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Rich Man's Mail Problem
00:04:31
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| You know what's cool about being rich? | |
| you Nobody can send me mail. | |
| When I was broke, I hated mail. | |
| When I was the most poor, I'm talking about when I had debt, I was in debt, I hadn't paid my court fines, when I was really in trouble, 10 or 11 years ago, completely flat broke, rent's not paid, broke! | |
| I hated the mail. | |
| Every time it would be mailman morning, When I got a stack, that's a stack of letters talking about, you should have been here. | |
| You should have paid this. | |
| Now it's more. | |
| Fuck. | |
| You owe me more money now. | |
| I have never once opened a piece of mail and it was like, hi, Andrew, here's money. | |
| Never. | |
| It's always, hi, Andrew, give me money. | |
| All the time. | |
| When I was broke, I thought, if I ever get rich, I'm going to make sure nobody can send me mail. | |
| I don't want it. | |
| I've never had anything good come in the mail. | |
| It's always a court date. | |
| You killed this guy. | |
| You drove it 200 miles an hour down the fucking highway. | |
| You owe me this much because of whatever. | |
| It's bullshit. | |
| net worth of $25 million. | |
| If I had a place people could send me mail, people would still be sending me pieces of paper saying, I owe them shit. | |
| Or I have to be somewhere. | |
| Ooh, I sped in Austria. | |
| Tristan, we were in Austria last month. | |
| Were we speeding? | |
| Yes. | |
| Woo! | |
| ♪ She stops patrolling, patrolling ♪ ♪ Let it unstop me and I get longer ♪ ♪ They won't let me out, they won't let me out ♪ Has anyone talked to me about it since? | |
| No. | |
| Why? | |
| Because you can't send me mail. | |
| If I had a mailbox, there'd be some Austrian letter. | |
| Some bullshit German. | |
| Some bullshit. | |
| Maybe I'm supposed to... Maybe I'm a wanted fugitive in Austria. | |
| Who the fuck knows? | |
| Who the fuck cares? | |
| Maybe I'm supposed to be in court today. | |
| But no, I'm not there. | |
| Do you know why? | |
| If I get rich, I'm not going to let anyone send me mail. | |
| And by coincidence, I now live in Romania, which is a terrible postal system anyway. | |
| And I have a bunch of properties no one knows their addresses and where to send them to. | |
| And now nobody can really send me mail. | |
| You can't really send me mail. | |
| Even the way my cars are registered and set up, you're going to end up looking up the number plate, looking up where it's registered to some limited company. | |
| You're going to end up sending a letter to Sorry, Austrians. | |
| Sorry. | |
| No one's opening your crap. | |
| Mail's trash. | |
| And only broke people receive it. | |
| Because as a rich man, I ain't got to receive your mail. | |
| If you really want to talk to me, and it's that important, you'll find a way. | |
| But I'll tell you what. | |
| Get me a piece of paper and write, and give me money on it. | |
| And give me... Andrew Tate. | |
| Give us money. | |
| Look on the computer. | |
| Here's his address. | |
| Give this to Andrew. | |
| And then, a few days later, you actually receiving money? | |
| If I actually paid them? | |
| That would make me a loser. | |
| Don't you see that's how the world works? | |
| You're a loser. | |
| Someone out there goes, hmm, Joe Schmo. | |
| Fuck Joe Schmo. | |
| He was enjoying his nice car on a nice road. | |
| Fuck it. | |
| Joe Schmo, no fun allowed in the world. | |
| Pay me this now. | |
| Look on the computer of peons, the peon database. | |
| Oh, Joe Schmoe. | |
| Joe Schmoe, 1-2-3, Dork Road. | |
| Sends it. | |
| Two days later, Joe Schmoe. | |
| Ring, ring. | |
| Hello? | |
| Hi, it's Joe Schmoe. | |
| Let me just find my credit card. | |
| Let me find the numbers. | |
| 1-2-8. | |
| And you pay him! | |
| And they're like, haha, tick off. | |
| Joe Schmoe, that dork. | |
| He gave us the money, but he had fun. | |
| Haha. | |
| You're a loser! | |
| With me, it's... Andrew Tate. | |
| He's enjoying his life. | |
| He's broken every single rule. | |
| Andrew Tate. | |
| Andrew Tate. | |
| Okay, let's just send the letter to all 25 of them. | |
| Except... Wait by the phone. | |
| No call. | |
| No money. | |
| Shit! | |
| Okay, we'll send it again! | |
| Send. | |
| Wait by the phone. | |
| No call. | |
| No money. | |
| Ha! | |
| Let's put up the price and let's threaten! | |
| We're gonna really put paylifts and recover our assets! | |
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Threatening Letters Won't Work
00:03:34
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| Send! | |
| Do you understand where I'm getting at? | |
| That fucking little bitch behind that desk can send letters for the next 200 fucking years! | |
| You ain't gonna take my stuff! | |
| I'm not gonna open your fucking letters! | |
| Fuck you and fuck the mail. | |
| I'm sorry. | |
| Learn at the feet of our master and commander Andrew Tate and Tristan and these other mailmen who are absolutely crushing our life. | |
| That is the best. The best. That is the exact place you need to be. | |
| The World War gave you the perfect opportunity. | |
| I don't think you find a network like this anywhere else. | |
| And if you find it, it won't be that easy to join. | |
| you You only live once. | |
| You only really have one life and you deserve, you owe it to yourself. | |
| the best place to do that. | |
| And then I see an app message back, someone messaged me, it was Andrew. | |
| I was like, holy cow, he's like... | |
| I remember he said, this proves you can make money doing anything. | |
| And I was like, okay. | |
| If somebody isn't part of it, the world is. | |
| If somebody isn't part of it, the world is. | |
| What I would say to them is that the people who are on the inside are more knowledgeable, more well connected, and more successful in their life. | |
| And I was looking for brothers that I could relate with and make tons of money. | |
| That was really it. | |
| What I would say to them is that the people who are on the inside are more knowledgeable, what Andrew and Tristan are doing. | |
| And it made me hungry. | |
| It made me want to live. | |
| This is a War Room experience. | |
| This is how it works. | |
| You cannot find a man of this caliber anywhere else in the world except in the War Room. | |