True Story: I Was Once So Poor…
… I Almost Sold Drugs!

Hey there Boss-man, it’s your cousin, Howard Shen here.

I’m a best selling author of the book, The Art and Science of Success.

best seller

Pretty cool, right? I mean, when you can say as seen on:

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… that’s always good for the resume. Wink.

But, whatever, I don’t wanna bore you so… back to the drug selling story…

It Was On A Cold Cold Hailing Night…
… The Wind Was Blowing Hard.

I remember this like it was yesterday.

I was down to my last few dollars in the ol’ bank account. Why? Because I’d failed miserably at my business.

I was desperate to make money FAST.

So I called my “friend” up and said, “I Need HELP!”

His reply: “Sure. Meet me at this fine restaurant in Rowland Heights, CA.”

Money, Girls, and Cars…

During the dinner, he told me he was making so much money, getting so many girls, living in this luxurious Bellagio penthouse suite, driving a Jaguar.

And a Mercedes.

And a Ferrari, to boot.

(No, not all at once, silly.)

OMG. This was like something I’d only seen in the movies before.

And he looked me in the eye and said:

“Howard, you can do the same. I promise you,
I can help you make at least $15k/mo in 3months.”

(Selling drugs is the answer… if you just asked, “How?”)

“What’s the risk?” I fired back.

He then makes a handcuffed gesture and says, “Two years in prison, worst case scenario…”

And immediately added, “But I’ve been doing this for years. I know the ropes. I won’t let that happened to you. Look at me, I’m still here talking to you, instead of being Bubba’s prison b@#ch!”

Laugh Out Loud!

He continued massaging this idea into my mind, elaborating on his evil drug dealing scheme.

Was I excited?


Did I need the money?

Damn straight.

Was I nervous?

F@#k yes.

We finished eating. Walked outta the restaurant together.

It was still hailing. Cold as all hell.

He offered me a cigarette (I don’t smoke by the way) and pointed at a peculiar house.

“Do you know what they are doing from where we stand?”

“No,” I said softly.

“Exactly,” he said confidently before lighting one up.

“That’s why I never get caught and neither will you. It’s totally low key. No one even knows it’s going on from a distance.”

He nudged me on the shoulder, before ending with, “Think about it.”

Then took off in his brand new Ferrari.

Confused about everything that just transpired, I walked to my old 2002 Camry. Got in. Drove home feeling sorry for myself.

See, as soon as I heard those two words — selling drugs — I just wanted to get the hell outta that restaurant.

The lifestyle my “friend” was living was sexy as hell.

But I’m no criminal.

I wanted to live like that, but not at the expense of breaking the law.

Still, as I flicked the loud-ass blinker on my beat up Camry… signaling my final turn on that fateful drive home… I pondered:

How The Hell Did I Get Here?

My ex had just kicked me to the curb.

(Couldn’t even afford to treat her to a decent date night. Can’t say I blamed her.)

Prospects were literally laughing in my face when I’d arrange a “pitch session” at the local Starbucks.

(Probably didn’t help that I was ordering a water. Couldn’t even afford a friggin’ coffee.)

… And damn, now I’d stooped to a new low.

Meeting weirdos to hear about becoming a rich drug smuggler? What the hell? Things needed to change.

Fast Forward Two Years…

After a ton of grinding, I stumbled upon a mentor.

Dude was doing over $40,000 per month.

All on the internet.

That’s right.

Check this out.

He was doing it all with one ugly lil blog. Dayum!

(Like the one you’re on now.)

To this day, I’m not sure why he decided to take me on. I suppose he saw my eagerness to learn and an all out passion to get UNSTUCK.

Oh, and the fact that I paid him big bucks… yeah, that probably swayed his decision to mentor me, too.

Wink, wink.

That brings us to present day. April 2014. And the rest, as they say…

… Is History.

I’m maxin’ and relaxin’. Living the good life in Taiwan. Working as much or as little as I want. On the internet.

I have complete control over my life and my business.

What’d he teach me, right?

You’re about to find out.

That’s the purpose of this website, silly.

Keep it locked to HowardShen.com and I promise I’ll be paying it forward.

There IS a better way.


Howard Shen