At any rate, I am convinced
that He [God] does not play
dice.
--Albert Einstein
that He [God] does not play
dice.
--Albert Einstein
Y.N. Vurce Publishing
My Friend Yu - The Prosperity Mentor
Chapter 2: The car, the woman, and the billionaire…
Yu just sat there for a moment. He looked me straight in the eye and started to move his lips, but
suddenly something happened that made both of us lose our trains of thought. Through the restaurant
window we saw a car drive into the parking lot. It wasn’t just any car; it was a 2007 Jaguar Super V-8,
the top of line model from the Jaguar Company. The Jaguar Super V-8 combines the features of the XJ
series with the amenities of the Vanden Plas class of Jaguars. MSRP: about $95,000.00 USD! It was
British Racing Green, almost Teal in color, with dark, barely legal, tinted windows. I couldn’t believe it!
This was the car of my dreams! Both Yu and I peered out the window, mesmerized by the car’s beauty.
I was the first to snap out of the Jaguar’s spell. Half laughing and half talking I said, “That, my friend
would be one of the symbols of my success – when I become rich, that is. Maybe we could get the
company to hire both of us and become filthy rich?” Yu smiled and just continued to look at the Jaguar
as it was backing into a parking space. I guess he was still under its magic spell. After the car was
parked, he said, “Hey, J.C. I bet some hot looking babe is the driver.”
“No way,” I said. “Some fat, ugly, over-the hill rich guy, trying to solve his middle age crisis, would be
my guess.”
“Bet you 20 Baht (about 45 cents). That car is always accompanied by a hot babe,” Yu said confidently.
“Okay, I’ll take that wager, Sir.” Then we shook hands on the bet.
Sure enough, an ultra-sexy Thai woman stepped from the driver’s side of the Jaguar. She had to be
Thai.
Being an avid observer of the female species, I knew that most refined Thai women were fair-skinned,
hour-glass slim, full, and firm everywhere else.
Other Asian women, Filipinas for instance, had shorter torsos, usually buxom, deliciously bigger in the
glute area, and darker. This is probably due to the three-hundred and thirty-three years of Spanish
influence on the Filipino gene pool. Asian women? Personally, I admire them all.
I could almost smell the pheromones that she was surely emitting toward anything male in a fifty-mile
radius! This regal woman was so hypnotizing that I almost forgot that I lost the bet. Without losing
eyeshot of the woman, I took out a 20 Baht note and gave it to Yu. Jeez! This woman Jaguar driver
was absolutely gorgeous! She was petite, about 5’ 3”, maybe 35-40 kilos, and could have been between
20 to 35 years old. You could easily misjudge how old Asian women, especially well taken care of Asian
women, actually were.
She had her shiny, jet black hair neatly pinned up business-style.
She carried herself like she’d attended some wealthy finishing school. Runway models couldn’t hold a
candle to the way this woman moved; no, “glided” over the pavement.
She wore a thigh-high beige skirt, white silk blouse, and a matching gold and white pump/purse
ensemble. The pearl ear rings and necklace complimented her elegance. Her light pink sunglasses
couldn’t hide her bright, riveting, exotic eyes. Her lipstick was in the same shade as her sunglasses.
Yes, this sure was a sexy, classy lady. Surprisingly, she didn’t wear a perpetual pout like most rich
women. In fact, she smiled a smile that could easily eat the world in one bite. My thoughts were
simply: SHE’S MY TYPE! She made a beeline to the Hotel entrance and, in accordance with my secret
wishes, remained within my line of sight. As she sat on the couch in the lobby waiting area, I thought
“Great, now I can ogle, I mean observe, her legs and let the fantasies roll in!” When I came back to
Earth, I figured that she was probably going to meet her well-to-do Thai or Foreign boyfriend or husband
soon – whoever that lucky bastard was.
Turning back to Yu, I said, “Sorry man. That Jag and sexy woman put me into sensory overload!
Anyway, good call on that bet. It’s 10:30AM. Looks like a bus stop for both of us. I’m gonna follow
up on this job later. If you’re not doing anything, you want to grab a bite to eat? I’d like to know more
about this Mr. Vurce. He sounds pretty cool.”
Yu was still holding the 20 Baht I had given him for losing the bet in his left hand. He held up his right
hand to gesture “excuse me or wait a minute, please,” lowered it, and then unclipped his mobile phone
from his belt phone holster.
