Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My $1,200 won’t stretch, and without a job, I was totally screwed. I walk back to the subway as I fought back tears because crying wouldn't get me a job, and it definitely will not pay my rent. Back in my soon to be old apartment, I sink to the floor, boxes stacked around me. I was out of options, out of time. I scroll listings again, desperate, and find a sublet in a rough part of town—$600 a month, no deposit, a room in a crumbling building. The advery screams “last resort,” but that’s me now. I call the number, and the landlord told me that it’s available, no questions asked.

"You've remembered my tastes all these years… I'd almost forgotten them myself. "By the way, what rent did you say you were paying?" I shifted the topic suddenly. "Guess." "Four hundred?" I offered a tentative low estimate. "You'll never guess—zero!" I froze. "No rent? This place isn't haunted or hiding some secret room, right?" I joked. She looked serious. "There are no problems with the apartment. I guarantee it. No rent… because it's mine." "I can pay market rate—or a friend's discount if you prefer." I pulled out my phone, pretending to transfer the money.

“Not the ones sitting comfortably at the top of the League… the ones underneath them. The ones who feel overlooked.” “The ambitious ones,” I added. “Exactly.” I smiled. Ambitious people were predictable. They always wanted more. Before Jacob could say anything else, my phone buzzed. I glanced down and saw Mei’s name flash across the screen. I answered immediately. “Mei.” Her voice came through clear and professional. “John, I wanted to update you on the acquisitions.” “Go ahead.” “We’ve secured two new apartment complexes,” she began. “The first building has nearly two hundred units. Each apartment rents for approximately five thousand dollars a month.”

The landlord said that if she wanted to move now, the deposit and rent paid in advance could be refunded to her. Olive thanked her gratefully. After solving this problem, she turned on her computer and began to browse the rental website. After a while, she couldn't find a suitable one. Because the house in South Star was really hard to find. In such a city, the lowest rent for an apartment, which is well furnished and with one bedroom and one living room, was almost three or four thousand a month. This was indeed difficult for her current economic situation. Olive had a headache. She simply said to Abigail: [Abi, I'm going to move.]

The fake Yvonne said, "A big apartment in downtown South City is going to be more than ten million dollars no matter what. Do you…do you know how many people who have helped me are there?" Marcus pursed his lips and smiled. "My adorable wife, don't tell me that you have more than ten thousand people who have helped you over the years. If there are ten thousand people, then I indeed can't afford it. That's going to be more than one hundred billion dollars. I'll really have to go bankrupt. There can't really be ten thousand people who have helped you, can there? If that's really the case, then your husband will have to retract what he said."

The convenience of a shorter commute and the promise of a new beginning compelled her to seek a new apartment. The phone only rang a few times before a warm, enthusiastic voice answered, “Hello, this is Horizon Estates. You’re speaking with Liam. How can I assist you today?” Emily took a moment to collect her thoughts before speaking clearly and concisely. “Hi, I’m looking to rent a one-bedroom apartment near WhaleTech, ideally within a 5,000 RMB budget. It would be great if it’s within walking distance of a subway station, and ideally, I’d like the commute to be under twenty minutes.”

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 progressive-markdown" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The forty thousand dollars hit my account exactly when Julian said it would. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I stared at the number on my phone screen for a solid five minutes, unable to quite believe it was real. More money than I'd ever had at once. More money than I typically made in eight months. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I paid off my back rent immediately. Gave my landlord notice that I'd be moving out on schedule and started looking for a new apartment. Put aside money for supplies, for the studio, for living expenses.

I didn't want to listen to them anymore and turned around to go back to my room. After closing the door, I took out my phone and called Mr. Lawson, who was managing my apartment. "Increase the rent to 2,400 dollars."

"I'd like to see it." He stepped aside without welcoming me inside. The apartment was small but clean. One bedroom, a living room that barely fit a couch, a kitchen you could touch both walls from if you stretched your arms. Well, great. "It's cool," I said, looking around. My voice sounded fake even to me. "What's the rent?" "Three thousand a month," he said, leaning against the doorframe. "What? A three thousand? For a one-bedroom?" I tried to keep the panic out of my voice. I'm pretty sure I failed because my face reflected my exact emotions.

Now we were penniless. I was unloading our suitcases with the help of the mansion's staff, after finally finding a small affordable apartment, when Rachel entered the luxurious foyer of the mansion where we still lived, with a radiant smile on her face. "I got two million dollars!" she exclaimed, elated. I was about to jump for joy too, but then I remembered what she had offered to do and connected the dots, realizing that the amount must refer to the auction where she had put herself up for sale.