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Ie-te dom'le c-a räspuns! :w00t:
Zice:
Dear Friend,
Thanks for your mail.
I contacted you when we received information from our bank
that if a beneficiary is not presented for the claim of this
inheritance, it will have to be forfeited to the government.
You happen to share the same last name with the deceased
Engineer Newman Columbeanu, and as such, it will be easy for
us to process the legal documents through the Probate Office
in your name as the beneficiary to the deceased account owner.
I do not know if you are related or not but if you are
interested in assisting me, I assure you that every process
and procedure shall be legally and legitimately observed and
followed so that we don't breach any of our local laws on
inheritance.
I intend that as soon as this inheritance is paid, I shall
come over to your country and share the funds so transferred
into two equal parts among ourselves for our mutual benefit
unless you can prove that he really related to you in which
case I shall seek just a commission for assisting you process
the claim.
Now, for us to start the legal processes, I need you to send
me
1.Your home or office
address........................................... .....
2.Your phone and fax
numbers........................................... ......
With my position in the bank and with the position of my
colleagues too, we are sure to have this transaction concluded
in a very short while.
My telephone number +234-8035774444.
I' m waiting to hear from you.
Respectfully,
Dr Ibrahim Sanni.
Zic:
Dear Ibrahim!
I'm so happy to hear from you again!
So, my dear uncle, Marin Newman Columbeanu, had such a fortune stashed in his bank account? Hehehe, what a funny crook he was, as always! Imagine, when I visited him and Aunt Veta, last summer, in Nigeria, they told me they were so poor they were living in a pigmy hut, and eating raw mayasaura eggs! They didn't even pay for my trip, I had to sell my shuba, kimir and opinci, to buy a trotinette and travel there! And in all that time, he had more than one million dollars in the bank? Amazing!
I'm not surprised he didn't tell the bank executive he has a living relative - me - all his life he was full of secrets! But, indeed, I'm his dear and beloved nephew, and his legal inheritor! So, wait for me, I'll be there tomorrow at sunrise! Thank God I didn't sell my trotinette!
As soon as I reach Nigeria, I'll call you.
Your loyal
Pitbull Newman
(Va urma...?)
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