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So, I go for a walk around my area of St. Petersburg. The weather is good, the sun, there is no wind, the present Indian summer. By the way, I made this weather for myself (good). I’m going slowly, remember the check for 300 million dollars, which lies in the desk. The head is raised, the shoulders are straightened, the face is kind and disposable (I hope). I have nowhere to hurry, I go, I enjoy life.

Cars are passing by on the street. At the wheel of the most expensive brands are sitting young beautiful people, they are smiling, talking on the phone, talking to fellow travelers. They have, just like me, painted on the face the joy of life. This is our password, the password of millionaires. People who have gloomy faces, dressed for the most part not in the most expensive clothes, they are concentrated, somewhere in a hurry. They probably think that by their concentration, persistent work, perseverance, they will succeed, they will earn themselves for something there…

Doing hard work, showing persistence, overcoming obstacles, people go against the laws of nature. After all, in nature everything happens without tension, naturally, with love. Therefore, nature favors happy, smiling people, giving them expensive cars, good friends, beautiful girls (boys) and everything else.

At the crossroads is a young girl and when cars stop in front of a traffic light, she walks along them and some drivers are stretching out some sheets of paper in an open window. Here the cars went, the girl comes to the sidewalk. Now, when cars are coming, she peers into the faces of passers-by. Here she comes to me and holds out a leaflet. Pedestrians pass by, of different ages, sexes, and other varieties. But she came to me. A half-naked young girl is drawn on a leaf and says: “The most beautiful girls are only for gentlemen.” So, I already went for the master. The method works.

THE METHOD WORKS!