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MidReal Story
Quintillionaire's Revenge: A Tale of Wealth and Betrayal
Scenario:Shane Weber has led a hard broken life, a poor orphan, and his girlfriend is leaving him for a richer prospect. But his fortune is about to change dramatically. Shane inherited immense wealth from his grandfather, shocking everyone. He was the heir to the only multi-quintillionaire family in the world. He endures constant criticism and judgment from those around him. He vowed that those who had labeled him a failure would eventually bow at his feet. How will he use his new-found wealth to shape those around him, as he reclaims his life? With a new-found sense of responsibility, Shane will get revenge on those who mistreated him badly? Will he succeed?
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Shane Weber
central character,relationships with his exgirlfriend and new acquaintances,tall with sharp features,determined and vengeful.
Emily Carter
Shane's exgirlfriend who left him for wealth,relationship with Shane and her new partner,petite with curly hair,manipulative and materialistic.
Marcus Reed
Shane's new business ally and friend,relationship with Shane and his own family conflicts,athletic build with a stern face,loyal but secretive.
The world’s only multiquintillionaire family?
Yes, you read that right.
A multiquintillion is a one followed by 18 zeros.
While there are many billionaires in this world, there are only a few trillionaires.
However, there isn’t a single quintillionaire, let alone a multiquintillionaire.
At least, that was what I was told.
Therefore, when I received the inheritance from my grandfather, I was shocked to learn that I was the heir to the world’s only multiquintillionaire family!
What’s even more surprising is that I’m not from a rich family at all!
My grandfather used to be a beggar on the streets until he was 30 years old.
He then got a job from a small company and worked his way up to become the richest man in the world!
He passed away recently at the age of 100.
As his only grandson, I inherited his entire fortune.
This inheritance is so massive that it shook the entire world!
I am now known as the richest man in the world!
However, I am not the only one who is shocked by this news.
My exgirlfriend, who left me for another guy because I was poor, is also stunned.
I sat in a dimly lit office, staring at the lawyer across the table.
He was dressed in a black suit and had a pair of glasses perched on his nose.
He looked like he was in his 50s.
The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke.
I could hear the sound of traffic outside the window.
My heart raced as the lawyer listed my grandfather’s assets.
"Two private islands, five mega yachts, three private jets, 10 luxury cars, and 20 properties around the world."
He paused for a while before continuing.
"Your grandfather also has stocks in many companies. He is the largest shareholder of Citibank."
The lawyer slid a sleek black and gold Citibank card toward me.
I stared at it for a long time before picking it up.
The card felt heavy in my fingers.
I turned it over and saw that my name was printed on it.
I couldn’t believe that this card belonged to me!
I had always dreamed of owning such a card, but I never thought that it would become a reality so soon!
I felt a surge of anger when I thought about Emily leaving me for another guy because I was poor.
However, I didn’t let my anger get the better of me.
I stood up and slipped the card into my pocket.
The card felt heavy in my pocket, a constant reminder of my newfound wealth.
I walked out of the lawyer’s office and dialed a number on my phone.
"Hello," a deep voice answered.
"Marcus, it’s me, Shane."
I said.
Marcus was a business man who had been working with my grandfather for many years.
He was also the one who introduced me to the lawyer.
"Shane, what’s up?"
Marcus asked.
"I’m done with the lawyer. Can we meet now?"
I asked.
"Yes, of course. Where are you?"
Marcus replied.
"I’m at the lawyer’s office. I can come to your office."
I said.
"Alright. See you soon."
Marcus said before hanging up.
I hailed a taxi and headed to Marcus’s office.
Marcus was already waiting for me when I arrived at his office.
He was dressed in a black suit and had a stern expression on his face.
His short black hair was slicked back, revealing his prominent forehead and nose.
He looked like he was in his 40s.
"Shane, thanks for coming."
Marcus said as he stood up and shook my hand.
I sat down in the chair across from him.
The envelope was still heavy in my hand.
I stared at it for a while before tearing it open.
