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Indian Boy Hemant Lochav Becomes Multi-millionaire At The Age 20

With a net worth of $22 million (Rs 156 crore) Hemant Lochav has been declared the India's youngest Multi-millionaire.While most children spend their free time playing, and hanging out with friends this 20-year-old boy was negotiating property deals on his phone.






Hemant owns an online estate agency business Name NevertonY which was valued at $22 million within a year. His business offers to sell properties at a fraction of the price charged by established estate agents. 
He aims to put conventional estate agents out of business as they charge an extremely high commission to sell property.He charges 9k for the same work.



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