I Have To Spend $1,000,000 In 24 Hours - Part 2

Welcome to the channel. Here is my story. I'm Mateo. And I'm back with the second

part

of my story. I will give you a brief summary for those who

have

not seen the first

part

. You can click this link to see the first part of my full story. I

have

never met my grandfather in my life. A lawyer called me out of the blue. He said my grandfather had passed away, but he recorded a video of me beforehand. In the video, my grandfather said, "If you

spend

a million dollars in 24

hours

, you will inherit my hundred million dollar fortune." However, he had some rules: you can't buy goods like a house or a car, you can only

spend

money on yourself, and you can't use the Internet or a phone.

At 9am that morning my twenty-four hour challenge began. I rented a luxury car, booked the royal suite in a hotel and ate very expensive meals. However, I still had seven hundred and ninety-eight thousand dollars left. That's when an idea occurred to me. I played the lottery and bought scratch-off tickets with the rest of the money. Turns out my luck was too good. One of the tickets won the million dollar jackpot at the last minute. I returned to the starting point. The clock struck midnight and I had to find a place to spend another million dollars before nine in the morning.

That's the summary of part one, so let's start from where I left off. "You won a million dollars, son!" the lottery shop owner shouted, handing me the scratch card. I showed the card to Justin, the attorney's assistant. "There are no scratch-off tickets left in this store. How can I spend all this money in the middle of the night?" "Well, you have another problem," Justin said. "We spent all the cash on the briefcase. Right now, all you have is a single ticket worth a million dollars. Since you don't have time to exchange it for cash, you have to spend it on a single item." "As if the challenge wasn't already difficult enough," I responded.

That thought stopped me in my tracks. I couldn't give up. I still had nine

hours

left. "But it's not impossible. Let's get out of here. I'm going to spend this ticket no matter what!" We started driving around in the Rolls Royce we had rented. What is worth a million dollars, can be paid with a lottery ticket and follows the rules of my grandfather's game? While I was pondering all this, we stopped at a red light. I realized I hadn't eaten yet when I saw the hot dog cart on the corner. Justin laughed out loud when he saw me looking at the hot dogs in the cart. "The millionaire doesn't have a dime to spend on a hot dog!

New York has truly seen it all!" Justin told the driver to stop. "I'm hungry too. I don't think it's against the rules to stop for a hot dog." The taste of that hot dog far surpassed the seventy thousand dollar meal I had for lunch. I practically swallowed it whole. Behind us was a giant Justin Bieber concert poster. “Are you the one performing tonight?” I laughed sarcastically, pointing to Justin next to me. "I know. Normally, I'd be there," he replied. "Really? You're missing the concert because of me? Sorry, man." Justin shrugged. "It's okay. As someone who's been to seventy-eight Justin Bieber shows, it's no big deal if I don't make it to this one." "Seventy-eight concerts?" I asked surprised.

I never would have thought a pencil-dealing lawyer like you would be a Blieber!" "I've never considered myself a pencil-dealer," Justin replied casually. "Plus, my dad... you met him yesterday morning. —He's the lawyer, not me." "So my grandfather's lawyer is your dad? I had no idea. "So what made you a Belieber?" Justin began to tell the story about it. "No big deal, really. Do you know how Justin Bieber was discovered through YouTube? I also wanted to be a singer. Justin was my role model in high school. I even modeled my style after his, so I thought he was guaranteed success.

When my dad found out that he had started a YouTube channel, he was furious. "These videos are the quickest way to destroy your future, son," he shouted. 'You will immediately stop this nonsense and study law as a true contributing member of society!' That night my dreams of becoming a star were crushed. He made me delete my channel. When I turned eighteen, I changed my name from Arthur to Justin out of spite. I also didn't give my dad the satisfaction of seeing me go to law school. "I'm sorry for what happened. How come you still work with your dad even after all that?" I asked.

Justin replied, "I don't have a choice right now. I'm taking music courses, but my dad doesn't know. When I graduate, I will be a singer. Look, my dad isn't all bad. He cares and everything, it's just... I want to live my life my way." "My biggest dream is to do backup vocals for him," she said, turning to the sign behind us. At that moment, a light went on. lightbulb in my head. "Well, let's go then!" I shouted excitedly, Justin had a confused expression on his face. "To realize your dream!" Bieber's concert. There was no one around except two guys sweeping the floor. "When did the concert end?" one responded. "Is Justin Bieber gone?" Asked.

