Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

Noah inserted the first acupuncture needle with precision, targeting a key meridian point near Henderson's upper back. As the needle pierced his skin, Henderson felt a strange warmth spread through his body.

"What… what is that?" Henderson asked, his voice tinged with surprise.

"The needles are stimulating your energy pathways," Noah explained as he continued. "I'm unlocking areas of your body that have stagnated due to your injury."

One by one, Noah placed the needles in specific points along Henderson's back, arms, and legs. Each insertion was accompanied by a slight tingle, followed by a wave of relaxation.

Then, Noah picked up the vial of the advanced medicinal solution. "This is where the real magic happens," he said. He used a sterile syringe to extract a small amount and injected it near the site of Henderson's injury.

The reaction was immediate. Henderson gasped as a surge of warmth spread from the injection site, radiating throughout his body. It was as if his muscles were being awakened, the dormant cells springing back to life. Enjoy new adventures from empire

"Breathe deeply," Noah instructed. "Let the solution circulate through your system."

Minutes passed, and Noah began removing the needles, one by one. Henderson sat up slowly, his movements careful at first. Then, as he twisted his torso experimentally, his eyes widened.

"The pain… it's gone," Henderson said, disbelief etched on his face. He flexed his arm and then his back, his movements fluid and unrestricted. "I haven't felt like this in years."

Noah smiled faintly, packing up his equipment. "You're not just healed. You're better. Stronger. But don't push yourself too hard yet. Give it a day for the full effects to settle."

After healing Henderson, Noah spoke to him for a while about a few things.

...

The next day, after finishing his morning routine of hitting the gym and having breakfast, Noah received a call from Lionel.

"Boss, the gold shop is ready. Would you like to come check it out?" Lionel asked.

"Alright, I'm on my way," Noah replied before heading out of his house.

The morning sunlight glinted off the surface of his car as he drove toward the location of the new shop.

...

Arriving at the location, Noah saw Lionel, Leo, and Ryker standing in front of a sleek storefront. The shop sign gleamed in the sunlight, its bold lettering showcasing the name they had chosen.

"Golden Crown."

Noah parked his car and stepped out, his calm but commanding demeanour immediately noticeable. Seeing him approach, Lionel, Leo, and Ryker didn't wait and walked up to him.

"Boss," they said in unison, nodding respectfully.

Noah acknowledged their greeting with a slight nod, his gaze scanning the exterior of the shop before settling on Lionel. "Lead the way," he said in his usual calm tone.

Lionel nodded enthusiastically. "Alright, Boss. Follow me."

As they entered the gold shop, a faint scent of polished wood and metal filled the air. The interior was impeccably designed, with glass display cases lining the walls, showcasing a variety of golden accessories

. Necklaces, bracelets, and rings sparkled under soft overhead lighting. A few gold bars were displayed in a secure case at the centre, their weight and purity marked.

Lionel gestured toward the displays, his voice steady but filled with pride. "Boss, we bought a few of these necklaces and rings to start with, as placeholders. But our main stock is crafted from the gold bars you provided us."

Leo chimed in, "We've been following your instructions to the letter, Boss. We melted and shaped the gold bars into various designs. These pieces here,"—he gestured toward a tray of intricately designed rings—"are some of the first results."

Noah walked slowly along the display cases, his sharp eyes taking in every detail. He reached out and picked up a necklace, inspecting the intricate craftsmanship.

"The quality is good," Noah remarked, his tone neutral but the comment clearly a compliment.

Ryker stepped forward, adding, "We've also ensured the shop is secured with the best locks and cameras. Nobody's getting in or out without us knowing."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Noah nodded approvingly. "Good."

Lionel then pointed toward a separate section of the shop. "Over here, Boss. This is where we plan to display custom orders. Once the word gets out that we're offering personalized designs, we expect a lot of interest."

Noah's lips curled into a faint smile. "You've done well, all of you. The presentation is clean, the security is tight, and the product quality is excellent. This is a good start."

Ryker grinned at the praise. "Thank you, Boss. We'll keep pushing to make this the best shop in the area."

Noah nodded again, then added, "Make sure to keep a close eye on customer feedback and market demand. I want weekly reports on what's selling and what's not. Adjust the designs accordingly."

"Understood," Lionel replied firmly.

Before leaving, Noah turned to face them. "Remember, this shop isn't just about selling gold. It's about building trust and reputation. Do that, and the profits will come naturally."

Lionel nodded, his expression thoughtful as he absorbed Noah's words. "Understood, Boss."

"Alright then," Noah said, his gaze sweeping over Lionel, Leo, and Ryker. "Just make sure that this business is solely on the surface. No under-the-table transactions, no shady dealings. Understood?"

"Yes, Boss," Lionel replied with a firm nod, the others echoing his sentiment.

"Good," Noah said, his tone easing slightly. "You can open the shop whenever you feel ready. Just remember, the image we're building here is everything. Don't let anything compromise it."

