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Hugo stared at his phone screen, completely frozen. A shocked gasp escaped his lips.

Sanchez had really done it.

$6,000.

SIX. THOUSAND. DOLLARS!

And all he did was stand around, look stupid, and get screamed at by a bald man for five minutes.

His brain short circuited.

Was… was this the easiest money he had ever made in his life?!

It absolutely was!

He didn't have to race fast and furious for a gang, nor did he have to race fast and furious against Lisa.

He had simply let out his inner self to the world and suffered testicle squeezing and he had made 6k!

He felt like he had just discovered the ultimate cheat code. If he could get six grand for standing there like an idiot, then what would happen if he actually got good at this?!

If he became a pro that was renowned worldwide?