Money Tycoon の小説・ストーリー

he asked stunned and marvelled the beast while running his hands over it admiringly. “No, I stole it from the showroom,” I replied sarcastically making us both laugh. “Exactly how rich are you, Ty ?” he asked amused while strapping the seat belt across his chest. “All my personal income goes into feeding the poor and sponsoring their education in third world countries. Every day, we tend to approximately one billion of the population,” I answered and revved up the engine. “No way !” he whistled. “You can ask Mom if you don’t believe me,” I chuckled.

he asked stunned and marvelled the beast while running his hands over it admiringly. “No, I stole it from the showroom,” I replied sarcastically making us both laugh. “Exactly how rich are you, Ty ?” he asked amused while strapping the seat belt across his chest. “All my personal income goes into feeding the poor and sponsoring their education in third world countries. Every day, we tend to approximately one billion of the population,” I answered and revved up the engine. “No way !” he whistled. “You can ask Mom if you don’t believe me,” I chuckled.

I know Tys wasn't broke, if he could afford to pay our accommodation fees for such a long time, then he is not broke, but I had not thought that he had the type of money that people who usually come here do spend. "My mother is a very rich woman, Hera. We, her children all have trust fund set up for us since our first birthday" he said, shifting his leg and looking at everywhere else but me, making it obvious that he wasn't really comfortable about this information. "The trust fund is a cumulation of a million dollars being put into it for each birthday and it can only be used when we become twenty one years of age. I just unlocked mine, a month ago, not long after I came here. And asides fr

There was the usual mockery in his voice, as if reminding me how, for the past five years, I'd clung to him in debasing humiliation, using my money to buy his time and keep him happy. Sherry Tate stood a little behind him, her fingers curling against the hem of her clothes. Her red-rimmed eyes only made her seem even more fragile and pitiful. And there it was again. I heard that crisp, childlike voice coming from her belly. "Take the card already, Daddy! Invest those two million dollars into Burkcoin, and in ten years, its value will shoot up by three thousand times! You can become the richest man in the country eight years earlier than before.

Samuel excitedly said. "Thank you for curing my wife, Dr. Henderson," Tyga said. "I'm willing to contribute all of my assets as the consultation fees and do my part for charity!" "Could you bear to do that?" Woody was surprised by his decision. With a straight face, Tyga replied, "It's not a big deal. Money is nothing but a string of numbers. In the past, I used to think that money was omnipotent, but it's nothing in the face of a disease. It's no use at all.

Millwood, who is the owner of the M’Hotels and also Trent’s Dad announced that Tyson was now a shareholder in the company and that there would be a dinner party later in the evening. I was happy and sad at the same time, firstly, I was happy because he had yet again another achievement added to his wealth and I was sad because I’d have to be seeing more of his face and maybe also more of his bitch of a fiancée. They are sure going to make my life a living hell, I thought of resigning immediately because I won’t be able to control myself towards those duos long enough.

"One hundred and forty million. They’re calling you a visionary in the press. Behind closed doors? They’re calling you a liability." ​I didn't look up from the blueprints spread across my desk. I kept my compass steady, marking the perimeter of my new empire. "If you’re here to offer a post-mortem on my financial decisions, Mr. König, you’re late. The check has already cleared."

I set my coffee down, refocus on my screen, and begin typing out my email, “Dear Mr. Carter, congratulations. You've managed to turn me into a millionaire with no idea how to spend it. I've dreamt of this day my whole life, and now that it's here, I'm just… stuck. My bank account is overflowing, and I'm starting to feel like Scrooge McDuck, swimming in vaults of gold coins. Help?" I hit send and wait, my eyes fixed on the screen. Minutes later, my email pings. Andrei's response has arrived.

I went to bed early, and surprisingly, I fell asleep quickly, soon after lying down on the wide and comfortable bed. I couldn't afford to indulge in extravagance at that moment; after all, all my savings had been invested in buying my house, however simple it might be, in Edward's opinion. But it hadn't been cheap; after all, London is an expensive city, like all major developed cities.

He leaned back in his chair and loosened his necktie. “I’m finished here. I’ve already said what you asked me to say,” Tyron said. The person on the other end of the line chuckled. (“See? Now you know how they act.”) Tyron smirked as he watched Levi and Caridad get into the car. Levi looked up and nodded, so Tyron saluted him and smiled back before Levi finally left. “I know. They also gave the money,” Tyron said as he handed over the envelope containing a large sum. “So, what do you want me to do with this money?”