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Serenity only managed to rent that place only because Jasmine’s family helped out. “Liberty, why don’t I teach you to make some handicrafts? You can start an online business, so you can make money at home while taking care of Sonny. My online business is doing wonderfully now, and most of the products are pre-ordered. I have plenty of orders now that I’m kept busy every day.” This month, her online business earned more money than the bookstore. Even when the bookstore ordered several sets of study materials for students this month, its profit could not match her online business’s.

But Mirena had ended up on top—panting, bruised, but victorious. And in that moment, she had realized something far more valuable than a meal. Victory itself had a taste. And it was sweeter than any turkey that could ever be served. That taste had never left her tongue. And she had no intention of forgetting it now. So, what if Alexander had more votes? The solution was simple. She would change strategies. When she first stepped into the money-making world, her starting point had been an e-commerce drop-shipping store. Back then, she had believed what every influencer online promised—that twenty thousand a month was easy. Just optimize your site, price smartly, bundle cleverly.

Just the thought shocked Gio. "Yeah well, let's just follow that out, lets say it only happens five days a week instead of the seven days it would happen. That's Twenty thousand dollars a week. Even more impressive, it would be eighty thousand dollars a month or to total blow you away and let you see what you are giving away for free, its nine hundred and sixty thousand dollars a year that you could be making right now. You've been running Clicktalk for only nine months, Gio. You've already missed out on seven hundred and twenty thousand dollars that should rightfully be yours."

His hand stopped wiping my hair. "If I worked from birth until death, it would be impossible for me to attain that much money." My body turned around, Amon’s eyes catching mine. "Working every day with a salary of 2000 dollars a month. 24,000 dollars a year, it would take until the age of 100 just to make 2 million dollars," I smiled widely until my teeth showed. "Meanwhile, at my age which hasn't even reached 30 yet, I’ve already made 7 million dollars." I looked down, letting out a breath. "How could that not be equal to my life?" Then I looked up again, and my eyes gazed into his.

Who would believe that? Mrs. LuLu, no longer interested in conversing further, got up to leave. “I’m done talking to you. Find someone else to play cards with.” Mary, still reeling, stared at the phone screen as the numbers of donations kept climbing. Her grip on the phone tightened, and she wished that live stream room was hers. Fifty thousand a day—just from one and a half hours of streaming. What about two days? Three days? What business could make money faster than this?

I sent it directly to Hammer, a mega-streamer with tens of millions of followers, known for his hair-trigger temper and his very public crusades against fraud. [Hammer, I need you to look into someone. Use this model for free for a year. It'll bump your conversion rate by at least thirty percent next quarter.] Ten minutes later, he replied with two words: [Done. Deal.] That evening, Aunt Sandra's stream was in full swing. She'd paid for two cheap models who showed up in barely-there outfits, rambling incoherently through a pitch for knockoff cosmetics. Wade sat off to the side, hammering on the desk. "Order now, everyone! Last hundred units! Get in while you can!"

"How do we make more?" Horace waved them over and grabbed some paper and a pen from the side. "When I came in earlier, I saw that website on the computer. I clicked in, registered, and they gave me 800 dollars. While you guys were eating breakfast, I turned that 800 dollars into 50,000 dollars." Rowan's face was filled with disbelief. "You turned 800 dollars into 50,000 dollars? No way, this is obviously one of those scams where they fleece people."

“We are making fifteen thousand dollars a day and you say it is the beginning?” I saw Alessandro giggle and I wondered what was so funny, “If we can continue meeting demands, by Month two we should hit about seventy thousand dollars In profit per day.” “What??? Per day??” I asked, my face turning white and he nodded. “My God. Alessandro this is crazy.” “Sure it is and we will do more. Soon we will hit the million dollar mark soon. That Is my goal.” he said diddling with his pain as though he had just called a small figure.

On a Saturday morning, Ava was up already and behind her computer, surfing the web for a short-term part-time job she could do in the meantime for money. It had been hours and all she saw were jobs that either seemed suspicious or completely not to her taste and schedule. About to close up, an ad for a job popped up. She read out loud, “Make $800,000 from being a personal care assistant every month. For more inquiries, call or text xxx-xxx-xxx” She paused before peering into the screen. “$800,000!” She yelled out, shocked. Regardless of how skeptical she was about it, she clicked on the ad.

Karen had already made over two hundred thousand dollars in two months and was excited to explore another avenue of making more money. With this, she could save more to start her own company. It wasn't something she had planned, but as soon as her family rejected her, her dreams and aspirations changed with it. "If you are able to double your income in a week, I will loan you a hundred million for capital," Van added, using his unique way of motivating her, and it worked. Karen was on cloud nine. This deal was mesmerizing, and she realized that every day, things were getting better, except her physical training, which grew more intense under Van's guidance.