Campus Gates
Settled into his Akure duplex, Daniel quickly re-established his routines for the time being.
Morning was usually dedicated to reviewing MH trades he'd set overnight, analyzing performance, and initiating new ones. The platform continued its almost flawless execution, his personal balance steadily climbing. He transferred another N2 million to his account for general expenses and to keep his liquid funds healthy.
The real focus however, was the Rocket Funds network. It was early January 2025 now, and the growth since the full implementation of the tiered referral system had been explosive.
He logged into the RF admin dashboard within MH, seeing a clear picture of success painted by the analytics.
The user base had shot past 1,200 active members. The daily profit skim flowing into his main MH account now consistently averaged over N800,000, some days even breaking the N1 million mark. The cumulative profit generated for him solely through RF users had now decisively broken the N25 million milestone.
Twenty-five million Naira, generated from a system he controlled entirely, built on the back of MH's core algorithm. The N5k entry fees continued to pour into the designated offshore bank account, creating a substantial operational fund that he hadn't even needed to touch yet.
Of course managing this many users, even with the tiered system encouraging self-policing and peer support within referred groups, was demanding. His WhatsApp DMs as the Admin were a constant stream of new payment verifications, invite link requests, and basic troubleshooting. He spent several hours each day meticulously processing these issues, ensuring new users were onboarded smoothly and existing users felt supported. The positive testimonials in the VIP Telegram channel were invaluable; satisfied users were his best marketers.
He often found himself working late into the night, often fueled by energy drinks and the sheer adrenaline of managing such a high-stakes operation. His social life, apart from occasional texts with Ayo back in Abuja, was non-existent. But the numbers – the MH balance, the RF profit, the user growth – were compelling motivators.
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A few days later, on Monday, January 6th, the official resumption date for FUTA freshers arrived. Daniel woke early, feeling a sense of novelty and anticipation.
He showered, dressed in a pair of new, relaxed dark jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and a fresh pair of Nike Air Force 1s. He strapped on a wristwatch, slung his Kånken backpack, containing his MacBook Pro and a notebook, over his shoulder, put on a branded cap, and the look was finally complete.
He walked out to his driveway, the metallic grey BMW 3 Series gleaming softly in the early morning light. He slid into the driver's seat, inhaling the scent of leather greedily, and started the engine.
*VROOM.
This was it. University.
He drove slowly out of the estate and onto the main road leading towards the FUTA South Gate. The traffic was light this early. He followed the signs, and the campus started gradually appearing ahead. He saw other students, mostly in groups, walking towards the gate, backpacks on, faces a mixture of excitement and apprehension.
He slowed as he approached the main entrance, the large FUTA archway looming. Security personnel in university uniforms manned the gates, waving cars through after a cursory glance. He took a deep breath, signaled, and turned the BMW smoothly through the gates, onto the wide, tree-lined avenue leading into the heart of the Federal University of Technology, Akure. He was in.