Inside, there was a handwritten letter from my grandfather.
I read the letter and felt a lump in my throat.
"Dear Shane,
I know that you are reading this letter now because I have passed away.
I am sorry that I did not get to see you grow up.
However, I am proud of the man that you have become.
You are strong and brave, unlike me when I was your age.
I have left all my assets to you.
Use this wealth wisely.
Seek justice, not revenge.
Grandpa"
I stared at the last sentence for a long time before folding the letter and putting it back into the envelope.
I looked at Marcus and saw that he was watching me closely.
He must have sensed the turmoil in my heart.
I clenched my jaw and stood up.
My eyes were fierce as I stared at him.
"We start today."
Marcus nodded and stood up as well.
He walked around his desk and stood beside me, staring out of the window.
We were on the top floor of a skyscraper, so we could see the entire city below us.
"What do you want to do first?"
Marcus asked.
I stared at the city below us and thought about my next move.
I wanted to confront Emily and tell her that I was rich now, but I knew that it would be a bad idea.
My grandfather’s words echoed in my head.
"Seek justice, not revenge."
I didn’t know what he meant by that, but I knew that I had to think carefully before making any moves.
"I want to invest in a neighborhood," I said after a while.
Marcus raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
I stared at him for a while before turning back to look at the city below us.
"There is a neighborhood near here that is struggling. The buildings are old and the streets are dirty. The people there are poor and they have lost all hope. I want to invest in that neighborhood and turn it into a thriving community."
Marcus stared at me for a while before nodding.
"That’s a good idea. What do you want to do first?"
I turned back to look at him.
"I want to buy all the properties in the neighborhood and tear them down. Then, we will build new houses and shops."
Marcus nodded as he listened to me.
Marcus raised an eyebrow, his voice cautious.
"That's a bold move, Shane. Are you sure you're ready for the backlash from the current residents?"
I nodded, determination in my eyes.
"I don't want to displace them, Marcus. I want to involve them in the process and give them ownership of their new homes."
Marcus nodded.
"I understand. I will start looking for the owners of the properties and get in touch with them."
He paused.
"What do you want to do about the current residents?"
I stared at him for a while before answering.
"I want to call a meeting with the leaders of the neighborhood and talk to them about my vision."
Marcus nodded and picked up his phone.
"Let me arrange for a place for you to meet them."
I nodded and walked out of his office.
The meeting was arranged for the next day in a local community center.
The room was filled with skeptical faces when I arrived.
There were about 10 people sitting around a large table, all of whom looked like they had been living in the neighborhood for a long time.
I walked over to the head of the table and stood there confidently.
"Good morning, everyone. Thank you for coming today. My name is Shane Weber and I am here to talk to you about my vision for this neighborhood."
I paused and looked at them closely.
They were all staring at me skeptically, so I knew that I had to convince them quickly.
"I promise you, this is just the beginning."
I pulled out a blueprint of the neighborhood and spread it out on the table.
I pointed to various places on the blueprint and explained what I wanted to do.
I also handed out a folder that contained financial projections for the project.
The room was quiet as everyone studied the documents.
I could feel their eyes on me, studying me as well.
I knew that they were wondering who I was and why I wanted to invest in their neighborhood.
I stood there confidently, waiting for them to ask me questions.
After a while, one of them spoke up.
"Who are you? Why should we trust you?"
I stared at him for a while before answering.
"My name is Shane Weber. I am the grandson of James Weber."
There was a murmur in the room as everyone looked at each other in shock.
James Weber was one of the richest men in the world, and he had just passed away a few days ago.
Everyone knew that he had no children, so they were wondering who his heir was.
"I have inherited all his assets," I continued.
"I want to invest in this neighborhood because I believe that everyone deserves a chance at life."
The room was quiet again as everyone studied me closely.
A woman at the far end of the table leaned forward, her eyes narrowing.
"And what do you get out of this, Mr. Weber?"
I met her gaze steadily. "A chance to honor my grandfather's legacy by doing something meaningful with what he left me."
