From Worthless to Wealthy: A Poor Man's Rise to Success

Brian Tennant was busy doing his part-time job, cleaning the tables in the canteen of Everin University.

He wore an apron and a pair of rubber gloves now, which were part of job requirements.

He also collected all the plastic water bottles on the table and stuffed them into the large plastic bag next to him.

"Ten more bottles and the bag will be full. Then I can sell them for twenty dollars! I'll finally have enough money to buy some food tomorrow. Perfect!"

Brian murmured to himself, cheering himself on. He glanced at the almost full plastic bag with excitement.

Not far away, Jeanne Hall saw what Brian was doing and frowned tightly.

She looked to Kim Percival, who was sitting opposite her, and asked with disgust, "Kim, who's that man over there? Why is he so poor?"

Kim was a popular finance student who came from a wealthy family. It was said that his family's net worth had already exceeded about ten million dollars.

"Poor? Don't judge a book by its cover. You know the popular girl, Rosy Stevens, right? That's her boyfriend. He gives her a three-thousand-dollar allowance every month."

As he spoke, Kim stared at Brian sourly.

Jeanne did a double take. She looked at the man slaving over the bottles in disbelief and asked, "Are you kidding me? How could Rosy be with him?"

Kim wrinkled his nose in disdain and snorted, "Because he's a thick-skinned ass-kisser in front of Rosy."

Seeing the confusion on Jeanne's face, Kim smiled mischievously. "Here, let me show you."

He stood up and deliberately scattered his leftovers on the floor. Then he shouted at Brian, "Hey, you! Come here and clean up this mess."

Without thinking too much, Brian hurried over and squatted down to clean up the scattered leftovers.

Suddenly, he felt a stream of cold liquid drenching his hair.

He looked up in shock. It turned out that Kim had poured a bottle of drink over his head.

Brian stood up immediately. With clenched fists, he glared at Kim, blue veins bulging on his forehead.

Kim rolled his eyes unhurriedly. Instead of being afraid, he patted Brian on the cheek and sneered, "What's the matter? Do you want to hit me?"

Brian's eyes were blazing with fury. But before he threw a punch at Kim, he thought about his situation.

It had taken him a lot of effort to get this part-time job in the canteen. Apart from the salary, he was allowed to collect bottles and sell them for extra money.

If he hit Kim here today, he would likely lose his job. Then he wouldn't be able to pay his own tuition, not to mention pay the medical fees of Rosy's mother.

Brian took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and forced a smile. "No... No, I don't want to hit you."

"Ha-ha!"

Seeing this, both Kim and Jeanne burst into laughter in unison.

"You are such a fucking loser! Go and buy me a lottery ticket. You can keep the change as a reward. Then send this package to Room 1024 of Galaxy Hotel, got it?"

Kim took out a hundred-dollar bill and tossed it at Brian's face. Then he slipped his arm around Jeanne's waist and the two left, laughing all the way.

Brian picked up the package Kim left expressionlessly and picked up the hundred-dollar bill off the floor.

It was better to send the package to the hotel first and then go to buy a lottery ticket for Kim.

When he thought about the change he'd get after buying one lottery ticket, Brian's displeasure vanished in an instant.

He trotted all the way to Room 1024 of the hotel in high spirits.

Just as he was about to knock at the door, he heard a woman's pleasured moans from inside the room.

Brian's hand stopped midair. His cheeks turned as red as tomatoes with embarrassment. But soon, he realized that something was wrong.

Why did the woman inside sound like Rosy?

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became. He raised his fist and pounded on the door twice, shouting, "Open the door!"

"Who's that? What a bummer!" the girl complained loudly.

"Don't worry, babe. Maybe it's just the courier. I asked Kim to buy me some sex toys. I'll make it up to you later."

Seconds later, the door was opened.

Brian's eyes suddenly widened and his mind went completely blank.

Why the hell was Rosy here?

Sure enough, inside the room on the bed lay Rosy, naked.

Her perfect figure could be seen clearly from the door.

"You... You!"

Brian's breath suddenly became ragged. He was too angry to say another word. At the same time, a piercing pain stabbed at his heart.

Rosy was also startled to see Brian here. Eyes wide with panic, she asked, "Brian? What're you doing here?"

Brian's nostrils flared angrily. "Rosy Stevens! I should be asking you that question! Didn't you say that you went to accompany your mother?"

A few months ago, Rosy had wept on Brian's shoulder, telling him that her mother was seriously ill in the hospital.

She needed about a hundred thousand dollars to cover the medical costs.

Since then, Brian had been living frugally and working part-time jobs until midnight every day, doing his best to raise money.

But what did he get in return? Rosy's betrayal. Brian couldn't accept it.

Rosy soon calmed down. Instead of feeling shame or guilt, she looked at Brian with disdain.

"Don't you dare involve my mom! Well, now that you're here, we might as well get straight to the point. Let's break up."

Just then, Jonathan Sanders, the man who opened the door, pounced on the bed and slapped Rosy on her buttocks playfully.

"Honey, don't give the poor guy a hard time. If he wasn't such a useless idiot, I wouldn't have become your first. You were together for how long? Three years? Ha-ha! I should be thanking him for taking such good care of you."

As he spoke, Jonathan looked at Brian with unmasked disgust, holding Rosy in his arms protectively.

"You son of a bitch, I'll kill you!"

Brian couldn't stand it anymore. He clenched his fists and rushed toward the two with blind rage.

