"How much do I have to pay?" asked Marcell.
"700 thousand dollars."
"Deal."
In the meantime, Marcell could not buy land in the city center. He had already spent 700,000 dollars on an apartment unit. Finished with the apartment purchase negotiations, Marcell took his leave.
Next for college facilities and investment Marcell needed a laptop, new gadgets, and maybe clothes, shoes and so on. He didn't have any nice clothes, for sure Marcell had to change his clothing style so that people wouldn't get suspicious. Like Alan earlier who was a little doubtful about Marcell, because Marcell's appearance looked ordinary.
Marcell also needed to take care of his face, which was dull because he was often exposed to pollution and the sun. Next, before the flight to New Haven. Marcell went shopping at the nearest mall. He bought almost a closet of clothes and more than 12 pairs of shoes. Bought an expensive watch, bought a bag, went into an electronics store and ended up at a beauty clinic.
He would take a break to enjoy a shoulder massage, and facials. Marcell also went to the salon to fix his hairdo.
The man had forgotten about his broken heart. Marcell was too preoccupied with money and sudden happiness. Marcell had never shopped and squandered money before. Although it felt strange, he liked it.
After finishing and it was getting late, Marcell ordered an uber to head to the airport. Alan had taken care of everything and the apartment could be occupied tomorrow. So Marcell went back to New Haven to get his things. And he was going to settle in England.
It had been a long day, Marcell had crashed on the plane and slept the whole way. The next day he had an agenda of what to do. Apart from packing up and flying back to England. Tomorrow was the last day he had to spend his money.
I don't know, Marcell needs to rest first.
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Marcell's newly purchased clothes, shoes, watches, and other necessities were delivered directly to his apartment. In accordance with Marcell's request to the store. And Alan helped Marcell in receiving the goods. Alan got a big tip from Marcell.
Marcell had finished taking care of everything in New Haven, his moving papers would be ready in two weeks at the earliest. So Marcell stayed behind to fly to England and start a new life there.
He has also put his money into investments and mutual funds. While working, Marcell has learned to manage his money so that it doesn't run out quickly and grows.
Although the salary he gets from part-time is not much, Marcell more or less knows about his knowledge.
Now Marcell is on the plane again. But he didn't sleep because he still had to rotate his money, which was still 150,000 dollars. The money was quickly used up for airfare and accommodation to take care of the paperwork.
Marcell had also asked Alan for the price of cars in London, the man even prepared the types of cars, specifications and prices. So after arriving at the airport, Marcell went straight to his apartment. Alan was willing to pick him up at the airport.
The man was very kind to help with anything Marcell needed. Marcell felt like he had a personal assistant.
"Have you been looking for him?" asked Marcell as he got into Alan's car.
Alan nodded and took his tab and gave it to Marcell. "I've listed what you're looking for and what you like. There's BMW, Audi, Ford, Mercedes-Benz, Mercy, and Ferrari."
Marcell chuckled. "I don't have the money to buy a Ferrari. The apartment is not negotiable," Marcell quipped, making Alan laugh too.
Marcell's hand scrolled through the tab screen interested in the Audi car. It wasn't over the top but it wasn't monotonous either. Suitable for young people like him.
"By the way, you have a lot of money too. You must have been born a young master," Alan said opening his voice implying suspicion of Marcell.
Marcell only mumbled. "My parents are gone, I inherited a lot because I'm the only child." That was the story he was going to make up.
"Wow, your parents must have been very rich," Alan praised.
"Hmm ... lucky so. I'll take this," Marcell showed a photo of a white car with the Audi A5 brand.
Alan took a quick glance. "It just so happens that a friend of mine works at that company. You can get it quickly. When do you need it?"
"Now."
And just like that, Alan's car pulled into the dealership Marcell wanted.
"No discount?"
"Usually if you pay in full in advance there is a discount of up to 200 euros."
Marcell nodded. "Help me to get more discounts."
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Marcell could only lay down at eleven thirty minutes past midnight. After meeting Alan's friend and negotiating the purchase of the car. Making payments and other paperwork. The Audi A5 will be parked in front of his apartment tomorrow afternoon.
It was very tiring. Hmm Marcell just entered his apartment. As per his instructions to Alan, Marcell's groceries were already in the room. It was still a mess and Marcell hadn't had time to organize it.
