People often ask me, “What is the Peter Spann Net Worth?”. I rarely answer but I do know the first day I knew I was rich!
It was a late winter afternoon and I was sitting in my office when Leisl, who still worked with me, came into my office.
“What a day,” she said.
“I know what you mean.”
I had been swamped with the trivia of running a business and living a busy life.
“My friend Emma just called,” Leisl went on, “She’s in France. I wish I was with her.”
I stopped for a second and thought, “Why the heck not?”
Plans were hastily laid, passports gathered, and we found ourself in First Class on the way to Paris.
We picked up a Ferrari and drove down to the Cote d’Azyr.
I was truly excited at the prospect of driving such a beautiful car at high speed down the Auto-route and loved every minute of it.
Welcome to the Hotel Negressco
We checked in to the Hotel Negressco, which is a rather unique luxury hotel. The Beatles wrote “The Fool on the Hill” while residing there and a whole host of famous glamour pusses have stayed there.
But you can’t argue with the service, and the rooms are something to be seen.
And my wealthy friend had told me, “Even if you don’t like it, staying at the Negressco is one of those things you have to do to know that you have ‘made it’ – you know, the Peter Spann Net Worth achievement!”
The porters wear an elaborate woollen uniform which is quite amazing but must be ridiculously hot in summer and people line up to have their photos with the strapping young men who all seem to prefer doing this with the pretty young things in bikinis than actually carrying bags!
Leisl and I went on a shopping spree. We had only brought the clothes we were wearing and my Centurion card (this was one of those holidays where NO expense would be spared!).
For the first time in my life I went into the most expensive boutiques in the world and indulged myself and my beautiful friend without even asking the price. We could afford it and after working so hard for a decade, we deserved it!
I bought myself a lovely new Italian suit and her, a magnificent hand beaded designer dress.
We booked a courtyard table at the “La Terrasse de la Salle Empire” restaurant at the Hotel de Paris in Monte Carlo and got prepared for a big night.
I called for the porter to bring up the car.
It was a beautiful night.
The moon glistened on the water and the sounds of music and revelry drifted up from the streets.
We went downstairs to collect the car and I happened to stop and ask the Concierge where we should park.
Not a taxi 🙁
“Oh,” he said, in a rather condescending manner as only the French can muster, “There is no parking at the Casino for anybody but VIP’s. You would be better off getting a taxi.”
“I see,” I said, disappointed I wouldn’t be able to drive the beautiful Italian car on such and amazing night, “I guess we will tell the porter when the car gets here to take it back to the car park.”
“Yes, yes, no parking there – get a taxi,” he repeated just to make sure the silly tourists got the message.
Leisl and I went outside to wait for the car.
The night was so lovely that even this disappointment only spoiled my mood for a fraction of a second.
I could hear the Ferrari coming long before I could see it.
Car Park attendants in Australia have always driven my Ferrari with reverence (well at least while I was looking any way), but here in Europe they considered it an insult for anybody, parking attendants included, to drive such a special car in any way but with gusto (or that’s their excuse and they seem to be sticking to it), especially when the car is bearing Swiss number plates (a dead give away it is a rental).
The attendant swiftly got out of the car and opened the doors for us. I walked over to the car and stopped next to the open door, soaking in that glorious leather smell and searching in my wallet for the right sized note to give the attendant a tip while at the same time sending him with the car back to the car park.
It was taking me a bit of time to do the conversion and the attendant said,
“Sir is not taking the car?”
“No,” I replied, “I am not.”
“Why isn’t Sir taking the car?” the attendant asked with a look on his face somewhere between greatly concerned for my mental health and pure derision.
“Because the concierge said I would not be able to park it anywhere.”
“Aye yi yi yi,” said the attendant before launching off in the direction of the concierge desk shouting something in French that I could only assume, by the looks on the faces of the people walking past, was an obscenity.
Instantly the concierge came out with a very worried expression on his face and said,
“I am terribly sorry Sir, I can not believe how stupid I have been. Of COURSE they will park THIS car !!! This IS a VIP car, Sir.”
And he held the door open for my beautiful friend.
I gave the attendant a very big tip!
I had never driven to Monte Carlo before and we were worried that we would not be able to find the Casino when we got there (not that the town is all that big, but we were in a foreign country and all), so when I pulled up alongside a BMW 5 series, I asked the driver for directions.
“We are going there now,” he said in a weird accent I couldn’t place, just follow me. And I did.
The big black BMW turned a corner and there it was…
The Grand Casino Monaco. A magnificent 18th century sandstone building that they charge you to get in – to keep out the riff raff.
Would the Peter Spann Net Worth hold up?
The square in front of the Casino was obviously very crowded, full of people taking photographs of the rich, famous and beautiful. And the guys ogling the magnificent line up of parked cars. Rolls Royce’s, Ferraris, Porsches, Lamborghinis and other assorted exclusive and exotic marques.
The last time I had been here was in the middle of winter, it had been pouring rain and the crowds had obviously stayed away, but even still I added up more than $10 million worth of cars in that car park. Tonight I guessed there would be over $50 million!
We inched along towards the square in front of the Casino when the BMW was stopped by white gloved police.
A spirited conversation was being had in front but the Police man waved the BMW away.
Where are we going to park this???
“Goodness,” I remarked to Leisl, “The car park must be full, now where are we going to park this?”
I now know that Monaco is the most heavily policed sate in the world with surveillance cameras covering every square centimetre. Crime is virtually non-existent and I could have parked the Ferrari anywhere and it would have been safe, but I didn’t know that then and I was genuinely concerned for its wellbeing.
We pulled up to the Police man to ask directions, but he just waved us through. Two immaculately dressed attendants rushed to open our doors and we were in.
All of a sudden it dawned on me what the concierge of the hotel was saying. Even a BMW wasn’t good enough for this car park – Ferrari was entry level!
As Leisl and I stepped out of the car, light bulbs flashed and I truly felt like a movie star. They were probably photographing my 6ft blond former model beautiful friend and the car, but that didn’t stop me basking in the glow.
I asked the attendant to take a photo of my friend and I in a glamour puss outfits and in front of the Casino and car and this is what he took…
It ended up being quite famous. It was published in my book which sold some 700,000+ copies worldwide and I showed it in every seminar I ever presented and I know 350,000+ people have seen me present in my 25 year career.
A parking slip was thrust into my hand and my Ferrari was whisked off to be with its friends that it hadn’t seen since they had been in the factory together. It was sure going to be happy here.
Leisl and I went into the Hotel de Paris and sat at our table as people still took photographs of those of us there. I could tell that the people around us were quite used to it and my beautiful friend recognised a number of famous people dining with us.
She chose the Caviar, and I chose the Lobster.
The night was delightful when all of a sudden Leisl said,
“Oh Peter Spann, you’re rich!”
“What?” I said thinking it was rather gauche of her to point this out in such fine company.
“You’re rich! This is what we had said we would do when we were rich. Remember, back in your condemned house when you were working at the supermarket, just after you came back from your first meeting with your wealthy friend. This is what we had said we would do when we were rich!”
And she was right. The Peter Spann Net Worth held up to the highest scrutiny.
We were at the Grand Casino in Monte Carlo, the most exclusive city in the world.
We had arrived in a Ferrari.
And my beautiful friend was indeed wearing a $10,000 Dolce & Gabanna dress.
I was rich, and I had the photo to prove it!
Taken from “Wealth Magic – From Broke to Multimillionaire in just 7 Years“, by Peter Spann, published by Harper Collins
Written by Peter Spann
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