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Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

Noah, a highschooler was struggling due to his family's poverty and his father's declining health. Despite that, he was content with his life... Until he visited his girl, trying to surprise her with a gift. "~~~" Muffled sounds came out of her room as he stood at the door. "She is... cheating on me?" Just as Noah is about to confront her, a mysterious robotic voice echoes in his mind: [Ding! Congratulations to the host binding the Ultimate Choice System!] Option 1: Enter the room. [$100 Reward and a green hat] Option 2: Leave the house and break up later. [Rolls Royce Phantom and Basic-Driving Skill Reward] Option 3: Marry her mother. [Lamborghini Aventador SVJ, Intermediate-Driving Skill and $10,000 Reward] "Naturally, option 3." He grinned. ________ Disclaimer: 'Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!' is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This book may reference real companies and organizations, but these references are for narrative purposes only and are not intended to depict the actual conduct or involvement of these entities. The use of these names and references is not meant to harm, defame, or discredit these companies or organizations.

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Apartments are Sold

Arthur leaned back slightly, a wry smile spreading across his face as he processed the value of the opportunity before him.

"What do I think?" he replied, chuckling as he shook his head. "I think I'd be crazy to pass this up."

Noah's eyes sparkled with amusement, but he stayed quiet as Arthur continued. "So, what's your goal here, Noah? Are you looking to sell these apartments off one by one? Or are you thinking of renting them out?"

Noah didn't hesitate. "I want to sell them," he replied firmly.

'Passive income is nice and all,' he thought to himself, 'but I need a significant amount of capital for my next plan. I have enough streams bringing in passive revenue — the gold, the restaurants, the teahouse. What I need now is upfront cash to move forward.'

Arthur nodded thoughtfully.

"I see," he said, his expression turning serious. "Well, since this is a large business deal, and we're friends."