Marcell chose to clean up and go take a shower. Next put on some more casual clothes.
Only then could he rest on his soft bed. Thank God, Marcell can already feel this luxury at the age of 20. He's still young and hasn't done much because he suddenly got a windfall.
But no doubt distrust and doubt still haunted him. Marcell was afraid if he was played and everything was only temporary, back to being a poor and pathetic man. For that Marcell hurried to take his cell phone to check the last balance left in the account. There was still 100,000 dollars left, after the purchase of the car the tax payment and of course the tips for Alan. Taking the man out for lunch and dinner as well.
Marcell remembered that he had been helped by Mike, the cleaning service at Yale University. For that Marcell immediately called Mike's number.
"Hi Mike, it's me Marcell. How are you?" asked Marcell without further ado as soon as Mike answered his phone.
"Oh hi Marcell, I'm good. How are you? Does your head still hurt?"
Hearing that Marcell immediately held his head which was still bandaged, but the pain had disappeared. Either Marcell was avoiding the pain due to being busy here and there. Or it really was gone.
"My head is fine. Sorry to bother you this late."
"It's okay, do you need something?" Mike offered.
"Ah yes, I need your account number."
"What for?" asked Mike suspiciously. Because the fraud mode of account numbers is rampant.
"I have a gift for you for helping me. I won't sleep until you tell me."
Mike chuckled. "No need to bother Marcell. I sincerely helped you. We as humans have to help each other, right?"
"Yeah I know that but hurry up and get your account number!!!" forced Marcell as the clock was ticking. His mission would end at 1am.
"I'm getting suspicious of you if you insist like this. I told you not to bother. I'm already sleepy."
Bipp.
And the phone cut off making Marcell growl.
Where else would he put his money?
An idea flashed through his head. Hurry Marcell immediately called Alan who had helped a lot.
As soon as the phone line was answered Marcell immediately expressed his intentions and goals. "Alan, help me find a shop for rent. I want to build a small business, help me."
"Hngg?" came a whimper from Alan. The man could be heard exhaling. "Jesus Marcell, we just got home. And it's 11pm? oh no it's almost 12. How am I supposed to find it for you?"
"But I still have plenty of money Alan."
"Yeah you keep it, do you really have to spend it right now?"
Marcell almost blurted out. Alan certainly wouldn't believe the sudden money from the system in his head. What nonsense that was.
So Marcell exhaled and hung up without saying anything more.
The man then got up from his bed and walked back and forth. Where did the money go? Where did the money go?
Time went on. Marcell bit his lower lip in thought. Along with the sound of the ticking clock. Soon the time will end and the mission has not been completed.
Marcell looked at the clock on the wall with cold sweat running down his temples.
SYSTEM : "YOU HAVE ONE HOUR LEFT."
Marcell frowned.
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SYSTEM: "YOU HAVE ONE HOUR LEFT." Marcell frowned. SYSTEM: "ONCE AGAIN, YOU HAVE ONE HOUR LEFT." The voice from Marcell's head was heard again. Oh my!!! Marcell did need money for his survival in England. But the money from Hermes system must run out soon. Marcell still has savings that he took yesterday at the ATM near the hospital, Marcell has put it back into the account. So for food and other needs Marcell will cover first from the savings. After all, he has also started investing and mutual funds. Should I just invest the money again? Marcell scrolled through his phone until he accidentally found a social web that could donate via transfer. A web that contains activities of the learning process on a remote island, how families in the countryside live or the story of the Central African Republic that is often posted by artists on social media. Without further ado, Marcell went straight to the donation page. And the man handed over the entire amount left in the account from
Drrrt... drrrt... And the sound of the cell phone ringing brought Marcell out of his reverie. He went back to his room and picked up his cell phone."Yes Alan?" asked Marcell as he picked up the phone from Alan."Are you at the apartment? I went there this afternoon with my friend to deliver the car you ordered. But we rang the bell and there was no response. Where are you?" asked Alan.Ah yes Marcell just remembered that one thing. Against his will Marcell also didn't know he would fall asleep for that long."Well, I'm already at the apartment. But there's no need to rush, you can drop her off tomorrow. I want to rest today," Marcell replied because it felt like he needed a break after three hectic days of frantically spending 1 million dollars. Especially when he had just had a minor accident due to a fight."Okay then, have a good rest. I'll confirm tomorrow if you want to deliver the car.""Ah yes, I need your help," said Marcell holding Alan who was about to hang up."Are you lo