The three men nodded again, their expressions resolute. Noah gave a small nod of approval, then turned and headed toward his car. The sleek vehicle purred to life as he slid into the driver's seat, his thoughts already shifting to his next destination: the Crown Veridian Hotel.

As Noah drove through the bustling streets, his mind wandered to the hotel. He owned 51% of its shares, a significant majority, but he still hadn't checked it out thoroughly.

Pulling up to the grand entrance of the Crown Veridian Hotel, Noah brought his car to a stop right at the main entrance. The hotel's manager, whom Noah already alerted was already waiting outside, his posture straight and his face a mask of professionalism.

Noah stepped out of his lykan hyper sport, the sound of the engine cutting off drawing the attention of guests nearby. The valet staff immediately stood at attention but made no move to direct Noah to a parking area or take his keys—the manager already told them. Noah parked confidently, his car gleaming under the sunlight, the picture of effortless power and authority.

Nearby, another car, an expensive sports model, pulled up behind Noah's vehicle. A man in a tailored suit got out, his expression smug as he handed his keys to the valet. The staff member hesitated, then spoke politely, "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't allow parking at the main entrance. You'll need to park in the designated area."

The man's face twisted in annoyance. "What? But he's parked right there," he said, gesturing toward Noah's car. His tone was sharp, drawing a few glances from passersby.

The valet, unfazed, responded calmly, "That's Mr. Noah Thompson, sir. He owns the Crown Veridian Hotel. When you own the hotel, you can park anywhere you like—even in the presidential suite if you so choose."

The man's mouth opened as if to argue, but no words came out.

His face flushed slightly as he processed the information, then shut his mouth with a frustrated huff. Grumbling under his breath, he got back into his car and drove off to find the designated parking area.

Several other guests who had been watching chuckled quietly at the exchange, clearly enjoying the man's discomfort.

Meanwhile, Noah walked up the grand staircase, his stride unhurried. The manager greeted him with a deep nod and a smile, "Good afternoon, Mr. Thompson. I deeply apologise for my behaviour at our first meet during that party."

Noah shook his hand in front of him in dismay. "Forget about it,"

"Thank you for your generosity, sir!" The manager responded with a grateful tone, he was worried that Noah would hold it against him and make trouble or even fire him.

The manager led Noah through the opulent corridors of the Crown Veridian Hotel, pointing out the latest renovations and areas of interest.

They stopped by the fine dining restaurant, which had just earned a prestigious award, and then the ballroom, where an event planner was preparing for an upscale gala.

Noah nodded occasionally, his expression calm but attentive, taking in everything as if he were mentally cataloguing the hotel's operations.

Eventually, the manager escorted Noah to his office, a spacious room with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a sweeping view of the city skyline.

The manager gestured toward a leather chair, and Noah sat down, resting one ankle on his knee as the manager settled into the chair opposite him.

"Mr. Thompson," the manager began, sliding a neatly bound report across the desk, "this document contains the current profit margins, operational costs, and forecasts for the next quarter. As you can see, the profit margin has increased by 15% since the renovation of our premium suites. The ballroom bookings have also contributed significantly."

Noah picked up the report and scanned it briefly, flipping through the pages with deliberate speed.

His sharp eyes landed on a few figures that seemed slightly off, but not suspiciously so. "The margins are decent, but I noticed the operational costs for housekeeping seem to have risen disproportionately. Why is that?"

The manager cleared his throat, his expression steady. "Ah, that's due to the increased demand for the premium suites.

Those rooms require more detailed maintenance and specialized cleaning services to maintain their appeal to high-profile clients. We've also added more staff to keep up with the workload."

Noah nodded, his face impassive. "Understood. And the forecast—do you believe it's realistic, or padded?"

"Realistic, sir," the manager replied confidently. "We've based it on consistent trends and upcoming bookings. With the gala season approaching, we expect an even higher influx of clientele."

Noah placed the report back on the desk and stood up, extending his hand. "Good work so far. Keep it up, and ensure those forecasts become reality."

The manager stood as well, reaching out to shake Noah's hand. As their hands clasped, Noah subtly activated his Memory Glance skill. Instantly, flashes of the manager's recent actions and conversations surged into Noah's mind.

He saw the manager overseeing the renovation project, negotiating with suppliers, and encouraging the staff to uphold the highest standards. There were moments of stress but no signs of deceit or hidden agendas. Everything aligned with what the manager had said.

As the memory flashes ceased, Noah released the handshake and offered a faint smile. "You're doing a fine job," he said, turning toward the door.

The manager, oblivious to what had just occurred, smiled warmly. "Thank you, Mr. Thompson. If there's anything else you need, please don't hesitate to ask."

Noah left the office, his mind processing the information he'd just gathered.

'He's honest. For now, I can trust him to handle things here,' Noah thought as he walked through the hotel lobby.