By the third day, Ray had cleverly figured out a way to print more notes nightly and yet still catch up on his sleep. He would leave the printer on for the night to print one side, and then flip every sheet over the next night to print the other side.
It worked perfectly well. All he needed to do was sleep a little later than his wife, and wake up before her to hide the printed notes.
Using this method, he was able to print 450 over 2 nights (his printer could only fit in 1 ream of paper at a time). That worked out to RM225 per night, which was RM59 better than the first night he did it manually.
All while maintaining a relatively healthy schedule of sleeping at 2am and waking up at 6.30am (his wife slept at 12am and usually woke up 7-ish). He needed to stay up late, as it took a fair bit of time to cut the printed notes. However, cutting was needed only on alternate nights. Otherwise, all he only had to load in the paper and clock in to bed at 12.30am.
After a month of madness, he sat down bleary-eyed to count his earnings.
MONTH 1 RESULTS
Spent (Printer ink, paper): RM320
"Six thousand and three hundred!" Ray could hardly contain himself. "That's even more than what I make!"
He kept counting again to make sure. Ah, the sweet, sweet smell of accomplishment. And money.
Now, he had to plan ahead. This golden goose needed to work overtime.
"Another printer? What on earth for?" Ray's wife was in a fit upon seeing a brand-new printer beside their old one.
"I told you I need it. Anyway, I paid for it myself okay?"
"Are you mad or something? I've never even seen you use it. And now you buy a second one!"
He pretended not to hear her.
"You're hopeless with money."
He couldn't let petty squabbles get into his head. He was already setting his sights on a cutting machine.
Soon another month passed.
"Yes!" Ray put his pen down on the final amount.
MONTH 2 RESULTS
Spent (Printer, printer ink, cutting machine, paper): RM2040
"Well, who's hopeless with money now, huh?" he mocked his wife in his head.
Speaking of which, he hadn't spoken to her in over a week. Not out of choice, but necessity. At the same time, his boss had issued him two warning letters for being late to work. Social life was also pretty much a thing of the past.
But none of it mattered, for he was RICH! Legitimately filthy rich.
And there was going to be more from where it came from.
To be continued.