The Price Is Your Everything Naver Mga Nobela at Kwento

"That would have violated the NDA." "Fuck the NDA." His voice is raw, gravel grinding on glass. "The NDA is one million dollars. Your mother's treatment costs one hundred ninety-two thousand a year. You could have paid the penalty, played the victim, gotten public sympathy and a book deal, and still come out ahead." I blink. I hadn't done the math. The poverty calculator in my head usually runs constantly—rent versus groceries versus meds—but I hadn't calculated the profit margin of betrayal. "But you didn't," he says. "You took ownership of my contract. Made it yours. Made yourself the architect of terms that are getting you crucified online right now."

“I can for sure to a stranger, but I’ll charge you what I charged Zee when she lived here with Keira. That’s two hundred a month, including phone and WiFi. You pay your own utilities, though.” Jo stared at him. “That’s crazy low in terms of price point. You’re not a charity, Silver, you’re a businessman.” He threw back his silver-blond head and laughed, delighted. “Spoken like a true accountant looking to improve a bottom line.” She gave him an abashed little grin. “Well… yeah. Guilty as charged. It’s hard for me to see people with a great product not get fair market price for it.” “Even if it costs you?”

I glanced at the livestream. The concurrent views had already hit over 100,000. I suppressed my anger and forced myself to speak calmly. “Alright, Naomi. Name your price. I’ll give you my answer in two days.” Naomi snorted coldly, picked up her bag from the sofa, and shot me another disdainful look. “You should’ve been this cooperative earlier. Now you’ve ruined my mood. I’ve changed my mind. In two days, you’ll pay me 55,000!

a massive flood of buy orders suddenly appeared! $0.55! $0.70! $1.00! $1.50! The stock price shot up like a rocket in just a few dozen seconds! 4:00 PM sharp. The closing bell rang. The final price of "NTRP" was frozen at an astonishing—$3.25! At the end of the lifeless K-line chart in the photo on Hailey's social media post, a nearly 90-degree, dazzling green line, full of violent aesthetics, had abruptly appeared.

Nathaniel paused his conversation with his friends, handed her the cup of milk that the waiter had just brought in: "Do whatever you want, I'm here, you can play whatever you want." "Big brother..." Zoe curled her lips: "This is my territory, do you want to steal my lines?" Nathaniel glanced at her, carrying an invisible coercion: "You can say it again." Zoe: "..." Well, other than Natalie, no one can feel this gentleness. This gem still attracts a lot of people; moreover, there are a lot of rich people. In less than half an hour, the price had reached hundreds of millions. "500 million."

Her smile spread with enthusiasm. “Good afternoon,” Nathan replied briefly. “I’m glad you came. This is the laptop you ordered. All the programs have been installed according to your request.” The woman presented a brand-new Apple laptop with its screen already turned on. “This is the latest MacBook Pro M3 Max,” she explained in a professional tone. “How much is it?” Elizabeth asked spontaneously. The woman turned and smiled politely. “Fifty-eight million rupiah.” Elizabeth swallowed. “What about the cheapest one?” “The MacBook Air M1, 2020 release. Fourteen million rupiah.”

Alex said this to Claire, but then his eyes gave Leuwis the code. "That's right. As it happens, the necklace is on sale at a very low price. Because our store is having a surprise promotion for the hundredth customer who buys it today. Out of the 99 people who visited the 'Black Rose' today, you are the hundredth person to qualify for the promo. The price of the necklace is now only $2000," Leuwis explained, leaving Claire's mouth agape. "Really? Only $2000?" she repeated in disbelief. But her eyes lit up.

He placed the contract on the table and said icily, "If I’m not mistaken, my right-hand man initially negotiated a purchase price of ten million dollars. It hasn’t been that long, and now you're suddenly hiking up the price. Isn’t that rather unscrupulous?" "Heh, unscrupulous?" William sneered and rolled his eyes disdainfully. "Mr. Cole, spare me the talk about integrity. The business world is unpredictable. Ten million dollars was the old price. If you want to buy Nirvana Factory now, it’s 20 million dollars. Make your decision! Don’t talk to me about integrity or credibility. To me, that’s all bullshit!"

These cheap market scraps? "Did you pocket the rest of the money?"

Edward laughed, and Evelyn rolled her eyes at Edward's childish sense of humor. "I don't know what you are talking about," Evelyn took a sip of her drink, like the mildest kitten with a straight face. "Come on, I knew it since the first item you ever designed for Nightingale, Eve," Edward sneered confidently, "It was priced 915k, launched on 15th, Sep, and you even wanted to keep Nyx's string a yearly thing if I didn't beg you into a seasonal one, no?" "I just thought it was a fair price," Evelyn took another sip of her wine to hide her sneaky laugh.