I Make Money Every Second(IMMES)

Reading Machine

'System, how much can I withdraw right now?'

[Ding.. Host can withdraw 72,031 dollars.]

'Withdraw 70,000 dollars to the Merril Lynch Bank account and the rest two thousand dollars to my NMB bank account.'

[Ding.. Withdrawing money.. Money withdrawn successfully.]

Bishal now had 170,000 dollars in the Merril Lynch bank account that he planned to use for investing while this 2,000 dollars was going to be his pocket money for a day or two.

'System, how much does it cost to upgrade my skills?'

[Ding.. Host can buy Beginner-level skills for 1 million points and each upgrade will cost 10 times the cost.]

'1 million Beginner-level, 10 million Intermediate-level, 100 million Advanced-level, 1 billion for the master-level and 10 billion for the God-level skill.'

Bishal sucked in a cold breath of air as he made some quick mental calculations. I need to earn all of this money before spending it.

'At the current rate, I will only be able to 'automatically' earn 2.2 billion dollars, even if I live another 80 years. That's not even enough for 1 god-level skill. I'd rather stick to lottery.'

Bishal didn't bother much and decided to wait till he got his laptop to start trading.

'It's a fact that I will never lack money. Just the dollar per second is enough for me to live my life without any regards to earning money. It doesn't mean I should do nothing.'

Bishal didn't bother more and took out his books and started reading. He knew that he would be able to read and memorize easily but he was shocked to find out that he could read one page in 2-3 seconds.

This was not just purely reading it, he could memorize the content and understand the content in just these few seconds. Bishal kept turning pages and finished learning the whole book.

Bishal seemed to have fallen in love with this feeling of learning and kept reading more and more books.

"Dada, come for the breakfast.", Anisha said loudly while knocking on this door.

"Okay, I'll be there."

Bishal didn't get up and finished the last 10 pages left in the book he was holding before going out of the room to have some breakfast.

Anisha looked at with some uncertainty and said, "How come your height increased so much? You've also become handsome?"

"I don't know. You're just thinking up things.", Bishal denied.

The breakfast was soon completed. Bishal was going back to his room when he seemed to have remembered something and transferred a thousand dollars to his mom.

"Mom, I did another freelance project recently. It paid well. I have sent you some money."

Sarita got a message on her mobile and her face changed a little when she looked at the amount Bishal had transferred.

"You should keep some for yourself. Don't transfer everything to me. We have enough to get by."

"Don't worry mom. I have enough. I recently found a few bugs in some big companies and i can get a lot of money. It'll take some time for it to come through. We can even buy a bigger house soon."

Sarita's eyes widened. "You didn't do anything wrong, did you?"

"No, I didn't. It's all legal. Don't worry mom."

Anisha on the side kept looking at Bishal. Bishal was pretty familiar with this routine and transferred 50 dollars to her Esewa account while saying, "Your pocket money for the month. Don't bother mom for more money."

(Eswea, it's just cash app of nepal.)

Anisha gave him a big smile and nodded. "Thank you."

Bishal got to his room and got ready for college. He was planning on trading in the New York Stock Exchange, so he could trade during night.

It was only 9 AM and his college started at 11:30 AM. Bishal went early as he wanted to soak himself in the library at the college.

Bishal studied at the Advanced College of Engineering (ACE). It was a private university affiliated with the Tribhuwan University(TU). Various engineering degrees were taught here. The governmental college seats were too few which resulted in establishment of these various private colleges.

Bikash didn't bother much and directly took a taxi. It cost just 5 dollars but normally this 5 dollars would be his pocket money for at least 2 or 3 days.

Bishal didn't bother much and directly ran into the college library. Bishal pulled out a bunch of books for his ranging from fundamentals of Operating System to Computer Graphics to Data Structure and Algorithms.

Bishal had basically pulled out all his current course books and piled them up on his table. Bishal started flipping through each of the books.

It was a good thing that Bishal had chosen a remote corner to do his 'studying' and the number of people in the library was pitiful anyways. The only time library would be filled was during the exam times.

Bishal didn't notice that a pair of beautiful eyes were looking at him with a hint of uncertainty. It was almost 11 AM when Bishal finsihed all the books. He then got up and started placing the books back into their respective places.

"Did you find what you were looking for?"

Bishal turned around to see a beautiful girl in black jeans and a white T-shirt standing behind him with a few books in her hands. Bishal knew who this was. This was a teacher at the college. She taught C to the first year students.

Her name was Vani and the guys all over the college could be said to be her little fans. Vani had completed her Masters and was currently a teacher at this college.

"???"

"Weren't you looking for something? You were flipping through all those books earlier?"

"Oh. That... Yea, I found it.", Bishal lied as it would hard to explain how he could read all those books in just an hour or so.

"It's good to see students who are serious about their studies.", Vani just put the books in her hands back in place and walked out of the library while thinking, 'Why? Calm down. Calm down. Vani, you did nothing wrong.'

Vani felt a bit guilty and ashamed that she'd spent the whole time staring at Bishal. Almost an hour staring at him.

'Wasn't he always kind of cold? Why was she so talkative today?', Bishal thought to himself while walking towards the classroom.

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