Become A Super Rich With Crazy System Novels & Stories

Change your number to be the same as me then the problem will be sorted! Mary's voice. 'Change the price of every item?' Wandy asked. 'Yes, Fool. You are this stupid that's why you are so useless and haven't moved up any further in your life. Be smart, Wandy. Use your brain. If you want something, you've got to grab it and find the opportunity yourself. In life, nobody will hand you big fish easily. These people, they are already loaded, filthy rich. You don't have to worry about their profits. Don't you see that they are making lots of it out of our hard-working and sweat? Smart people must seize opportunities. Got it?'

“How about I make it one hundred and fifty million dollars? How about I do that for you?” His eyes widened as I smiled. “That’s what I thought. You’d be one hundred and fifty million richer if all you had to do was follow my rules. That’s enough money for you to buy the house you want to buy. That’s enough money for you to travel to any country in the world. To be amongst the richest men in the world. That’s enough money for you to use and get anything. Any car you want. Any house. You can even get yourself a private jet if you want. You can afford them all.”

"My father was a 'Sovereign' who begged for your capital. My mother was an 'Anchor' who begged for your empathy. I am a Manager who demands your Compliance." A new prompt appeared on your screen, written in a font that looked like it was carved into the glass: DIRECTIVE 001: THE SYSTEM UPGRADE. The 'Billionaire Romance' is being rebranded as 'THE TYRANT’S RECKONING.' YOUR CURRENT BALANCE: [ZERO] TO CONTINUE WATCHING, YOU MUST PLEDGE: [YOUR FUTURE NARRATIVE AGENCY] "If you want to see what happens to Julian and Clara," the boy whispered, his bronze eyes locking onto yours through the lens, "you have to stop being an 'Architect' and start being a Server. I don't want your 'Likes.' I want your

"Need new equipment. Same specs as last time. Deliver to my new address." Three seconds later, the response came. "Done. Three days." I sent another message to my contact in Singapore. "Secure video platform. Need it up by tomorrow. Priority." "Already on it." That was the thing about being rich. Not comfortable rich or sort of rich or my father left me a little something rich. But rich rich. The kind of rich where you do not look at price tags because the numbers stopped meaning anything a long time ago. My books had sold forty million copies. The Miracle Doctor consultations started at fifty thousand dollars and went up from there. I had offshore accounts and investment portfolios and a fi

' Lauren facepalms himself and curses at the system for making him feel stupid 'well I should have asked the question properly, as it doesn't have its own consciousness to read my thoughts' Lauren 'what I meant is there any way to earn money through the system' System 'there is no other way, the host is required to defeat gym battles and win the pokemon league to earn money' Lauren 'well that's a bummer but on the other hand, the reward is not bad at all and I even got an ultra ball even though I cannot use it right now maybe in future I can'

"You are not a father. You are a vulture. And I won't be dead. Michael's knuckles were white as he grabbed the edge of the table. For a moment, he lost his cool, and something much darker came out—a tempest of icy, deadly revenge. The doors to the boardroom sprang open. A messenger came in, out of breath, holding a silver tablet. He didn't say anything; he just slipped the device onto the polished table, where its brilliance lit up everyone's faces. Michael Richards got up slowly, his eyes shining with happiness. "Men, I hope you liked the show." But here comes the encore. Theodore bent over the television, and his dark hair fell across his forehead. "What is this?" "Your empire is falling a

"Stop crying, you idiot, we're going to have to serve the crazy rich Richard Smith world soon." Her words just now managed to make me laugh out loud. However, when I realized the name Natty had mentioned, I was hit by reality again. I was slapped by the fact that my life had been really miserable. The fact that there was a family named Richard Smith who was nicknamed crazy rich, as well as a woman named Sara Smith who chose to live a miserable life with an asshole man for years, made me shed tears again with my chest feeling very tight.

"Don't act like a kid, I've shown you everything you need to understand in this business but you keep acting like a new comer, no one is actually your friend, you have to be alert always." Typical of my Dad, he had just woken me with his call to break it to me that marrying Grayson was for no merger, instead, he had planted me as a spy to give him information, report every financial decision they made. How low does he have to go? And what was he ready to exchange me for in pursuit of the success of his company? "I can't do that Father, it's bad enough that I have to be here till God knows when, now you're turning me into a mole? What if I get caught? Do you think Mr. Coleman would spare me?"

I pretended to be disgruntled. In fact, everyone knew that Matthew was very rich. He not only ran the family business, but also used his money to invest in many things, so even if he left Brown Corporation, he was still a billionaire. Moreover, he also had a lot of shares in the corporation. If he left the corporation, he wouldn't have to work hard anymore and still receive money from the profits of the corporation. "Then I must rely on you." Matthew pinched his cheek. "That idea is not bad, you can rest assured at home, I will earn money to support my family. I guarantee you will be much whiter and fatter." I laugh proudly.

I raised two fingers, and he said dismissively, “Just two hundred thousand? If you treat me well over the next few days, I’ll give you a bonus once I regain my memories.” My eyes lit up. “How much?” Shaun raised two fingers as well. “Two million a month.” I shut the laptop and smiled brightly. “What do you want? I’ll buy you a drink. Whatever you like!” “Maybe some sparkling water. But tomorrow. I want to take a shower and sleep now.” “Sure. What do you want to eat tomorrow?” “Croissants and coffee.”