Marcell was all dressed up and ready to go to Oxford University. He went back to take care of the registration and complete the files that had been delayed. He smiled with joy when he saw his dream car parked in the basement of the apartment. Marcell could drive because he had previously worked part-time as a valet at a hotel in New Haven. His skills became more proficient when he also had experience driving as a taxi driver.All of Marcell's life experiences finally paid off, and the wisdom was that the man didn't need to learn to drive again. Brmmmm...Brummmm..bruummm...This sound even sounds melodious to Marcell's ears. Well look at it all now Marcell is an awesome rich guy. He was confidently walking down the streets of Oxford. He couldn't stop giving thanks for having the opportunity to be in this position.Because of Marcell's happy mood, he was not focused when he parked his car. Unintentionally making someone crash.SRETT...BUGG!"Aw!" someone's screech made Marcell reali
"Good afternoon, Mr. Clark. We're from Monzo Bank."Marcell looked at the two people in front of him in confusion. "Can I help you?" Marcell asked. This was strange, this was the first time the bank had approached him."I'm Chris and this is my colleague Barney. Can we talk inside?" Chris asked, implying that they were going to talk a lot.Marcell nodded, opened the door wider and invited them to enter his unit. Marcell grabbed two canned drinks from his fridge and placed them on the table. "What's up?" asked Marcell matter-of-factly.Barney was busy taking out some documents from his bag and handing some to Chris."Thank you in advance for trusting Monzo Bank. We saw your transaction list for 3 days in a row in a large amount. I know there must be some discomfort with your card limit." Chris paused for a moment, making Marcell nervous.Of course he was still afraid if some official parties suspected him. Especially with the unreadable mutations in the account. Since moving to the UK
This was the fourth day after getting the 500,000 dollars. Marcell has calculated how much he will spend to buy equipment and shop facilities. Marcell has spent 200,000 dollars to buy the shop along with the letter and taxes. Yesterday he and Alan went to London to look at more complete ovens and cooking equipment. Approximately 27,000 dollars was spent along with shipping costs. All the equipment is the best plus showcases and other bread tables. It's all complete and now Marcell has 273,000 dollars left. Yesterday he coordinated with the contracting firm, and visited the shop again to check the condition. Marcell has signed a letter of intent to cooperate with a value of 4,900 dollars. It is very cheap and includes changing the design like a cake shop. Marcell still has a lot of money left and maybe the production and packaging materials will run out at 700 dollars. That's just an estimate but Marcell prepared a fund of 1000 dollars.For staffing Marcell set aside 3000 dollars for
The sound of sirens and the noise of people faintly reached Marcell's ears. But his eyes felt heavy and he was unconscious. "Oh my, hey are you okay?" Alan came to help carry Marcell's body to be put to sleep on the bench that would go into the ambulance.On the way out, Alan accidentally saw the density of vehicles due to an accident. Because he knew and memorized Marcell's car which turned out to be lying at the end of the road, Alan stopped his car.Alan returned to the car and followed the ambulance from behind. He knew that Marcell no longer had parents. And the man lived alone in England, so Alan would accompany Marcell first until the man regained consciousness.It took only three hours for Marcell to wake up. His forehead had been treated and there were no serious injuries. There was only shock or body aches from the impact and strain."How is it? How do you feel?" asked Alan who was already sitting by Marcell's bed.Marcell moaned as he sharpened his vision. Oh my God... hos
Marcell stared pensively at the building where he used to live and where he grew up. But his heart stopped for a moment before beating fast when he saw a board hanging on the door with the words "FOR SALE". And the building looked abandoned like it had been uninhabited for over five years. Marcell's feet walked closer to the courtyard of the orphanage. Looked here and there where there was no one. "The caretaker of the orphanage and the children have long left home," said someone who made Marcell turn his head. A middle-aged man in a shabby jacket stood by the roadside looking at Marcell. But since childhood Marcell had never seen the man before. "Hi, I'm Marcell. I was a child living in this orphanage before." Marcell walked down the porch steps and approached the man. "You weren't told anything by them?" Marcell nodded. "I've been traveling for a long time. And now live in England. I haven't been back here for a long time either. Do you know where they moved to? Where Aunt Rut
"What do you want to do when you grow up?" "I want to buy a nice car and have a house with a big yard." "That's a nice dream." "What about you?" "I just want to live longer. To see you buy a nice car and have a house with a big yard." Marcell stared silently at the boy who was about his age. They were lying on the sand at the beach. The orphanage had a simple vacation going to a nearby beach when it got more grants. "Why do you say that? Of course you will see me become successful. And of course it's not just me who's successful, it's you too. Let's make Aunt Ruth proud." Rafael nodded. "Umm, of course." Rafael raised his little finger in front of him, signaling Marcell to link his little finger. "Promise." KRING..KRING.... Marcell's eyes blinked as the alarm he had set last night went off. Groaning softly, Marcell's sleeping body turned to face the ceiling. His memory recalled the dream formed from his childhood memories. Rafael. Marcell recalled his old pantry friend. Th
