I Breathe Euro

Jack woke up after an uninterrupted eight-hour sleep. It was six in the evening, and as he stood completely naked in his hotel room, gazing out through the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, he marveled at the bustling metropolis below.

Jack then wore the pajamas that were complimentary with his room and went to the gym. The gym in the hotel was very good. There was an instructor who was giving Jack some tips and wanted Jack to hire him as his personal coach. Jack did hire him, as he was only taking $20K a year.

After Jack hired him, the coach suddenly became more enthusiastic; he trained Jack for 4 straight hours.

Jack was sweating bullets as he was holding up 400 kg weights with one hand.

The coach was flabbergasted as he wanted Jack to enter many competitions, but Jack refused politely and came back to his room.

The pajamas were torn here and there as Jack used half of his strength in the gym today.

After taking a shower, Jack wore his suit and ordered food from the Hotel Tab.

The food he ordered was a typical New York pizza, as it was a famous item and Jack needed something heavy to eat.

The huge pizza came just in 12 minutes. Jack was impressed with the hotel, as he has now a lot of used cash he wanted to invest in something like buying a building just beside The Crown Building.

Crown Building alone was producing 68 million a year for him, so if he bought another building with his 2.5 billion € left over, that would be great.

As he was eating his pizza, Jack suddenly remembered he hadn't checked today's Random Shop.

[Random Shop: Aston Martin DB5 James Bond Edition = 100,000€ | 12.32.23]

Seeing the car, Jack simply shrugged his shoulders and made the purchase. A stunning Silver Birch-colored Aston Martin DB5 card now rested in the palm of Jack's hand, its beauty undeniable.

Jack put it inside his pocket, and seeing the nightlife was full of fun in the US, Jack also wanted to go to a party.

Jack took off his formal suit and wore some T-shirt with a jacket made by Heinrich's aunt.

As he was leaving the hotel without any butler, he felt someone was following him; looking back, Jack saw it was a security guard from the hotel.

Jack didn't mind someone following him from afar and guarding him in this strange new country.

Jack strolled along the bustling streets, his tall frame towering over most of the crowd. As he gazed ahead, his sharp eyes took in a sea of people, each absorbed in their own activities. The streets were alive with a vibrant mix of individuals, each contributing to the dynamic energy of the scene.

"Alright, this is very good. I need a house here. This city is perfect for me." Jack enjoyed the bustling city environment.

Jack enjoys some quiet time for a while, but bustling cities are his jam; he loves bustling cities.

As Jack strolled past a food cart, two thoughts struck him. First, he remembered his humble beginnings as a poor boy working at a small diner tucked away in an alley. Second, he realized he had forgotten to pick up Maria from Manila.

Jack's nostalgic feeling wore off as soon as he remembered Maria; he forgot about her as he was a little scared of the Power Man.

Jack then called the agent hurriedly, as she could just go and pick up Maria.

"Yes, sir," the agent's voice came in; she was as if sleeping.

"I need you to go to Manila, Philippines, and pick up two girls," Jack instructed. "I'll send you their pictures, names, and contact numbers. Your job is to bring them back here to New York."

" B...But Sir," Agent wanted to say something but stopped when she heard Jack's next line.

"I'll pay you 50K€, just stop your yapping," Jack said and ended the call.

Jack wanted to surprise Katrina, who was operating a juice shop in the Philippines.

Jack then walked more; he was enjoying the walk, and as he walked for about five minutes, he saw some luxurious shops, and there was also a huge park around the area.

As Jack was walking, he saw many beautiful girls running to a certain place. As Jack was a young man who loved beautiful women, he followed them.

There was a club nearby called LAVO. Jack stepped into the dimly lit alley, immediately drawn to the vibrant energy of the bustling crowd. This was heaven for a man like him; as soon as he appeared, every girl turned their gaze toward him, captivated by his presence.

As Jack was a foreigner, although he doesn't look like it, his posh clothes were also the reason he was wearing everything very expensive, and he looked good in them.

Jack just smiled and stood with the boys to enter the club; he could hear the music from here when someone entered the club.

Every girl was waving at Jack, and he smiled cheekily in response. The women here were refreshingly open, unafraid to express their feelings, which only added to the playful charm of the moment.

Jack, after getting in front of the counter, said, "One entry ticket, please."

"ID" The person inside was not polite at all.

Jack pulled out his international driving license, which was from Germany, and said, "Not from here. See this? I am eighteen.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Alright, $50 for entry," the person inside the counter said.

"Alright," Jack then passionately pulled out his wallet, and then he saw there was nothing in it.

Jack gulped because he forgot to convert euros to cash, then looked inside the counter and smiled awkwardly.

" No money? You don't look poor. The person inside said he got up from his seat a little and looked at Jack from head to toe.

"I'm not poor," Jack said, flashing his card. "Do you think you could accept payment in euros?"

"Euro? No, only dollar." The person waved at Jack with dismissal.

As Jack was about to leave the counter, he heard someone say, "I'll pay for him."