John had arrived in Greenland City the day before, and the change of pace was palpable. This morning, he sat at a small table in the cozy dining area of the Green Haven Inn, sipping on a steaming cup of tea.
The inn was charming, with its rustic décor and the warm aroma of freshly baked bread wafting through the air. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow over the room and highlighting the cheerful chatter of other guests.
John took a bite of his breakfast, savoring the taste of the perfectly scrambled eggs and crispy bacon. As he enjoyed his meal, the waiter approached with the bill. "Good morning, sir. How was everything?" the waiter asked with a friendly smile.
"It was excellent, thank you," John replied. "How much do I owe you?"
The waiter handed him the bill. "That'll be $175 for your stay, including breakfast."
John nodded, pulling out his Samsung phone to make the payment. "I don't have cash on me, can I pay by phone?"
"Of course, sir. We accept mobile payments," the waiter replied, pointing to the QR code on the bill.
John quickly scanned the code and completed the transaction. "There we go, all set."
The waiter checked the confirmation on his device and smiled. "Thank you, sir. If you need anything else, just let us know."
As John finished his tea, he overheard a lively conversation at a nearby table. Two men were discussing real estate and rental properties. One of them, a tall man with a thick beard and a booming voice, was animatedly explaining the benefits of investing in the area. The other, a shorter man with a sharp suit and a neatly trimmed mustache, nodded in agreement, occasionally chiming in with his own insights.
Curious and sensing an opportunity, John decided to join the conversation. He approached their table with a friendly smile. "Excuse me, gentlemen," he began, "I couldn't help but overhear your discussion. I'm new in town and looking for a business opportunity. Could you tell me more about the real estate market here?"
The bearded man looked up, his eyes twinkling with interest. "Sure thing! I'm Kore, and this is my colleague Tom. We're agents dealing with house rentals and sales. Have a seat."
John pulled up a chair and introduced himself. "I'm John. I'm interested in finding a place to start a business, maybe a store or something similar. Do you think that's possible around here?"
Tom, the man in the suit, nodded thoughtfully. "Absolutely. Greenland City is growing, and there are plenty of opportunities if you know where to look. Do you have any specific type of business in mind?"
Before John could respond, an older man entered the inn, his expression troubled. He was clearly in distress, and as he approached the table, Kore and Tom greeted him with concern. "Hey, George, what's wrong?" Kore asked.
George sighed heavily, running a hand through his graying hair. "My only child is in the hospital, and the bills are piling up. I need to sell my automotive spare parts store quickly to cover the costs."
Kore and Tom exchanged glances, then turned to John with raised eyebrows. "John, it looks like you might have just found your opportunity," Tom said.
George looked at John, hope and desperation mingling in his eyes. "Would you be interested in buying my store? We can negotiate a fair price."
John felt a surge of excitement mixed with sympathy for George. "I'd like to discuss it further," he said. "Let's find a quiet place to talk."
They moved to a private corner of the inn and began their negotiation. George's initial asking price was $4,800, but John knew he needed to see the store before making any decisions. They agreed to take a look at the property before finalizing anything.
They walked down the street together, the sun now higher in the sky and casting a warm glow on the bustling activities around them. People went about their daily routines, vendors called out their goods, and children played in the alleys. The atmosphere was lively yet not overwhelming, a perfect balance that made John feel at ease.
As they walked, John tried to break the ice. "So, George, how long have you had the store?"
George glanced at John, his expression softening slightly. "About fifteen years. It's been a good run, but things have gotten tough lately."
"I can imagine," John replied. "I'm sorry to hear about your child. It must be hard trying to juggle everything."
George nodded, his eyes clouding with worry. "It's been rough. The store was my pride and joy, but my family comes first. I'm hoping it can be a fresh start for you, just like it was for me back then."
When they reached the store, it was clear it had seen better days. The building was modest, with a faded sign hanging above the door. Inside, the shelves were sparsely stocked with items like tires, side mirrors, and spanners. The counter was worn but sturdy, and there was a small room in the back with a cot and some basic amenities.
John took out his phone and snapped a few photos, including a selfie behind the counter. Despite its condition, he could see potential in the store. It had a certain charm and was located in an area that could attract steady business.
"So, what do you think?" George asked, watching John's reactions closely.
"I see potential," John said, smiling. "But it will need some work to get it up and running again."
"Absolutely," George agreed. "I'm willing to negotiate on the price. What are you thinking?"
John took a deep breath. "I was thinking more along the lines of $4,000. It needs some investment to bring it back to life."
George hesitated, then nodded slowly. "I need the money quickly, so yes, $4,000 will do."
They agreed to finalize the deal at Kore and Tom's office. The office was a short walk away, a tidy space with sleek furniture and stacks of paperwork neatly organized on the desks.
Kore and Tom handled the paperwork efficiently. John asked if he could make the payment via an online transaction, to which George agreed, providing his bank account details. John made the transfer of $4,000 and confirmed it with George, who visibly relaxed as the confirmation came through.
There was an agent's fee of $500 for the transfer of property, which John and George agreed to split. After John transferred his share, he checked his bank account balance—only $15 left. He wasn't shocked, having anticipated the costs of traveling, lodging, and meals. Though he felt a pang of worry, he also felt a sense of progress and achievement.
Once everything was finalized, Kore handed John the keys to the store. "Congratulations, John. We hope this new venture brings you success."
John shook hands with George, Kore, and Tom. "Thank you all. I'm looking forward to making this work."
As they parted ways, John felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. It was about twelve in the afternoon, and he headed straight to his new store, located about 30 km from the city center, at the far end of the street.
The area wasn't affluent, but it had its own charm. The houses were affordable, attracting people from the lower social classes who appreciated the humble yet vibrant community. Small shops and street vendors lined the roads, creating a lively atmosphere.
John unlocked the door to his store and stepped inside. Dust motes danced in the beams of sunlight that filtered through the windows. It was clear the store had been closed for a while.
He began arranging things, wiping down shelves, and organizing the few items that were there. Despite the store's neglected state, John felt a surge of optimism.
As he worked, John couldn't help but think about his next steps. He needed to secure bedding and find a way to afford food. He hoped for a customer to walk in, providing him with some immediate cash.
Thereafter, capitalizing $4000 on his first investment, who knew that John would receive a prompt with a congratulatory message that echoed in his mind with an irritating mechanical voice!
[Congratulations for activating the Ten Times Investment Rebate System.]
Stunned, John listened as the voice continued...
[The Host is entitled to exuberant rewards on any investment made.]
Before John could fully grasp what was going on, other messages echoed in his mind severally one after the other.
[Congratulations! $4000 invested. You have received $40,000. Ten Times Investment Rebate applied. The Host can confirm in his personal account.]
Immediately, his almost worn out Samsung phone rang indicating a new message.{ Confirmed. You have received $40,000 from TTIRS.}
John opened his mouth agape and his face showed with a smile. He quietly returned his phone in the pocket and lowered his head as new messages continued to echo in his mind.
[Congratulations! The Host has earned a Honda motorcycle as a reward.]
[ The Host rewarding rates will come in this order: Upon making an investment :
$4000
$20,000
$50,000
$100,0000 and above]
[Congratulations! The Host will be equipped with driving skills upon any successful achievement.]
John's life transforms in an instant, his mind swirling with possibilities and the promise of unimaginable wealth. Would John one day downfall the wealth record history of the Fransisco's family?
John stared at the message, disbelief and curiosity battling within him. What could this mean? He had never heard of such a system before. His thoughts were interrupted as the door chime rang, signaling his first customer.