Truck Load Of Money 소설 & 이야기

Everyone was stunned by the jewels in the trucks, their jaws dropping to the ground. “Andy, did I make it in time?” Noir jumped down from the first truck and asked with a grin. “Good job.” Andrius flashed him a grin, then looked at the person on the stage. “Mr. Fierde, my cash was delayed on the way here. These gold, silver, and gems should be fine to use as collateral, right?” Fierde’s lips twitched violently. It was not just ‘fine’. Each one of these trucks was carrying who-knows-how-many billions in value. He was able to tell that much.

Something must be wrong! He bowed when he turned to him. “We're just informed that the three Alphas of the west have come for a surprise visit. They said they are here to get the pay for the debt our pack has been owing Western Union Pack. If you can't pay in cash, you could pay another way. They have run out of patience.” I heard his gasp. “The money is thirty million dollars!” He muttered to himself. The moment this was mentioned, I gasped. Such a huge amount!

"No Colton, those numbers represent the worldwide holdings that have been kept in trust for the past three hundred years. When our ancestors were run out of Europe for trying to fight the evil that dwelt there, those men set up a trust for their offspring, hoping for this day to come." "You've heard me mention my boss Wilson; it's his family that has kept it safe from generation to generation. When you take over Lyon, that will be my thing, making sure our finances remain secure. We can't do what needs to be done without a never-ending supply of funds." "You're telling me that that's some kind of bank account? What the f*ck number is that?" "It's roughly eighty trillion dollars in money and

I moved back inside, my mind already shifting gears. The delivery was waiting for me in the private garage beneath the building. As I entered, I spotted the sleek black truck with the logo of one of my front companies. It was just one of many that helped funnel the wealth that powered everything I did. I didn’t need to explain myself to anyone. I didn’t need anyone’s approval. The back of the truck opened with a hydraulic hiss, revealing rows of crates. But it wasn’t just any shipment. It was my latest acquisition. The delivery wasn’t just a financial transaction; it was a statement. And I always made statements.

Luca unzips the duffel bag, and my eyes widen as I see the bundles of money inside, more money than I’ve ever seen in my life. “This is the package you’re going to deliver across the border,” he says. I swallow hard, my mind racing. Why the hell would he want me to take a bag full of physical money across the border? Is it counterfeit? Because this is the twenty-first century, and people can transfer money with just a tap on the phone, so it doesn’t make sense that he would send me with this much cash. I can’t ask if it's counterfeit, but the thought gnaws at me. Luca waves for me to get closer, and I do so, but reluctantly.

His small finger pointed enthusiastically at a large, impressive monster truck on display. “It’s the monster truck 02! All my friends at school have it!” Liam exclaimed, punctuating his words with a spirited little dance. During playtime, he had often watched his pals engage in thrilling truck adventures, yearning to join their exciting escapades. Eva approached the monster truck, only to be greeted by a gasp as her eyes. fell hefty price tag adorning it, a sum exceeding three thousand units of currency. Her initial delight faded as financial realities sank in.

"You need fifty thousand dollars?" Anthony stared at Faith with surprise. He knew Faith always had money problems, but fifty thousand dollars was a bit much. "Y...yes. This is kind of an emergency, and I'm willing to sleep with you again if that's what you want. But I really need your help," Faith said quietly. She didn't know how she managed to stay calm this whole time. She felt humiliated begging her boss for money and offering herself to him after boldly rejecting his advances.

Allen desperately knocked his head against the ground, unaware that his forehead was bleeding. ... A few days later, Opulent Prowl's transport convoy was ambushed on a deserted road. Just as the dozen or so bandits had unloaded the goods from the truck, they found themselves surrounded by armed forces, and in no time, they were busted. The truck was carrying over 500 tons of raw silk, with the total haul valued at 200 million. Initially, this case could have been handled as a run-of-the-mill robbery, but Taverdale's media had a field day with it.

"Why are you back so early?" Damon settled across from her, placing the bank card on the coffee table. "Do you have any idea how much money is on this card?" Recognizing it as the one Mason had handed over the previous night, Nyla frowned. "Around 8,000 dollars, right? What's the issue?" "This card holds one trillion dollars," Damon said flatly. The moment the words left his mouth, Nyla burst out laughing. "Since when did you start cracking jokes like this?"