He took a couple steps away to speak privately into his phone for about 10 seconds; put his mobile phone
back into its holster, and handed the 20 Baht bill back to me.
Yu could tell by the look on my face that I had no idea what was going on. With a sly grin, he said,
“You’re probably wondering why I’m giving the money back to you. You see, I didn’t really win the bet
fairly. I know who the real owner of that Jag is. Just wait a second; it’ll all be clear in a few
moments. Oh yeah, if the offer is still good, yes, I’d like to get some chow with you soon. I’ll tell you
whatever I know about Mr. Vurce over lunch, O.K.?”
“Sounds like a plan, my man,” I said. “But I’m dying to know why you gave me the money back. Have
you seen that Jaguar before? Do you know that stunning Thai woman? What? What?” He had me on a
hook, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to know!Yu just held up his hand again; still smiling that
mischievous grin. A moment later, he pointed over my shoulder. There she was! Standing right behind
me was the Jaguar-driving, mesmerizing, sexy Thai woman. I almost knocked over my chair trying to
stand up and turn around to greet her. Now I was TOTALLY confused.
She said something, but I was still in too much shock to hear her. I just stood there with an idiotic look
on my face.
You know, the “I can’t believe what’s happening” expression people get when it seems like reality is
rapidly warping around them. She moved her lips again. This time I heard her. “Hello, my name is Kai.
Nice to meet you, J.C.,” she said – in English, British English.
I watched and listened like a disembodied spirit as Kai gave Yu a peck on the cheek. Switching from
Thai and English, she said, “Tii rak, sabai dii mai? Kittueng yu khun! (Darling, How are you, I missed
you!). See? I didn’t wreck your little green baby. I know how much that Jag means to you,
sweetheart. I drove extra carefully this morning just for you, Darling – mmwah! (another kiss, this one
on the lips). My Beamer will be out of the shop by this afternoon.”
She looked at me and flashed a perfect smile. Still keeping her gaze on me, she spoke to Yu again,
saying, “I see you’ve made a new friend this morning. Am I right?” Without waiting for an answer, she
spoke to me now. “J.C., Yu is a private sort of guy. If he spent all this time with you this morning, I’m
sure he likes you. Anyway, it was very nice to meet you. I bet we’ll be seeing you a lot in the future.”
And with that she handed Yu the car keys, kissed him again, and left the restaurant. I saw her disappear
into the hotel elevator; realizing only then that my pulse was racing, my fingers were tingling, and it was
getting awfully hot in the restaurant! I felt humiliated, furious, and ironically – totally stoked (California-
speak for very, very excited)!
Sensing all my confusion, Yu waved his hand in front of my face. “Snap out of it, Dude! I can explain
everything. I think you’re feeling pretty weirded-out now, huh? No, you’re not in the Twilight Zone; and
no, you’re not in some real-life Stephen King novel. I am Y.N. Vurce. That green Jaguar is mine. And
Kai, that intelligent, hot babe you just met? ...is my girlfriend. She went upstairs to freshen up and
change. She’ll be joining us later.
All the things I told you about Mr. Vurce, ah, I mean me are true. Whatever else you want to know can
be discussed over lunch, O.K.?” he said, still wearing that boyish grin – Yu’s personal trademark; a grin
that I was slowly getting used to …and enjoying.
While Yu pocketed the car keys, I could see and hear the gold Jaguar emblem clinking against the keys
on his key chain. Damn, I thought, I guess this guy might actually be the real deal – a self-made
billionaire. As if reading my thoughts, Yu handed me his business card. It was British Racing Green and
in gold type were the words “Y.N. Vurce, Owner, Vurce Global Enterprises, Inc.” At the bottom of the
card, in a smaller size type, were locations of international offices situated in every major city around the
world, website address, and phone numbers.
“Check it out if you want, J.C. In your place, I probably would too. Or we can relax and pick up where
we left off until we were so rudely interrupted by my car and my girlfriend,” he said, chuckling a bit.
Naturally, I had my suspicions.
I decided to pocket the card and make a verification call whenever I went to the men’s room.
Meanwhile, if Yu was who he said he was, I didn’t want to piss him off for no reason. I could learn a
lot from him; especially on the subject of making money and getting filthy rich! But somehow, even
though I’d never met a billionaire in person before, Yu didn’t seem to fit the mold. You know the
stereotypes: hard driving, workaholic types, who forgot how to have fun; or the other extreme, weird
eccentric, agoraphobic types who never saw the light of day “a la Howard Hughes;” or lastly, the
hedonistic do-anything-anytime type who would jet around the world to eat breakfast at his favorite
European bistro or sidewalk café.