Marcell's heart skipped a beat as he read the text. He didn't see it wrong, did he?Alan Blayze? Hermes?Was this Alan really an employee of Hermes and still active today? Was his former job as a property marketer just a front?BRAK! Marcell turned his head, finding Alan in the doorway of his room with his breath taken away. Marcell could see the look of panic on Alan's face.Not to mention when Alan accidentally saw his lanyard in Marcell's hand. Alan looked even more speechless. So let Marcell take the lead in this conversation. "You lied to me about the original job you left?" Marcell asked calmly. But he stood firmly facing Alan who had stepped a little into Marcell's room."That...""You're not from Mr. Blayze's property company," Marcell interrupted Alan.Do you know what happened as soon as Marcell said the word Blayze? The system in his head immediately activated and opened up everything about Alan Blayze's life history.Right in the laboratory room Prof. Jose looked panicke
Alan had invited the accounting expert to come to Marcell's mansion. They had talked, Marcell had also been introduced. The man said his purpose was to check the financial statements of Papercrunch. "As we know, not all companies play clean. Even if there is a mistake of 1 dollar or 20 dollars they will do various ways to make the report appear balanced." Zack said. The man has been in the accounting world for 15 years. Often invited to work together by large companies to carry out the audit process or tax reporting. "This is the first time I've handled Papercrunch's financial statements. As far as I know, this company does not use the services of a third party. The audit process and tax reporting are all done by internal employees." Marcell remained silent. He waited for the final results of Zack's examination. Previously Alan had conveyed the irregularities that he examined from the reports and account mutations. Approximately 5 hours had passed to scrutinize a month's finan
The footsteps galloped down the hallway. Behind him, two men struggled to keep up with the boss. Already, his face looked like he was ready to explode with emotion.BRAK!!!The sound of a folder slamming on the table was enough to interrupt the laughter in the procurement room.Lucas, who had been joking around with his partner, his back to the door, turned around and was surprised by his boss's arrival. Foolishly, he hadn't realized that Sebastian was angry about something else. Not for joking around during work hours."IDIOT!" Sebastian, his face flushed with anger, pointed at Lucas' face. "You think I don't know that you manipulate data?"Lucas' face turned pale as he started to feel bad. "What are you talking about?""Where did 7980$ of development funds go?" asked Sebastian directly. It all started when he met with Frederick yesterday and his friend told him when the construction process would be carried out. Even though the team of foremen and construction workers had been worki
Clara. That was not her real name. It took time to consider and check the skills of the girl Alan proposed to help Marcell's mission.Besides being good at acting, in fact Clara is also good at operating computers and retrieving important data from other computers. Let's call her a hacker."How is it?" Asked Marcell sitting on the sofa once Miu had arrived in her office clothes.Yep, Clara is Miu. Hwang Miu who used to be the cashier for Puffy Muffy. Marcell also remembered that the girl was from the computer department."I've made a contract with Papercrunch." Miu shifted the document that already had her signature with Mr. Lucas' signature.Marcell smiled. He examined the contents of the document again. The original plan was to play both parties until they found out who was behind it. Lucas was a shrew at Papercrunch. In addition, Marcell would also play Mr. Nicholas into this game. He wanted to usurp Nicholas' position in the shareholder rankings."What's next?" Miu asked."Tomorro
As a shareholder and as a friend who had just gotten acquainted with the owner of the company. Marcell boldly invited Sebastian through his secretary to come to the Mansion, as an open house event. Not only Sebastian but also several other shareholders. Even though he didn't know Sebastian well, this was the only way Marcell could find a way to get in and get close to the other conglomerates. Alan had prepared everything, from simple but classy décor, food catering and other snack booths that could be enjoyed. He also set up a Puffy Muffy booth so that guests could get to know Marcell's business as well. "It's soft, and the flavor captivates my tongue. Hahaha..." praised one guest who tasted the cake in front of the Puffy Muffy booth. Mike and Arjuna, who Marcell intentionally brought in, helped build the event. "I heard you were the best graduate in your school," said a guest friend to Arjuna who was wearing a chef's outfit this time. Arjuna smiled to hear it. "I guess so hahaha."
