I Breathe Euro

"What do you mean?" Heinrich asked.

"Is this dude even serious?" Jack growled, slamming his hand on his thigh with a sharp smack. His narrowed eyes and furrowed brows betrayed his frustration as he shook his head, trying to process the absurdity of the situation.

"Why are you reacting like that? It's just cost-cutting," Asani said; he was not sure what he did wrong.

"That's why," Heinrich suddenly said as if he had an epiphany.

"What? Why?" Jack asked, frustrated, when has he ever shared a bed with a man? And why should he? He could pay for his own fucking room.

"The car's, the car's his entourage made up with, are all cheap," Heinrich said; now he understands why this Asani guy wears cheap clothes.

"Look, if you have a problem, you can book your own room; I am not paying shit." Asani said, his voice a little angry, as the highest net worth individual here, he's getting insulted.

"We will do that," Jack, nodding his head, said.

"Yes, I will take the room you booked," Heinrich said with a smile.

Jack, although looking at them weirdly, didn't mind. Asani and Heinrich walked forward while Jack went back to the reception.

"Sir, How may I help you?" The receptionist, who was a man, asked.

"I need a room for tonight, a premium room," Jack said while slamming his card on the desk.

"Alright, we have an executive suite available. It will be costing you around 20K INR for the night," the receptionist said.

Jack took back his card as it was of no use because it only has €. The receptionist, seeing this, thought, That's weird; another cheapskate.

"Here, I've got some cash in my pocket." Jack never travels without cash. If his card was not provided by the system, he wouldn't have believed it. Banks can freeze your money at any time, and once you deposit your funds, they essentially become the bank's money. Whether you get it back depends solely on their willingness to release it. This is why Jack always keeps cash on hand.

Jack pulled out two 2K bundles from his pocket, which was around 400K INR.

"Sir, that's too much," the receptionist said as he looked at Jack bringing out cash from the coat's pocket.

"I am not giving you everything; I am a foreigner, not stupid," Jack said while counting 10x2K notes.

"Alright, Sir, Can you wait a few seconds while I call someone to take you to your room?" the receptionist politely asked.

Jack, nodding his head, took the leftover money from the table, and putting it inside his suit's inner pocket, went to the waiting area and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, he was given a hot coffee; Jack pointed at himself as if to ask, 'For me?' The waitress blushingly nodded her head.

Jack, nodding his head with a 'Not bad' look, took a sip and took the magazine from the table in front of him.

A person in a suit came in and waited for Jack to finish his coffee before approaching him and saying, "Sir, I am here to take you to your room."

Jack stood up and looked at the watch in his hand; it was 7 in the evening, so he thought, why not just eat dinner and sleep peacefully?

"Take me to the restaurant or buffet first," Jack said.

"Yes sir, please follow me." The person in a suit understood and walked ahead to show Jack the way.

"Sir, this is the restaurant; we've a Michelin Star chef making food today." The person in the suit showed Jack a dimly lit restaurant that was 'Only for Residing Guests.'.

Jack went inside and sat alone at the table and ate his fill. Well, for an unknown place like this, the food was way better than expected.

"Take me to my room," Jack said to the waiting suit guy.

Suit guy, nodding his head, went ahead and took Jack to the 8th floor. The room was nice, although it's only a 220€ room; the furnishings were nice.

Jack, seeing the treadmill, removed his suit and ran on it for 2 hours straight.

Then taking a shower, he sat down on the bed naked and slept peacefully.

The next day he woke up at 6:30 in the morning. Waking up, the first thing he saw was several missed calls from Heinrich.

Jack just took the hotel's tab and ordered some food from the hotel, then got ready as he had already taken a shower before sleeping.

After eating his breakfast, he called Heinrich. Experience new tales on empire

"Hello, Uncle, When are we leaving?" Jack asked.

"Why didn't you receive my calls yesterday?" Heinrich asked first without answering Jack's question.

"Well, I fell asleep. Why?"

"Well, that cheapskate Asani took me to the Michelin Star restaurant. Can you believe it? He treated me to good food," Heinrich said.

"I've also eaten at the same restaurant; well, anyway, when are we leaving?" Jack said he didn't want to dilly-dally the situation.

"Now, come downstairs, and we go directly to the monastery," Heinrich said.

"Monastery? Alright, wait," Jack, ending the phone call, went directly outside; he didn't need to check everything before going out because he had a super brain, and he remembers everything.

Going outside, Jack saw there was no one at the door. Jack confusedly looked around and then saw the suit guy from yesterday approaching him.

"Sir, You're to go to the top floor as Mr. Asani, and the helicopter is waiting for you, "the suit guy smilingly said.

"Alright."

"Boy, are you stupid?" As Jack reached the top floor, Heinrich's voice came in loud.

"Uncle, Let's not talk about being stupid, Hwy. Did you say downstairs?" Jack said while clutching his seatbelt.

"I did? Ahaha, my bad. Heinrich brushed it off like it was nothing.

"It will take us 15 minutes in the chopper to get there," Asani said, looking down at the hotel they were in last night.

As the time passed, Jack saw a huge field; it was just beside the mountain range, and there were several hundred thousand people sitting there.