YU shattered all the preconceptions I had had about ultra-rich people. Mainly, it was his easygoing
demeanor that struck me as so “unbillionaire-like.” He was funny, intelligent, and well, genuinely
“genuine” - no pretenses and easy to talk to.
I could understand the privacy thing. He probably couldn’t travel so freely if everyone knew who he
really was – a billionaire, a member of the very elite group of people possessing extreme wealth; global
financial nobility.
Yu motioned to the waiter and speaking in fluent Thai he asked for three lunch menus. Then he turned to
me and said, “O.K., what do you want to talk about, my friend? Who knows when Kai will come down
to join us? I guesstimate another hour or so.”
After the waiter filled our water glasses, the chef, hotel manager, and each of the staff respectfully
welcomed Yu and introduced themselves with the traditional “wai” (Thai way of greeting by putting the
hands together in front of the face and slightly nodding the head).
“Oh well, the cat is out of the bag. I guess the receptionist talked to Kai, recognized her, and put two
and two together,” Yu said with a tinge of irritation in his voice. “Excuse me for a moment, J.C. I want
to make sure we aren’t disturbed for as long as possible.” Then Yu got up and talked with the hotel
manager. Just by observing everyone’s body language, Yu commanded a lot of respect around this posh
place. The more I saw how the staff treated me after they knew I was with YU, the more I believed
that, yes, I’m in the presence of a bona fide rich, very rich man. When Yu returned, he simply said, “J.
C., the manager could only guarantee our anonymity through lunchtime. The maids, waitresses, and
waiters tend to gossip a bit. I think both of us cherish privacy, huh? Doing what you did in the military,
I bet it was hard to have time to yourself alone.” How did Yu know I was in the military? Was it a
lucky guess? What else does he know about me?
“Don’t be shocked, J.C. I investigate every serious applicant for my businesses. As you would guess, I
have a lot of resources at my disposal.”
Then he spoke in a monotone, newscaster style voice as he chronicled my life with astonishing detail.
He recited my date and place of birth, past and current addresses, civilian jobs, education, hobbies,
family, children, ex-wife’s names, and military career - even the stuff that wasn’t supposed to be
officially documented! Not only was Yu a quiet billionaire, he was obviously a “genius in disguise” too.
Yu’s voice returned to his normal teasing tone when he said, “Now, do you want me to list your favorite
food and sexual positions; or just your favorite food during sex?”
Yu’s sense of humor is almost as warped as mine!, I thought. It was difficult to keep reminding myself
that I was supposed to be applying for a job from this man. And the events of the morning had my head
swirling with questions.
Outwardly, I was barely maintaining a professional demeanor. But inside I was bursting with curiosity
and envy. What was his story? What were his “secrets of success?” What, if any, “Golden Formulas or
Billionaire Lessons” could I get from him? How could this man – a man who looked at least five years
younger than myself - get so rich, do so much, and most importantly, know so much about me? He
knew things about me that only a handful of people were privy to. I was determined to get some
answers!
“Jeez, Yu! You know so much about me and I know almost nothing about you, Yu,” I whined. Then in
mocking deference and with the worst British accent I could mimic, I said, “Ah Mr. Vurce, Sir, to
assuage my angst, might I inquire about your biographical background?”
“Of course, my good man, you may fire when ready, Grizzly!” Yu replied – in the same mocking and
awful British tone.
My list of questions was a mile long and our time might be short; so I tried to prioritize. “I’m not sure
where to start; or even how to address you now,” I said with a long exhale.
Yu broke in and said, “Call me Yu. I would be disappointed if knowing I was a billionaire affected you
that way.”
Speaking at the speed of an auctioneer, I said, “Okay Yu. First off, tell me about your life before
becoming a billionaire. Then I want to know how you became so wealthy. And since you have a
dossier that surpasses any FBI file on me, do you think I have what it takes to be a billionaire someday
too?”
Yu had a serious look on his face.
