We've given you a 40 cent raise, Peyton. Congratulations! I can still picture that exact moment when my boss said those exact words to me for the last time. It's easy to picture it was right over there, right? I just graduated from the University of Memphis and I was stuck in this dead-end retail job that I took as a temporary gig, you know, four years earlier. So I still haven't figured out how to replace that much needed income. At the time, my days looked pretty average. I would wake up at seven and the alarm clock told me it was time to go to work. I would hit snooze five or six times until I remembered, oh wait, I can't afford to quit yet. That's right. And then I would drag myself here around 8 a.m. to prep the store. Sure, I knew I could do so much better with my time and I never pictured myself turning into, you know, one of these typical nine-to-five drones, but the job was easy. You know, it was mindless too. The pay was normally good enough to get by. Honestly though, if you told me that I was 21 days away from earning more money than a neurosurgeon, working on my own schedule part-time from anywhere in the world, I wouldn't have been able to do that. I wouldn't have been able to do that. If I had been anywhere with the cell phone, I probably would have called you crazy. No, I definitely would have called you crazy. There I was, right in the store. It was past eight in the morning and I was folding shirts in this exact section next to the main entrance, right? My boss, his name was Hank. He shuffled his penguin-like frame right through the door. And like any other day, he was wearing these dirty khakis, dirty new balances. It looked like he had been breathing that recycled retail store air for the past 40 years or so. Gather around, you peppercorns. We've got a race to celebrate. I don't even know what a peppercorn is to this day. I didn't know back then. I don't know now. He continued, right? This guy's put in 1800 hours of hard work. He's gotten great customer reviews. I want y'all to follow his example. Peyton, congratulations. 40 cents. That's your raise. I cracked like this half smile, right? But I can't really remember. But what I do remember, I was looking around at my coworkers while they clapped. They all looked dead, like totally absent. Probably living in some far off land where they weren't trading their soul for $14 an hour. I got home that night feeling like I'd come out of a coma, like I'd finally come to after living on autopilots for months. I still remember lying awake. I was looking up at the ceiling fan above me and I thought to myself over and over, 40 cents. That's what I'm worth. That's what I've traded my life for over the past year. 40 cents. There's all the meaning. There's all the passion. It's all the adventure. I knew I couldn't go another day. I literally called in sick the next day because for the first time, probably ever, I was hungry. I wasn't going to scrape by on 40 cent raises anymore. No more watching my life slip by day by day. No more living on someone else's terms. I'd made a decision before the month was over. I was going to quit. I was going to quit the meaningless 95. I was going to start living on my terms. I decided I was going to take control of my future, of my potential. Guess what happened? Plot twist. It has nothing to do with anything you've probably heard about online. Drop shipping. It's a joke. You can forget about affiliate marketing. Online courses? No. Forget about it. Start an agency. It's garbage. Get into real team. It's garbage. I already knew those business models took forever to get moving. Since I started a job, the goal wasn't to add more work to my life. I needed to remove it. So instead of starting a business, I just learned one skill. That's all it took. One high demand skill that put me dead center in a booming $129 billion industry full of wealthy business owners. They would stuff my pockets with daily commission checks the size of my entire month's rent. I know it sounds absolutely insane. Within 21 days, I had earned more money than in the last six months. Working for Hank. Seriously. I did it all part-time. It was on my schedule. I didn't have to use anything but a phone. Nothing but a cell connection. It's crazy. I know. People call me crazy. But here's the cool part. All of that happened two years ago. Today, I teach this high demand skill to other people. They can rake in daily rent-sized commission checks just like me. Believe it or not, more than 1,621 of my students have replaced their entire nine-to-five income in as little as 21 days by following the exact steps that I want to show you. So go ahead. Click the link below this video. Break everything down for you step-by-step in this free 20-minute training video. I'll see you inside.