Chapter 139: Reed

The wonderful news of Max Fury's training lasted for several days, as it was almost widespread across the world.

His fanbase also increased as well, as more shocking and staggering figures were added to his pages' tally.

Just at the end of the week, Arnold had gained two million followers, and it was undoubtedly still counting. He found it hard to believe this, but the sudden event just made him believe every time the manifestation of the news gleamed brightly the sun.

Max Fury's training videos had gone viral, and it hadn't only made him more famous, it had earned him quite a lot of money!!!

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Arnold was sitting in a bar eight days after this event... While he sat and drank a cup of red alcoholic wine, his phone beeped for a call...

(Reed — calling).

It was his page admin.

He quickly picked up the call after a smile, and he waited for the young man on the other hand to speak first.

"Hey, boss!!! Have you seen the funds???!"

Reed's voice sounded like a vibrating sound, loud and full of utter shock and mad excitement.

"Yes, why not..."

However, Arnold, who had just been questioned, only replied with a casual look on his face... He didn't seem to possess any shocked look on his face.

"WHOA... Seven hundred thousand dollars??! We are rich!" Reed didn't know when he shouted this.

"Nah, I'm rich," Arnold knocked him off that thought, making Reed shrug at that instant. "You are just my employed admin, don't think you would half of the money," Arnold said.

"Yeah... I... I know... Was just too excited for you," Reed said, stammering. He was actually sorry for saying that to his boss since not all bosses will reply to their employees that way after that statement.

It wasn't a new thing to him anyway, he knew how humble and simple his boss was in the first place.

"So what are we gonna do now, boss?" Reed then asked.

"We are withdrawing all with the twelve thousand dollars made initially. I will be having an interview tomorrow, so you will posting the video on all pages. After that, we will withdraw all that we made. I hope for a million dollars, hehe," Arnold said.

"Yes, me too!" Reed shouted enthusiastically.

"Then we have to hope on that then. Here is the deal: if we can make a million dollars, I will reward you with ten percent of the funds. Deal?" Arnold asked.

"WHOA. Deal! L" Reed shouted as he agreed immediately, pretty stunned and nervous at the same time.

There was no way he couldn't be shocked by Arnold's great task and offer, as he knew what ten percent of a million dollar was...

It was a hundred thousand dollars that were talking about!

The fact that that was a hundred times his salary made Reed's hand jerk on the phone, his mind filled with nervousness and anticipation.

"I will appreciate such an offer... That will mean a lot!" Reed added.

"Alright... Now let's get down to business," Arnold smiled and notified before he decided to end the call.

After the call ended, Arnold lowered his gaze to the table, grabbed the cup of wine, and finished the remaining that caused a mouthful.

After that, he thought for a while and said.

"To whoever captured that video, thank you..."

"And fuck you!"

Arnold let out a wide smile after that, then agreed to leave the bar when his phone beeped again.

After this sudden event that had changed his life, he had been receiving countless calls and messages from different business and social organizations, offering him huge amounts of money for a short interview with him...

Truth be told, Arnold had declined many and had scheduled time for those he had accepted. Although he had attended one, the funds and allowances had successfully been forwarded to his account.

Taking a lot at his phone to confirm the caller, a slight smile emerged on his pale face as he noticed who was calling...

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Without hesitation, he quickly picked up the call.

"Hey, buddy. How is your ass?" Mia suddenly shouted at the other hand, joking.

This was what she usually said when trying to scoff or try to joke around, so Arnold was used to it.

"Hey... Well, my ass is doing pretty well. You?" He asked.

"I'm doing great. The final year examination is starting in three days, and I'm extremely nervous," Mia said.

*Oh c'mon! When would you ever stop being nervous, babe? Cheer up; you are Erana Grant. Prove it," Arnold spoke.

Erana Grant is Mia's ring name which she had decided to use in her professional wrestling career, and Arnold had just decided to motivate her with that name.

It wasn't as if there was specifically something special about the name, at least, it could still wipe out some waves of uncertainty away from her mind, which was what he actually wanted.

"I understand. But it feels like..."

"Don't feel negative, Mia. You only need victories and that's the goal. Don't ever think of losing, okay?" Arnold decided to shake her off the uncertainty again.

"Alright then, I will try my best to be strong and courageous. Anyway, I have something else to inform you."

Arnold nodded as he was attentive to hear what she wanted to say. With a slight smile on Mia's face at the other hand, she spoke up.

"I'll be forwarding some money to your account just as a little gift from me. Please don't say no!" Mia cried.

She already knew what sort of man Arnold was, and this had her a little mad in recent days when she tried to spoil him with her wealth.

Truthfully, Arnold had refused to receive some money from her ever since they met.

However this time...

"Okay then, sure..."

Mia had begged him relentlessly to take the offer, so he forwarded his account details for her to drop the so-called little gift that she intended to spare.

A few minutes after he had sent the details, his phone beeped again with a notification sound this time, driving him to check it out at that instant.

When he did, his eyes were enveloped with shock as he stared at the notification icon.

"Eighteen million dollars???!!!"

"WHAT THE SHITT???"