Looking straight into my eyes (and into my soul), he started speaking. “J.C., it was polite of you to list
your questions in reverse priority; especially since you know that we have what one, maybe two, hours
max to talk? Be honest. Isn’t finding out if you have what it takes to be a billionaire and how to become
rich your two top questions?” I nodded sheepishly. Then he continued on. “Being honest with yourself
is important. You need to know EXACLTY what you want. And yes, you have what it takes. But,
when you said “…be a billionaire someday,” I must point out that the statement is seriously WRONG. It’
s WRONG language to be spoken out loud for the world to hear; and more importantly, absolutely
WRONG to say to yourself. That “Someday” will never come. Why not Now? “Being” and “Knowing,”
not rationalizing, but really feeling in your body and soul without a doubt – CERTAIN - at this moment is
the key. It is the key that opens all the imaginary locked doors in your mind. After you hear the rest,
you’ll know why.
You see there’s a Science of Getting Rich. Just like 2 + 2 = 4, adding the elements within the Science of
Getting Rich always, and I mean always, leads to riches.
Understand this science and you will possess all the knowledge you need to get anything you want in
life. If you follow and obey the rules of this science, you will manifest all the riches you desire. The
Science of Getting Rich includes a discussion of what everything is made of. This knowledge is
necessary to fully accept the recommendations in the Science of Getting Rich, because it explains why
the Science of Getting Rich never fails to deliver its promise of abundant wealth.
The composition of the universe can best be explained by delving into the subject of quantum physics.
In the interest of time I will give you the “short course;” not a long, drawn out, and complicated
explanation of it. I will tell you all you need to know about quantum physics to get rich (which is just the
basics). Besides, I’m still a mere novice fan of this complex and fascinating subject myself. You may
want to explore that later, but I want to teach you how to be rich first. It’s important to me. In fact, I
believe it’s why I’m here on Earth. Imparting this knowledge to people who are “ready” for it is what I
live for. You see, many people are not, or will never be, ready for the message I’m offering. Contrary
to popular belief, the more people who get wealthy, the more abundance manifests. All I ask is that you
save your questions until I’m done. Write them down somewhere and ask me afterwards, okay?”
I was ecstatic. I returned Yu’s stare with a glare of my own and said, “Believe me, I’m all ears. Is it
alright if I turn on my mobile phone voice recorder?”
Yu nodded yes. He had a different kind of smile on his face; not at all mischievous in nature, but almost
angelic this time. His eyes were glowing with excitement.
It was as though his whole body was radiating positive energy. His posture, mannerisms, and speech
were vibrant, fully animated with joy – true happiness and sincere gratitude personified. I switched on
the voice recorder function of my mobile phone as Yu began to speak.
“What I am about to teach you will take you on an enlightening and exciting journey into yourself, me,
everyone, and everything. Relax and digest as much as you can during this first exposure. Keep an open
mind. Accept what I have to say as fact. It can easily be verified with even the most cursory
investigation into quantum physics. The things I will teach you are true and have been proven through
the ages. The concepts and recommendations are pure, systematic, and sound.”
Instinctively, I switched into training mode. That meant I had to first clear my mind. I knew that
emptying my mind was necessary to make room for as much new learning as possible. This is from the
Eastern philosophy of “emptying your cup before attempting to drink someone else’s tea.” Nature abhors
a vacuum, so anyone can easily accelerate learning by first ensuring that the mind is open and ready to
receive. I’d done this so many times in the past that within seconds I was ready to fill my mind with
whatever Yu was about to say.
Motivation to learn was not a problem. I treated all information presented during training sessions as the
most important information in my life. Literally, it could mean the difference between life and death;
mission success and mission failure. Today’s information was no different. In this case, I knew that my
personal and financial survival could depend on it.
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
To order "My Friend Yu - The Prosperity Mentor," simply click the "BUY NOW" button (below) for secure payment processing. Your eBook is immediately delivered within minutes of purchase - 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. |
To order "My Friend Yu - The Prosperity Mentor," simply click the "BUY NOW" button (below) for secure payment processing. Your eBook is immediately delivered within minutes of purchase - 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. |
| "Premium Digital Delivery" E-junkie.com:Secure, Fast, and Reliable. |
| To order "My Friend Yu - The Prosperity Mentor," simply click the "BUY NOW" button (below) for secure payment processing. Your eBook is immediately delivered within minutes of purchase - 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. |
| © 2007 Carl Pantejo / Y.N. Vurce Publishing - All Rights Reserved Unauthorized duplication or distribution is strictly prohibited. |