She stared at me for a while before nodding.
I could feel everyone looking at me closely, wondering if I was telling the truth.
The woman nodded and looked back at her papers.
Others started discussing the project and its potential benefits.
One man at the back of the table raised his hand.
"Excuse me," he said.
"I have a question."
"Yes?"I asked, looking at him.
He leaned forward in his chair and looked me straight in the eye.
"What about gentrification? How can you ensure that this project will benefit the current residents and not displace them?"
Everyone was quiet as they waited for my answer.
I nodded slowly, acknowledging the fear behind his question.
"That is a valid fear," I said.
"I want to assure you that we will work with all of you to ensure that the current residents are the first ones to benefit from this project. They will have first rights to purchase new homes built during the project, and they will be given priority when hiring for jobs created by it."
The room was quiet as everyone looked at each other.
Then, Marcus spoke up from beside me.
"We also plan on partnering with local businesses so that they can benefit as well."
Everyone looked back at me and I nodded.
A woman with silver-streaked hair raised her hand.
"And what if we can't afford these new homes, even with first rights?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.
I leaned forward, meeting her gaze. "We will offer financial assistance and flexible payment plans to ensure affordability for all current residents."
The room was quiet as everyone looked at each other.
I could feel the skepticism emanating from them, and I knew that I had to convince them that I was sincere.
"I know that this is a lot to take in," I said.
"But I want to assure you that we are committed to this project. If you would like, we can arrange for you to visit a model home that has already been renovated. This will give you a better idea of what we have planned."
I paused and looked at them closely.
"I want to assure you that we are not here to gentrify the neighborhood. We want to work with all of you to make it a better place for everyone."
They looked at each other before nodding slowly.
I stood up and shook hands with everyone before leaving.
Marcus followed me out of the building.
"Good job in there," he said as we walked down the street.
"Thanks. I hope they can see the sincerity behind my words."
He nodded.
"I think they were surprised by your youth. They were expecting someone older, but your confidence and conviction won them over."
I nodded and looked around at the neighborhood.
It was filled with old homes that needed renovation, and empty lots that needed new buildings.
I wanted to change all of that.
I wanted to bring new life into the neighborhood and make it a place where people could thrive.
I looked at Marcus.
"Let's set up a community meeting for next week," I said.
"We need to get everyone together and answer any questions they may have."
He nodded and pulled out his phone.
"I'll set it up," he said.
"It will be good to get everyone together. It will give them a chance to meet you and ask questions."
I nodded and we continued walking down the street, looking at the various properties and making notes on what needed to be done.
The community meeting was held in a local hall a week later.
It was a modest building, but it was filled with eager residents who wanted to know more about the project.
I stood at the front of the room, looking out at them as they settled in their seats.
Marcus stood beside me, looking out at the crowd as well.
I took a deep breath and started talking, explaining the project in more detail than I had before.
I showed them updated plans and explained how we would work with them every step of the way.
When I finished, I asked if they had any questions.
There was a pause before someone spoke up.
"What about the old buildings in the neighborhood?" a man asked.
"They are part of our heritage. How will you ensure that they are preserved?"
I nodded, acknowledging his question.
"That is a valid concern," I said.
"We want to ensure that the history of the neighborhood is preserved as well."
I looked at Marcus and he nodded in agreement.
"We will work with local historians and preservationists to identify all of the historical buildings in the area," I said.
"Then, we will work with them to renovate them so that they can be used for new purposes."
The room was quiet as everyone looked at each other.
I could feel their apprehension, and I knew that I had to convince them that we would do everything possible to preserve the area's history.
"How can you ensure that they will not be destroyed during the renovation process?" someone asked.
I nodded slowly, acknowledging her fear.
"That is a valid fear," I said.
"But we will work closely with local historians and preservationists to ensure that everything possible is done to preserve them. We will also make sure that all of the workers are trained on how to handle historical artifacts so that they are not damaged during the renovation process."
There was a pause before someone else spoke up.
"What if the project fails and leaves us worse off than before?"
