Truck Load Of Money Novels & Stories

I didn't have time to listen to him, "What happened to the package?" "They were misplaced," he said. I banged the table, and he flinched. "What?" I said through gritted teeth. The package consisted of guns worth over 300 million dollars, and I was told that they had been misplaced. "And you have the nerve to report something like this to me, Rave. Do you think I would not pass a bullet through your head because you are my cousin?" I asked. This was 300 million dollars we were talking about. "So what has been done about it?" I asked. "Where are the fools that drove the truck?"

"Actually, I came to pay the debt. Three hundred and fifty million dollars’ worth of cargo." Salvatore’s brow lifted. "Cargo?" He nodded at one of his men, who jogged to the nearest truck and opened it. His eyes widened as he peeked inside, then rushed back to Salvatore, whispering in his ear. Salvatore’s expression shifted from mild confusion to surprise. He walked over, opened the tailgate, and stared into the loaded truck. Delilah joined him, her voice cool. "Each truck is carrying about two thousand kilograms. And there are six trucks."

Kate was still lagging behind, completely oblivious to the gravity of the situation she'd landed herself in. Still in disbelief, she said, "Stop pretending. I don't believe you actually pulled together 100 million dollars in cash this fast. These people must be actors. The trucks are probably empty." I took the handkerchief Billy handed me and wiped the blood from my lip. "Check for yourself, then." Looking at the line of drivers parked outside the mall, I commanded, "Open up the cargo compartments." The drivers immediately pulled open the cargo doors. Stacks of green banknotes filled every truck, neatly piled from floor to ceiling. The sight alone made everyone freeze.

’ The sellers always had to tell the buyers which ones were virgins and which ones were not. Once they walked out of the basement, the man had them bring out each child one by one and line them up in front of his truck. "Here, this is a card with 10 million pounds in it. Have your men check if the money is in the card". Nate passed the card on to his boys and after a while, it was confirmed that there was exactly 10 million in the account. Great! Once the children had all loaded the truck, the man put out his hand.

"Fine, you can have it!" He waved his staff from the Finance Department over to get the money, and a wad of cash soon appeared. Tony flung the money hard on the warehouse table in front of everyone. "Here, take it. It's $10,000 in advance!" The cash fell everywhere from the impact, and a few pieces floated to the ground. Some of the money slipped under the oily crevices of the tool shelves. At that point, I could no longer hear anything around me. All I could hear was the blood rushing to my head. The humiliation was like a blunt knife slicing my heart, but I said nothing.

These people would clearly know then whether he had such strength or not. After hearing that, Martin laughed raucously. “You got the cash delivery truck to send over 1.6 billion dollars? You must be crazy. Which bank can send you 1.6 billion dollars in the middle of the night? Even if it can be delivered, which bank is willing to approve 1.6 billion dollars in cash? Do you know how many trucks are needed for that?” Not only Martin but several other directors also scoffed. Philip was simply ridiculous! Had he gone mad with fury?

While we were sitting at the stairs of the Ganesh Ghat and watching the dhobis wash clothes with silt-filled water of the Brahmaputra, Nisim said that during his conversations with Jogu Mama, he had got to know that the latter was rich, in fact, filthy rich; that he owned thirty nine Full-Punjab-body trucks. “Thurtee naain traacks!” Biswa repeated after my brother with his eyes almost popping out and his mouth gaped with a big O. And then he engaged with my brother in a complicated calculation of how much money thirty nine trucks fetched Jogu Mama. They rounded off at twenty lacs.

Evan’s POV: I was preparing the cash. The number of money was too big, and the bank also needed time to prepare the cash. We had to go to different banks. It took more than a dozen assistants an entire due to raise the cash. With so much money added together, it weighed more than a ton. It was neatly packed into more than ten boxes. “Mr Carter, the cash is ready.” I took a look. The money was all in the passcode box and neatly placed in the truck!

He looked every bit the image of a good husband who was worried about his wife's safety. If Quentin hadn't known about Penelope, he might've believed that Eugene truly loved Jacklyn. "Mr. Lloyd, where should I put the money?" Ten million dollars in cash was a huge sum—so huge that it took up the entire coffee table. "In the suitcase." That was when Quentin saw a 28-inch suitcase standing to the side, and he packed the money in as ordered. Just as he zipped it up, a piercing ringtone sounded, urgent and insistent.

" Collen ignored Ivan, looking as though he were in bliss tossing the baseball bat back down on the cart. "Well you've got time. I promised another we would both have fun with you. So I'll allow your situation to sink in a little more. Elsewhere in a warehouse much like the one Ivan currently found himself. A large group of men had been working endlessly throughout the night moving money from a storehouse to the warehouse stowing away large amounts of money. It was close to one hundred million dollars. All being sent ahead to the head of their syndicate. It was one of their regular monthly deliveries. Each movement was being observed by both security guards and cameras. If even ten dollars w