"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.

******

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."

******

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.

******