Extreme Wealth System Novels & Stories

Elsa, who had sensed that shifted her face. "Think about it, Elsa. It's only for a year and during that year, you will have access to my properties and resources. In return, my mother will get to meet her grandchildren as she had always wanted. Remember you are not going to lose anything, in fact, you have a lot to gain than I have. It's a marriage of convenience, with no strings or feelings attached. And after one year, we will go our separate ways and never meet each other," "Just like that?" She asked, showing interest in the deal. Her body was getting calmed and her face was becoming soft. Chester sensed that and continued to lure her into accepting the contract.

"I am sure there are cheaper places. So we're talking about you spending someone's monthly rent in one week. Let's not even talk about other expenses. You're so lucky," I shot a brow in confusion. "Lucky, how?" "Aren't you? You get to spend what people earn about two months in a week. I don't think I've made close to that in a month since grad school," "Yeah, the wide margin. If I wasn't as privileged as I am now, I wouldn't be spending so much," She nodded. "Yes, I understand what you mean. But it still doesn't mean that eighty thousand rubles a week isn't outrageous,"

Mia could see Aaron's interest in it and that was all she needed. "Everyone loves something shiny and everyone needs money. This is an easier way of purchasing goods, weapons and whatever you need from their territories without having to raid them or go to war with them. It's a solid means trust me and it's ours. Of course, it'll revolutionise the barter system that we use and maybe other packs will one day start to produce theirs but we can be better than them since we started it first and we'll learn how it'll work on the economy, ultimately making this the wealthiest pack." She explained. "Silence." Aaron yelled and silence immediately fell over the hall.

“And the President rules the country.” Jackson turns to me slowly, pity flickering in his eyes. “He thinks he does. But money rules. Hell, this room together owns more than 1% of the world’s wealth.” I blink. What? “So it makes perfect sense if you think about it, Sis,” Jackson continues planarly. “The Circle owns 92% of that wealth. Of course, Alexander wanted in.” How does he know so much? He doesn’t even care about money. And why does none of this sound like news to him?

That was what it meant to tire the people. Then came the next rule: keeping the people humiliated or humble. Hayley introduced a monitoring-and-reporting system, encouraging residents to supervise one another. That way, punishments could be enforced efficiently, keeping everyone cautious, hard-working, and obedient to the rules. And finally, keeping the people poor. This meant stripping away wealth beyond basic survival. Before the apocalypse, the world had been full of workers who lived paycheck to paycheck. These people labored their whole lives yet never managed to save much, spending most of their wages just to get by. Making more money was nearly impossible.

Pearly tugged at Susanne's arm, her face turned pale with fear when she heard that she might have a chance to meet the five young masters. Even the best in the class had an annual income of only ten million dollars or so. Compared to the five great young masters, they were nothing. The others also trembled with fear. They all sat quietly at the table, not even daring to pick up their cutleries. The five great young masters were the heirs of their tycoon families. They had trillions of wealth, and they stood at the pinnacle of power and wealth in Wyverna. They were willing to sit there because of Alexander.

System Eye was the one who was the most concerned out of the two who was mulling over about the sudden change of their life to this first world Well, one was thinking about the superior order and was determined to stood his grounds-oh no, his powerful data (but not really) while one was thinking how did he needed to buy information when it was free because it was his own system who was fetching off some information he needed to know after this day that he supposed he could say, was such a hectic after all of the fuss he suffered in just one day? If a system was bound to him, he be like an assistant in real life So why would he need to pay for this piece of information? He could even just get

Maybe being the sole heir to one of the oldest and biggest advertisement empires made him mature way earlier than us all before. That boy hacked from old money. Maxwell family was one of the richest families in the entire world. He belonged to the top 1% group of rich people in the food chain. Just like an apex predator that lives and breathes money. I already knew that he was way out of my league and could serve as a great distraction between me and my goals, but still, there was a tiny little part of me that yearned to be caressed in his arms and share another heart melting kiss, just like before.

Is he referring to them? "Not relative. They are not related to any of us by blood. But their ancestors owe us. It was me who gave them the wealth to start and live. The wealth lasted for generations and generations until now." Elijah explained to me. I can't believe that there is such wealth in the mortal realm. Elijah labeled them as old money. In this category, rich people have millions. Super-rich people have hundreds of billions. To be exact, old money belongs to the super-rich, which means the family is a billionaire or more. "Bring Sicario here," Elijah ordered a sentinel not far away.

"A series of shell companies I set up while we were in the chopper. We just bought ninety percent of the world’s lithium. All the oil. And the satellite network." "With what money?" Abigail’s face went the color of ash. "Your coalition’s money." Caleb stood up. He walked around the table. Slow. Predatory. "I hijacked your buy-back algorithm. You just funded your own extinction." Abigail Moore sank back into her chair. The paper folder in front of her looked like trash. She looked at me. Then at Caleb. "You can't hold it," she whispered. "The world won't let werewolves run the banks."