Negus__kaleb
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For educational purposes only, I’m about to tell you a story. This is a story about how I apparently made $9 million in 2023, built my empire, laundered that money, and ultimately watched it all burn. Making money wasn’t something I was born into. It wasn’t handed to me on a silver platter. The first thing i did was Invested in crypto. I’m not talking about Bitcoin or Ethereum. No, I went deeper, into altcoins, the kind people barely heard of, the kind that skyrocketed out of nowhere. I was lucky bros, my friend got in on a project just as it was about to explode. It wasn’t clean, wasn’t conventional, but it paid off. $5 million from one of those “underground” coins. I don't want to go further.
Then, I moved into a different scheme, something far more complex. I got in on black market art trading. High value pieces, ones that didn’t hit the mainstream. Bought them at auction, flipped them for profit in back channel deals. The art world? It’s a goldmine for people who know how to move the right pieces, behind the scenes, where no one’s watching. This alone brought in another $4 million.
That’s how I made my $9 million. Clean, messy, and everything in between.
Once the money was in, the question became how do I make it disappear,I couldn’t walk around flaunting $9 million. Not if I wanted to keep breathing. So, I found an Indian through a friend . A pooooopjeet in Zimbabwe. This indian was the kind of guy who could make anything vanish, no questions asked. He was good at laundering money through layers of shell companies and backdoor deals. This was all done in Africa, as we all know, the governments are ass and you can pay them off.
We took the money through a dozen shell companies, moving it through different countries. Paper trails disappeared, assets went into accounts overseas. We worked through Zimbabwe. Why there? Low regulation, corrupt officials looking the other way. Perfect place to hide the movement of large sums. the indian made sure the money was spread across various accounts, each one looking like legitimate business dealings.
After all this was done, the Indian took 1.5M.
So after everything, I wanted to do things the clean way, one more criminal activity.
So, I went to Somalia, where my mother lives. I bought me and her a BIG house in Mogadishu. Now, my mother told me that the seafood industry was ripe for the taking and the market was desperate for quality seafood. I put together an export operation, sourcing the finest fish and seafood. A small operation at first, but with the plan to scale it up, supply the Middle East and greater east africa, this could bring in millions.
But that’s when I was reminded its AFRICA. The operation was running smoothly for a while. But power corrupts, and in Somalia, it doesn’t take much to make enemies. The police chief, a jareer nigger fuck with big lips And like came to me one day, with a "deal." He wanted a cut of everything I made, protection fees.
He took from me in the span of 6 months $2 million, if I refused, i would've been dead. But it wasn’t enough. The chief’s men came in, shut everything down. All my assets were seized, the business was destroyed.
You’d think that would’ve been the end. But if you know anything about this game, it’s that you never stop. You keep going. You learn from it. I pulled what was left from the wreckage, started something new this time, I went for a tech venture in the Middle East. Nothing flashy. A real business, no schemes, no shortcuts.
But it wasn’t about the business, really. It was about control. Building something from the ground up, without looking over my shoulder every second. Without having to watch the walls close in.
So, what’s the takeaway from all this? Simple: there’s no clean way to get rich. No shortcut that doesn’t cost you something. But if you’re smart enough, ruthless enough, and willing to sacrifice anything for power, you can make it. That’s the game. People think you just wake up rich it doesn’t work like that. You build it piece by piece, knowing that with every victory, there’s someone waiting to take it all away. And when that happens, you start over. You adapt. You learn. And you never stop. When I am making money, risking shit, I feel so good, I am my best under pressure.
Then, I moved into a different scheme, something far more complex. I got in on black market art trading. High value pieces, ones that didn’t hit the mainstream. Bought them at auction, flipped them for profit in back channel deals. The art world? It’s a goldmine for people who know how to move the right pieces, behind the scenes, where no one’s watching. This alone brought in another $4 million.
That’s how I made my $9 million. Clean, messy, and everything in between.
Once the money was in, the question became how do I make it disappear,I couldn’t walk around flaunting $9 million. Not if I wanted to keep breathing. So, I found an Indian through a friend . A pooooopjeet in Zimbabwe. This indian was the kind of guy who could make anything vanish, no questions asked. He was good at laundering money through layers of shell companies and backdoor deals. This was all done in Africa, as we all know, the governments are ass and you can pay them off.
We took the money through a dozen shell companies, moving it through different countries. Paper trails disappeared, assets went into accounts overseas. We worked through Zimbabwe. Why there? Low regulation, corrupt officials looking the other way. Perfect place to hide the movement of large sums. the indian made sure the money was spread across various accounts, each one looking like legitimate business dealings.
After all this was done, the Indian took 1.5M.
So after everything, I wanted to do things the clean way, one more criminal activity.
So, I went to Somalia, where my mother lives. I bought me and her a BIG house in Mogadishu. Now, my mother told me that the seafood industry was ripe for the taking and the market was desperate for quality seafood. I put together an export operation, sourcing the finest fish and seafood. A small operation at first, but with the plan to scale it up, supply the Middle East and greater east africa, this could bring in millions.
But that’s when I was reminded its AFRICA. The operation was running smoothly for a while. But power corrupts, and in Somalia, it doesn’t take much to make enemies. The police chief, a jareer nigger fuck with big lips And like came to me one day, with a "deal." He wanted a cut of everything I made, protection fees.
He took from me in the span of 6 months $2 million, if I refused, i would've been dead. But it wasn’t enough. The chief’s men came in, shut everything down. All my assets were seized, the business was destroyed.
You’d think that would’ve been the end. But if you know anything about this game, it’s that you never stop. You keep going. You learn from it. I pulled what was left from the wreckage, started something new this time, I went for a tech venture in the Middle East. Nothing flashy. A real business, no schemes, no shortcuts.
But it wasn’t about the business, really. It was about control. Building something from the ground up, without looking over my shoulder every second. Without having to watch the walls close in.
So, what’s the takeaway from all this? Simple: there’s no clean way to get rich. No shortcut that doesn’t cost you something. But if you’re smart enough, ruthless enough, and willing to sacrifice anything for power, you can make it. That’s the game. People think you just wake up rich it doesn’t work like that. You build it piece by piece, knowing that with every victory, there’s someone waiting to take it all away. And when that happens, you start over. You adapt. You learn. And you never stop. When I am making money, risking shit, I feel so good, I am my best under pressure.
