How To Make A Million Dollars In 30 Days の小説・ストーリー

Mildred nodded, "Yes, earlier your uncle wanted to invest in the Flower Bay Project, and I gave him all the cash I had. Now, I only have about a hundred thousand in pocket money." Justin was taken aback. He didn't know that. "Well, Grandaunt... Could you lend me that sum first? I'll give you an IOU," Justin asked. It may only be a hundred thousand, but what if he had good luck and managed to turn things around? In the casino, many people lose their entire fortunes overnight, but there are still those who become overnight millionaires. Just last night, he witnessed someone winning several million in just one night. While ordinary people toil for a lifetime without earning that much, some indi

That fucking jerk. ———————————————— When I park my car outside my company building I can’t help but feel proud of what I have achieved in these years. All those days and nights when I sat up and did all that research and day trade. I had learned it from Theo and was good at it. With all the money I had with me, in a few months I had made my first million. Before my twin boys were born I had a couple of millions and brought my first company from an elderly man who had no heir. He helped me get into the company and develop it. It is a trading company.

I was so tense; when he suddenly touched my cheek, I jumped in my seat. “What if I don’t…don’t get the two million?” And in my mind, I shouted, How the heck do I get two million? There was no way that was possible. I get paid minimum wage, and I worked seven days a week to make ends meet. So how the heck would I be able to make two million in two days? “Oh, I’m sure you’ll find a way, Ms. Donovan,” he said, drifting his eyes from my face to my breasts again, his fingers caressing my cheek.

Definitely not this good anyway. “Are you liking the job so far?” Carter asked. “I mean is there anything about it you don't like? Maybe that would be a better question.” “Cindy could be a little nicer,” I said, chuckling. “Besides that, though, it's great. I really enjoy stocks.” “What do you think about handling some larger accounts?” he asked. My eyes widened. “Larger than the ones you've been having me look at lately?” I realized then that a million dollars to a billionaire was nothing. In order to just make a billion dollars in ten years, he'd have to make almost two million dollars a week, every week. My million dollar success was barely half a week's work for him.

How shameless would I be if I solved my own mistake with his money? Putting my wallet away, I whispered the promise to myself before crossing another idea off my mental list. “I'll repay everything one day.” Then I opened my laptop and searched several banks for a loan. But the terms and conditions for a loan that big poured a bucket of cold water over me. The legal process required collateral, property, and assets. And I had… nothing. Groaning, I flopped onto the bed dramatically and typed. “How to make five million dollars in forty-five hours?”

"Hundreds. Every month I knock off more of the short ones. You would be the first top tier goal or reach goal. I think I might retire after that. No place left to go but down." I had her turn over, but she still had her nose buried in my list. "2 Million dollars in 8 years?" "That one started out 1 million in 10 years. I now know that's two easy. Pretty soon I'll probably make it 2.5 million." "Create something that makes the front page of the newspaper?" "Pretty cool, huh?" "Climb the seven summits? What's that?"

“I accept the challenge. Good luck with your mission, Killian. Tomorrow I’ll be out job hunting all day. Once I get something, I’ll disappear.” His jaw clenched, and he rolled off me. “You can work for me. The offer is still open.” I scowled at him. “As what? Your se* slave?” He gaped at me and then grinned. What a bipolar guy! “That’s a great idea! So, are you ready for it? I’ll pay you 30 million dollars for a month.” He cocked an eyebrow, waiting for my reply impatiently. My jaw dropped to the floor. Was he crazy? “Are you planning to rob a bank or something? Have you seen that amount ever?” I had it in my bank before my dad blocked everything.

She said and Marcus raised his brows in confusion. "Club one-trillion is for trillionaires, people and business organizations that make trillions but we haven't gotten to that level so that's the obstacle to obtaining the Fashion house"she said and Marcus finally understood. "I'm sure we can do something about it right?" He asked, "Yeah we can, currently we are making billions daily but the only way we can get to the trillion is if we secure another one billion dollar deal, our only enemy is time" she said, "how?" he asked while Monalisa rolled her eyes, but Priyanka continued explaining

“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.”

"Whoa, one million dollars? That's a game-changer! With that kind of money, I can finally live the life I've always dreamed of. I can buy a house and a car and set my mom up for life. I can go back to school and pursue my passion for beauty and become a successful beautician. The possibilities are endless! I can actually become the rich girl I've always wanted to be, without having to pretend to be someone else. This could be my ticket to a brand new life, and I'm tempted to take it." I'm lost in a daydream of all the things I could buy with a million dollars - clothes, shoes, and a life of luxury. But the man's voice snaps me back to reality, "Are you in or out?" he asks quietly and quickly