Jason roughly calculated: the 300 acres of land he bought had already appreciated to $1.8 billion. After deducting $420 million in costs, his profit stood at a staggering $1.38 billion.
It was faster than robbing a bank.
The condos at Seaside Estates had also jumped by more than half in value. Many units were bought with just a down payment—some with only a deposit. From a little over $400 million invested, Jason had already netted more than $600 million in profit.
At this moment, Jason understood the true power of money.
Back in college, he had used money to buy influence. But now, with influence, he was multiplying money—and the effect was explosive.
The Mind Tool also played a role, and he was glad it wasn't tied to one of the women. Just from "simp system's missions," he had turned billions. And the spillover had even boosted Quinn's favorability by 20 points without him burning through it directly.
Right then, Olivia walked in after taking a phone call. She reported:"Boss, just as you expected. Mike, the sales director at Seaside Estates, called. He wants to talk about those 200 units where buyers only paid deposits. Do you want to bring in the Law Office?"
Jason smirked. Of course, he knew what Mike was after.
For the 500 buyers who put down proper down payments and signed contracts, no developer would dare back out now.
But those other 200? They only left deposits. And with prices soaring, Mike probably wanted to wriggle out of the deal.
Normally, if a seller defaults on a deposit, they return it and pay an equal penalty—if you drop $5,000, you get $10,000 back. The contract had some teeth.
But in this kind of overheated market, developers were desperate to break free. Jason had even written 30% liquidated damages into the agreement, but he knew in practice it would end up in court battles.
The question was—did he care enough to fight?
Jason shook his head. "Nah. Not worth my time. We'll flip this another way."
He turned to Olivia."Contact the Auto Club and Yonghua Club—our friends who came through for us last time. You'll find them marked in my address book."
"Tell them I'm giving up the rights to these deposits. For every unit, I'll charge a $50,000 transfer fee. The rest? They can keep it and file lawsuits themselves if they want."
Jason wasn't interested in getting bogged down in lawsuits. But others would jump at the chance.
After all, each 1,200 sq. ft. condo had already risen by nearly $900,000. And it was still climbing.
So for $50,000, anyone could step in and claim the right to sue for ownership—or at the very least, pocket hefty damages.
If they won a unit, the profit was monstrous: about $1.3 million each. Ten units meant $13 million.
Back in those clubs, Jason's reputation had only been surface-level, based on his visible wealth. Connections were shallow.
But now, by gifting them this opportunity, he was cementing real relationships. He wasn't just flashing wealth—he was letting others profit with him.
It was also a calculated signal to outsiders: help Jason a little, and the return will be enormous. Next time he needed something, they'd fight to be the first in line.
Olivia's pupils narrowed slightly as she processed his words. She understood instantly. Her young boss wasn't just wealthy—his courage and strategy were far beyond ordinary men.
She quickly started making calls, one by one. At that moment, they were waiting at the Bayfield Pavilion lounge.
Not long after, Lewis, parker, Mike, and others hurried over.
At this time, everyone was buzzing with excitement. Even Lewis, whose total assets were around $50 million, couldn't ignore the chance to pocket tens of millions in one swoop. As for Parker, Mike, and the others—they were practically glowing.
Lewis leaned forward, almost unable to contain himself."Jason, were you serious on the phone? You're really willing to transfer those deposit contracts to us—for only $50,000 each?"
Jason nodded casually."Yeah. Last time, when you guys came out to support me, I only treated you to dinner. That hardly counted as a real favor. This time, I've been lucky. I'll let you all make some money with me. Filing lawsuits? Too much hassle. I don't have the patience."
Parker chuckled."Jason, you've cleared at least two billion on this deal already. No wonder you don't care about the scraps."
Mike nodded in agreement."Just the land itself is worth nearly $2 billion now, and future development's only going to push it higher. If you don't want the deposit contracts, leave them to us—we'll be happy to sue for it."
Lewis rubbed his hands eagerly."Jason, could we take a look at the contracts first?"
Everyone here was an old hand in the business. They weren't naïve enough to think Jason's contracts were the same boilerplate agreements that ordinary homebuyers signed. If that were the case, the developer could just refund deposits with token compensation—nobody would have rushed over.
But since Jason had hinted otherwise, they knew he had something different. Still, they wanted to see for themselves.
Jason gestured to Olivia, who came over with a large stack of paperwork. Two hundred contracts—one for each unit.
When the group flipped through them, their expressions shifted to pure delight. These weren't standard contracts at all—they were loaded with one-sided clauses in Jason's favor.
It wasn't surprising that Seaside Estates had signed off on them. A week ago, the project was practically dead. They had been desperate to offload units, so they didn't think twice about Jason's "overlord" terms. Now, with the market surging, the developers regretted it—but they were trapped.
Mike looked stunned."Jason, this feels like you're just handing us free money. Honestly, we only showed up last time, and you treated us to a meal. This is way too generous."
Peter quickly added,"Jason, why don't we just handle the lawsuits for you? You can keep the majority—we'll only take a small share."
But Jason waved them off."No need. I'm too lazy to mess with it. Each of you gets around fifteen or sixteen contracts. Split them up how you want. I'll just charge $100,000 total for the lot."
The group stopped protesting. No one dared be hypocritical in the face of such generosity. They divided the contracts quickly, calculating that even at the low end, each person stood to make at least $2 million once lawsuits or settlements were done.
Out of respect, they all wired Jason the full $100,000 immediately—some even borrowing money to pay. No one wanted to look ungrateful. By the time the transfers hit, Jason's account balance had climbed by another $20 million.
For the first time, he wasn't just sitting on "simp funds" from the system—this was real money, under his own name. He planned to keep it parked safely. The system's gold was for burning, but this? This was his.
News of the deal spread quickly through the Auto Club and the Suprema Club. Members who hadn't been there were practically foaming with envy.
"Fifteen contracts each? Even if the lawsuits don't secure the units, the penalty payouts alone guarantee profit. But if they actually win the houses? That's nearly twenty million a person!"
"Damn, you guys really hit the jackpot."
"Jason makes over two billion in a week, and even the crumbs slipping through his fingers make other people rich."
"I should've driven out to Bayfield that night. Just showing up to support him could've landed me a fortune."
"Jason, if you ever need someone to back you up again, just say the word. I'll be there in a heartbeat!"
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