From Rock Bottom to Riches: The Wealth Tap System

............Rohan stepped out of Altair Corporation, his mind heavy with the burden of unjust accusations and a severed career. He trudged wearily towards the bus stop, hoping to find solace in the familiarity of his daily commute. Little did he know that the next few moments would forever change the course of his life.As he boarded the crowded bus, Rohan searched for an empty seat, his eyes darting from one occupied space to another. He finally spotted a vacant spot towards the back and quickly made his way towards it. However, before he could reach it, a middle-aged woman aggressively pushed past him and claimed the seat for herself."Hey, I was going to sit there," Rohan protested, his voice laced with weariness.The woman glared at him with disdain. "Don't you dare talk to me, you sick pervert!"Confused and taken aback by the sudden accusation, Rohan tried to defend himself. "What are you talking about? I didn't do anything!"The bus erupted in chaos as passengers turned th

............The glitching screen continued to taunt him, a visual representation of his shattered hopes and dreams.At that moment, a profound sense of loneliness washed over Rohan. The glitching phone, his only connection to the outside world, had become yet another reminder of his isolation. He felt as though he was standing at the edge of a vast abyss, his calls for help swallowed by the void.As the sounds of his frustration subsided, Rohan's phone fell silent. Its flickering screen remained frozen, caught in a loop of glitched images. He stared at it, feeling a strange kinship with the broken device. In its malfunction, he saw a reflection of his brokenness, a shared experience of being adrift in a world that seemed determined to leave them both behind.With a heavy sigh, Rohan slipped the phone back into his pocket, resigning himself to the cruel embrace of his misery. The glitches and the silence only deepened his sense of despair, leaving him feeling more alone than ever

............The next day, Rohan woke up from a restful sleep, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. Stretching his arms and legs, he sat up on the bed, basking in the warm morning sunlight that flooded the room through the window."Ah... What a great sleep I had in a while!" Rohan muttered to himself, a contented smile spreading across his face. The tranquility of the morning filled him with a sense of serenity, momentarily pushing aside the tumultuous events of the previous day.As he took a moment to collect his thoughts, he glanced around the room and a sense of confusion washed over him. "What am I doing here, huh?" he questioned, his eyes scanning the surroundings. Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, his memory surged back, reminding him of the extraordinary events he had encountered."What a hellish day I experienced yesterday... Those shitty bastards!" Rohan's voice grew fierce, his anger reigniting as he recalled the indignities he had suffered. The determination in his ey

............"How about this one!" Rohan exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise as he pointed out the fourth unit, which astounded him with its private garden."Ohh, this one. Well, it would come at a higher price compared to the others," the salesperson replied with an honest smile, ensuring that Rohan was aware of the increased cost in advance, so as not to feel deceived."How much is it?" Rohan asked, his confidence momentarily shaken, yet determined to pay as long as it wasn't an exaggerated amount."The total price is close to 10 million dollars," the salesperson stated, causing Rohan to almost choke in disbelief. His mind raced with thoughts, realizing that the price was astronomical, but he composed himself and held back his reaction.'My god, 10 million dollars... this is an exorbitant amount!' Rohan silently exclaimed within himself, but he maintained his composure externally, not letting the salesperson perceive his shock. The salesperson, assuming Rohan was reconsideri

............"Sigh," Rohan muttered, feeling overwhelmed as he collapsed onto his bed. "Everything is cool, but it's just too much for me."He glanced around his empty bedroom, freshly cleaned and organized. "I need someone to take care of things here and make it feel a little less empty." His gaze fell upon his old, non-functioning mobile phone and the absence of a computer."Not even clothes on the hangers or books on the shelf," he noted with disappointment."Alright, let's go shopping today. And while I'm at it, I should buy a car for myself!" Rohan resolved, rising from his bed.Before embarking on his shopping spree, he decided to take a refreshing bath and get ready."Good morning, uncles!" Rohan greeted the guards as he encountered them on his way. With warm smiles, they returned the greeting."Oh, hello, Mr. Johnson!" one of them replied."Just call me Rohan, uncles," he insisted, not fond of unnecessary respect given solely based on his living situation."Hahaha! You're a g