He opened his arms and shrugged. "Come on," I said, turning to Justin, "We have to find a way backstage. Beiber might still be around." We ran out the door and headed to the other side of the building. Within minutes, we arrived at a small door that said "VIP Entrance." There must have been at least a hundred. The believers at the door shouted, "Justin! Justin!" “I told you,” I said with a reassuring look. Justin, the lawyer's son, was very excited. "I know what you're thinking. But Mateo... It's a long shot," he said. “Where there is a will, there is a way,” I said confidently.

At the entrance, the security guards had formed a human chain. Fans pushed to get in every few minutes. , the doormen checked everyone's VIP passes. "We'll never get past those big guys," I told Justin, "I think I know another way in." We ran back to the entrance of the place. I was finishing. "We need to see Justin Bieber," I said, showing them my lottery ticket with the million-dollar prize. At first, they seemed upset, even angry, but their eyes widened when they saw the jackpot on the ticket. "Lend us your work uniforms and tomorrow morning I will give you $100,000 each," I assured them.

The men looked at each other. "What have we got to lose?" about our jobs," the other responded. "It won't matter if we get 100 grand a piece," the first pleaded. Reluctantly, the second worker agreed. We changed our clothes with the cleaning crew, allowing us to walk freely around the building. We headed backstage without delay. My heart was pounding when we reached the VIP room. Bieber himself was walking towards the exit with his guards and his manager. I almost fainted at the last second, and I screamed, "Justin." ! Justin!" The guards made a move to stop me from approaching.

Bieber called to the guards. "Do you want to take a photo?" he said politely, "You guys must be as exhausted as I am, after an incredible show like that. Always happy to show my gratitude to the team that made it possible. "I couldn't believe what was happening. Justin Bieber was actually thanking us because he thought we worked there." Justin, you... are my last chance," I said. Justin Bieber narrowed his eyes, surprised by my words. His manager interrupted him: "Justin, you've had enough action tonight." Let's go." Justin Bieber never broke eye contact with me. "Wait. I'm curious.

What do you mean I'm your last chance?" he asked. Of course, I couldn't tell him about my grandfather's little game, but I knew how he would spend the million dollar prize: "We'd like to pay you for a private concert tonight! " Justin Bieber laughed. "Wait, wait, wait. What?" I mustered up the courage to say, "Only three songs. How much would it cost?" I asked. "More than you can afford," Beiber's manager sneered, "it's sold out right now. We have a long road ahead of us." "How much does it cost?" I asked. By now, Justin Bieber was watching us intently.

Just two meters away from his idol, my friend Justin was speechless. "A million dollars. " The manager said condescendingly. "You can go tomorrow and get a million dollars for this," I said, showing him the scratch-off bill. The man got a good look scratching his chin. He turned to Justin Bieber and said, "The kid He's not lying." Bieber said, "Guys, this is getting crazy. They can keep the scratch-off ticket from him. I'm leaving." My heart skipped a beat as Justin Beiber turned and began to walk away. This can't be it. Could it? After everything we'd been through, after every stroke of luck, I just couldn't accept defeat.

That's when I heard my friend Justin's voice behind me. He was singing the most incredible tune, turning all the heads in the room towards his voice, including Beiber's. Justin finished, his voice shaking with excitement. With you on stage has always been my dream," he said. Bieber was very moved. "Tell the band to get ready?" He told his manager: "I'm sure they'll be okay with coming back on stage if you tell them that they will win an extra million dollars tonight." Justin and I hugged each other excitedly, almost unable to believe that we had actually done it.

Justin Bieber sang me three songs that night. My friend Justin did the backup vocals. The best part was that Justin Bieber loved his performance so much that he offered my new friend a job. At 2:46 a.m. that morning, the game was complete. I had finally earned the right to inherit my grandfather's hundred million dollar fortune. When morning came, it was time to return to the lawyer's office. When we arrived, my dad was waiting for me in the meeting room along with my grandfather's lawyer. He had tears in his eyes when he opened his arms to give me a hug. "Your grandfather left me a video telling me everything.

You deserve that money," he said. "But you forgave him too?" I asked. He replied, "Your grandfather talked at length about how he regretted everything he had done. When he was alive I thought he was faking it to save face, but if he keeps saying the same things even after he died, I guess he meant it." ". all the time." To this day we live in my grandfather's mansion. Apparently, he had the entire house renovated just for us, as if he was sure we would move there. After Justin graduated from music school We both went into the music business together and produced albums for several platinum artists.

I am very proud of everything we have achieved and I know my grandfather would be too.