However, Jonathan was expecting this. He simply raised his leg and kicked Brian on the chest, sending him flying.

Jonathan was much stronger than Brian, not to mention the fact that Brian was suffering from long-term malnutrition. How could he stand a chance?

Looking at Brian, who was writhing on the floor, Jonathan sneered angrily and shouted, "What a bummer!"

Rosy rested her head on Jonathan's shoulder and said in a soft voice, "Calm down, honey. Just ask security to take him away. I want you in bed with me!"

Jonathan snorted but found that what she said was reasonable, so he called the receptionist.

Before long, several strong security guards filed inside the room and threw Brian out of the hotel.

Brian endured the humiliation and went back to school, bruised and exhausted.

When he returned to the dormitory building, he found Kim and the others standing in the lobby, talking and laughing.

The second Kim saw that Brian was back, he sneered loudly, "Hey, pauper! What did you think about Jonathan's girlfriend? Wasn't she hot?"

"How could a penniless loser like him even think that he deserves a pretty girl like Rosy?"

Kim and the others kept scoffing at Brian mercilessly.

Brian clenched his fists and shouted at them, "Money, money, money! Do you think you can bully the poor just because you have money? Go to hell!"

"Of course! Money makes the world go around. Look at you, you don't have money, so your girlfriend betrayed you and found a man who has money."

Hearing the crowd's mockery, Brian clenched his fists so tightly that his fingernails dug into his flesh.

There was only one thought in Brian's mind.

Rosy and everyone else who looked down on him would pay for what they had done.

The following morning, Brian was awakened by his ringing phone. He answered the call in a daze.

The voice of an elderly man sounded from the other end of the line. "Mr. Tennant, it's me."

Brian suddenly sat bolt upright in bed.

The memory of the past resurfaced in his mind.

When he was only seven years old, he left his family to live on his own.

For more than a decade, Brian was forbidden to use any family resources. Even the skills he had learned when he was with his family were banned.

Now, it seemed his family was finally about to lift the ban.

Charles Bailey's voice sounded again, interrupting Brian's thoughts.

"Mr. Tennant, a small company has been transferred to your name. What would've been your living allowances over the past decade has been deposited into Citibank. You just need to go to the bank to withdraw it. The number of your private vault is 001."

"Okay."

Brian then hung up the phone in a daze.

He smiled bitterly and muttered, "It's just living allowances. Why'd they bother to use a private vault? How much money could it be? What a hassle!"

Still, extra money was extra money. Brian quickly washed his face and set off.

He went to Citibank and approached the nearest counter. "Hello, I want to access my private vault."

The clerk looked up at Brian and raised one eyebrow in disbelief.

Then she sneered, "How could a poor bastard like you possibly own a private vault? I think you're just here to cause trouble! Get the fuck out of here right now, or I'll teach you a lesson!"

To Brian's surprise, the clerk was none other than Rosy's elder sister, Anne Stevens.

Anne had always looked down on Brian, thinking that he was nowhere near good enough for her sister. She kept trying to convince Rosy to break up with him.

So in a way, Anne was one of the reasons why Rosy cheated on him.

At this point, Brian certainly felt no need to be cordial with her.

He said impatiently, "I said, I'd like access to my private vault."

Anne stood up from her desk and pointed a finger at him angrily. "Do you want to die?"

Then she shouted, "Security!"

"What's going on?"

Just then, a pleasant voice came from behind Brian.

He turned around and saw a beautiful woman in black silk stockings and high heels walking toward him.

Brian's gaze was drawn to the woman's ample bosom. Her plump breasts looked like they could break free from her blazer at any given moment.

Seeing her manager, Anne quickly put on a flattering smile. "This man is a poor man! He doesn't have a penny, yet he says he wants to open a private vault! I thought he was here to cause trouble; that's why I called security."

Hearing this, Lisa Dockery looked Brian up and down.

How could Citibank's private vaults have anything to do with this poor guy?

"Come with me."

Lisa waved at Brian and led him to the bank's vaults, albeit reluctantly.

If the bank had not stipulated in their policy that the staff should carefully receive every customer, Lisa would've asked security to drive Brian out herself.

Seeing that Lisa personally handled Brian, Anne didn't dare to say anything more.

Lisa took Brian to the area of the bank's private vaults and asked politely, "What's the number of your vault?"

"001."

Lisa was stunned. Wasn't 001 their most secure, most supreme vault?

Though full of doubts, she still maintained a polite smile. "Please put your hand here for fingerprint scanning. We need to confirm your identity."

Brian obediently pressed his palm against the screen of the smart lock.

"Sorry, your identity could not be confirmed at this time. Please try again."

Upon hearing this, Lisa loathed Brian even more. But she still kept her smile and gestured at the smart lock once more. "Please try again."

Brian thought for a while and decided to use his other hand.

Lisa's patience was running thin and she was trying to come up with an excuse to kick Brian out.

This pauper had wasted so much of her time. The more she thought about it, the angrier she felt.

However, the smart lock's mechanical voice interrupted her thoughts. "Identity confirmed. You may pass."

Lisa was shocked. How the hell was that possible? He actually unlocked the door to their supreme vault! Who on earth was this man?

But now wasn't the time to find out. Lisa immediately straightened her clothes and put on the most sincere smile.

If this man had access to a supreme vault in Citibank, then he had to be someone she couldn't afford to offend.

The door of the vault slowly opened.

When Brian took a look inside it, his legs went limp and he almost fell to the floor.

"Sir, what's wrong?"