Fired? Screw It I'm RICH!
After being fired by Ascend Group with a paltry severance, top salesman Marcus Carter discovers thirty million credited to him due to the CEO’s nepotistic finance choices. Determined to return it, he faces suspicion and disbelief from a company convinced he’s running off with the money. What happens when honesty meets greed and pride?
Recommended for you
Jewelry Counter = Power Exchange
Watch how Ms. Wong handles the sales associate—not with demands, but with quiet dominance. She doesn’t ask; she *selects*. The black croc bag, the pearl earrings, the way she tucks the receipt like it’s a weapon. This isn’t shopping—it’s strategic asset reallocation. And yes, that call at the end? The sparkles weren’t CGI. They were *her rage*. 💎⚡
From Layoff to Law Firm: The 30-Million Pivot
One search query. One legal clause. One transfer receipt: +¥30,000,000. The arc is absurd, glorious, and weirdly plausible in 2024. Marcus goes from being waved off by security to sitting across from a top-tier attorney like he’s always belonged. Fired? Screw It I'm RICH!—and now he’s drafting counterclaims. 📱⚖️
The White Blazer Power Move
Ms. Wong’s white blazer isn’t just fashion—it’s armor. Every glance from the backseat screams control, even as chaos brews outside. That red lip? A silent warning. When she pulls out the phone mid-shopping spree, you know someone’s about to get *fired*. Screw it—I’m rich, indeed. 💅🔥
Security vs. The Tie Guy: A Comedy of Errors
Two guards with batons, one disheveled tie guy—this isn’t a standoff, it’s a sitcom setup. His panic-scrolling on the iPhone? Relatable. The moment he reads ‘Failure to Return Will Result in Legal Liability’? Pure cinematic dread. Yet somehow, he walks into a law firm like he owns the place. Fired? Screw It I'm RICH! 😅
The Desk Trap: When the Table Becomes a Mirror
That overhead shot of Marcus Carter staring into the desk’s hidden compartment? Genius visual metaphor. He’s literally trapped in his own reflection—confused, desperate, yet oddly composed. Mr. Smith watches, calm as ever. The tension isn’t in shouting; it’s in silence, in fingers hovering over a phone screen. Peak short-form storytelling.