than you spend. Work smart."In simple terms, It's not the act of spending money that's the problem; it's the speed at which you accumulate it that matters. That became my latest motto.I reached the rehabilitation center and walked to Victoria's room, passing through the garden. If there's one thing that remains consistent
"Alright," I murmured. It was a really big and old house. No wonder she got scared."Thank you, brother," She climbed onto the bed, its sheets whispering softly in the quiet room. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow on her face, revealing a mix of comfort and lingering unease."Good night, Celeste. You sleep first, I still have something to do." My fingers danced across the phone's screen, sending a message to Rachel, inquiring if she'd be interested in working with me for twice her current salary. She could help me with a range of tasks, including potentially serving as my private secretary."Good night, brother." Celeste nestled into the bed, her body relaxing as she found a cozy position. The room filled with the gentle sound of her breathing, a rhythm of peace in the vast house.Turning my attention away, I checked my system, something I hadn't done in a long while. The display flickered to life, revealing my karma balance.[Negative karma: -8,712,500]In the rece
"I'll start working with you tomorrow," the text from Rachel read.After sending her my address, I set my phone aside and gazed at Celeste, who was sleeping peacefully beside me. She possessed a lovely face, but she appeared excessively thin for her age. Perhaps she wasn't getting the right nutrition. I had to ensure that I took the best care of her going forward.As for Victoria, I inquired with a staff member, and it was confirmed that she was battling cancer. However, no one knew the extent of her remaining time, and the team was putting in their utmost effort to support her due to the complexity of her situation.I learned from a more senior staff member that Victoria used to be a model when she was young but had fallen victim to drugs and lost everything. It was no surprise that Celeste was also stunning.Lying beside Celeste, I drifted into a restful sleep, preparing for the busy day ahead.***The tranquility of the early morning was shattered by the sound of loud banging at th
I was collecting human garbage in the front yard. I pulled the 8 thugs and laid them on the gate. Their cries of pain echoed, trapped in broken bones and their futile attempt to escape. I lingered there, my gaze fixed on the empty street, anticipating the arrival of another thug. Time ticked by, stretching the possibility that he might not dare to confront me, especially with his comrades incapacitated.“Hei,” I called out, nudging Jack with a firm kick at the very spot where his bone lay shattered. “Please do tell me, do you still have any friends left?”“We... don’t have friends anymore…” His voice quivered, his eyes wide with terror, reflecting his shattered spirit.As I stood there, surveying the horizon, letting passersby witness the defeated men strewn before me, I noticed Rachel. She ambled down the street, her eyes scanning addresses, searching. “Rachel, I am here,” I beckoned, waving to capture her attention.Rachel's eyes finally met mine, and she quickened her pace. "Sir, I
"Boss," Rachel called out."You can just call me Alex," I responded."I still favor addressing you as 'boss,'" Rachel responded, her cheeks turning a vivid shade of red. Her gaze briefly averted, as though she were wrestling with the significance of the term. "It gives me the sense that I'm genuinely engaged in my work.""Well, suit yourself," I said with a shrug. "What's the problem?""Your car," she hesitated, her eyes darting to the Ford. "I think it's too big for me. Do you have something smaller?"My Ford, a true embodiment of masculine design with its robust body, had always been a source of pride for me. Driving it was like commanding a ship on an asphalt sea. And when I walked out from the car, people would see me as a young successful guy, which raised my popularity a bit. But I understood that for Rachel, something more compact, smaller, sleeker, and manageable would be preferable, especially if she was to be entrusted with taking care of Celeste."Well, you're right. Since
This school was really big and could fit over 3,000 students who were only in grades 10, 11, and 12. It had three large buildings, each with four floors. The middle building was for grade 10, while the buildings on the right and left were for grades 11 and 12. There were two main entrances: one in the front and one in the back, both with parking lots on both sides.The sports facilities, which included a soccer field and basketball courts, were strategically positioned in the middle of the high school, at both the front and back, ensuring convenient access for physical activities.As I meandered through the sprawling grounds of the school, a sense of nostalgia mixed with a newfound curiosity washed over me. Despite spending three years of my past life here, there were corners and secrets of the school I had yet to uncover.In my pastime, I only used the front gate, as it was the one most people used, especially those who were well-off. As for the back gate, I rarely used it, as it see
The pretty girl cast a fleeting glance at my superbike, her eyes tracing its sleek lines with a mix of curiosity and awe. She turned to me, her gaze inquisitive, and asked, “Do you rich?”“Kind of,” I replied, the corner of my mouth lifting in a half-smile.“Give me $200, no $300,” she boldly requested, her voice carrying a hint of daring.She was like a red flag of impatience, her eyes glinting with a mix of hope and skepticism. I reached into my wallet, the leather creaking slightly under my fingers, and pulled out three crisp $100 bills. Handing them over, I watched her expression transform.“Wow, thank you,” she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she looked at me. “Now I am good.”[You get 3,000 positive karma.]Satisfied, I nodded, “Alright,” and revved up my superbike, the engine's roar cutting through the air. I sped away, leaving her behind, but not far down the road, I encountered the long-haired girl walking home, each step laden with weariness. She was the girl contemplatin