Marcell was successful enough to keep Stefan interested and on his mind all day. The boy was not focused on his soccer game. He was in a bad mood, more sensitive and irritable.Meanwhile, the culprit was reading a book quietly in his spacious mansion. Playing classical music on vinyl.Iya could predict that Stefan would already be provoked and distracted by her arrival as the new Marcell. He would be more interested in her and finding out other facts.Just the thought of it was enough to make Marcell smile slyly."You're in a good mood," said someone who suddenly appeared from behind him.Alan, still at Marcell's mansion after yesterday Mike returned to Oxford first."I'm imagining a cunning plan," Marcell replied without even looking at Alan.Instead, Alan was enjoying the music Marcell was playing. Leaning his shoulder against the back door frame while looking at Marcell's private lake view."It turns out you're this rich, it's only fitting that you don't have to think twice about b
Marcell and Stefan's interaction stopped wordlessly and left a question mark. The event had begun, the host began to give a rundown of the event and of course invited Mr. Sebastian Johnson as the owner of the company to give a speech.The guests gave Sebastian a loud clap when he greeted them. Apart from the presence of Marcell Clark in an expensive suit, it was the man who came to Papercrunch and got a seat in the event hall. Stefan was shocked when Sebastian unveiled the name of the shareholder in his company.How? How did that happen? That was the question mark in Stefan's head. He knew full well that the courier from Yale had no future at all. He came from an orphanage, had no privileges, and was only a high school dropout.But how could his father mention Marcell Clark's name as shareholder number 36 with a percentage of 4.8%.Stefan looked back, across from where Marcell was sitting tall and calm. He could see the smug, smug smile on Marcell's face.Turning his body forward agai
Marcell widened his eyes to see two grown men standing in front of the gate. He hadn't expected that. Of course, how could Alan and Mike come here without telling him first. "Wow, this is your real home in New Haven. How marvelous." Alan gaped at the sight behind Marcell's back. "It turns out you're a real rich man," Mike poked his head in to see what Marcell's mansion looked like. "How did you guys get here?" asked Marcell confused."Let us go in first, let's chat inside in the heat outside." Without permission Mike immediately walked over Marcell to walk into Marcell's yard. His gaze was still admiring how spacious and well-designed the outside was. Marcell looked at Mike only with a surprised look.Alan shrugged his shoulders and followed Mike who entered first. Marcell exhaled, letting his two friends' behavior go. He closed the gate and followed.Ignoring Mike and Alan who were still impressed with the mansion, Marcell grabbed two cans of beer from the fridge and served them
Marcell still hasn't crossed paths or intentionally not met Stefan. All he knew yesterday was that Jasmine was joking around with her friend. But she was unaware of Marcell's attention. And Marcell didn't care about that. His only target was Stefan.Still hadn't found a definite strategy. Ah shit Marcell just remembered. He left his studies, even though the school year was already underway. Damn it. Could he switch to online classes?Snickering, Marcell became even more annoyed when he realized there was no Alan around.It felt like Marcell was really lonely. He had no one around him. Will he be like this until he grows old? Living alone without a family.Marcell got up from his reclining position. He picked up the invitation on the black table with fancy decorations. There was a birthday event for the television channel at the Homewood Suites hotel. It's from Jacob, they are still good friends now.Marcell opened the invitation to find out if it was someone's or a company's birthday.