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Chapter 5: Spending Money

After arriving at the neighborhood in the police car, Janet finally revealed the name of the bar where Shirley worked.

She rolled down the car window and called out, "Uncle James, take care of your health! Don't let excitement get the better of you!"

James waved goodbye.

As he walked to the building entrance, he noticed a large truck loading trash, where two workers chatted:

"Can you believe all of this came from a single household? Who would have thought such a small apartment could hold this much junk?"

James quietly passed by the two.

He took the elevator straight up, and the room was looking much clearer now that most of the trash had been removed.

The whole space felt noticeably more open.

The hired cleaners were busily scrubbing the floor.

"Welcome back, old man! Do you know how much effort we had to put in to clean all that junk?"

James replied, "That junk could sell for at least a couple thousand dollars; it's enough to compensate you."

The two women chuckled, not expecting this old man to be quite knowledgeable.

James took a walk through each room, and although it was relatively clean, some signs of debris still remained:

Mold stains on the walls and scuff marks could not be easily removed.

These would require professional painters to fix.

Looking at the old wooden bed, James said, "Could you help me clear this bed out as well?"

The building had an elevator, so moving things down wasn't difficult.

One woman inquired, "Old man, where will you sleep without your bed?"

James pulled out his newly bought smartphone and quickly found a furniture company that offered delivery service.

With money in his hands, what couldn't he buy?

A few clicks later, he successfully placed an order.

"Alright, they'll be bringing the new bed over soon."

The two women looked on in surprise; smartphones were still somewhat new to them.

They hadn't expected the older gentleman to handle a phone with such ease.

One of them said, "My son can use his phone well too."

"Sir, do you know how to shop online?"

James said, "I can."

The woman replied, "My son can too. Do you know how to video chat?"

James answered, "Sure."

The woman echoed, "My son knows how to do that as well!"

James shrugged, "I get it; you want to show off your son, but can you not drag me into this?"

"Hahaha." The other woman couldn't help but laugh.

Her friend was usually a braggart and had finally met her match.

The woman who bragged about her son scratched her forehead, "I didn't mean it like that."

About an hour later, the delivery workers brought an 180 cm bed to the ninth floor.

They also brought a new mattress and a complete set of bedding—James ordered everything in one go.

After the room was mostly tidy, the two women helped place the new items in their proper positions.

James pulled out his wallet and handed over five hundred dollars, and the two women accepted with smiles.

With warm expressions, they said, "Please take care, sir! If you need help, just let us know."

James asked, "Is it free?"

"Haha, we can give you a 99% discount."

James chuckled, "With such a significant discount, I'll definitely come looking for you next time."

Once everyone left,

James sat on the comfy new bed, feeling extraordinarily good.

In the afternoon, he contacted the internet provider to set up the fastest internet connection in his home.

When the installation of the internet was completed, James heard the sound of high heels outside; it was Shirley heading to work.

"Hehe, I'm waiting to see your surprised face when we meet!"

He purposely waited at home for another half hour before heading to the bar where Shirley worked.

After hailing a taxi, the driver asked, "Where to, old man?"

James adjusted his clothes, "Red Romance Bar."

The driver gave him a knowing look, "Heading out to spend some money?"

James cleared his throat, "I'm just looking for someone."

As the driver started the car, he remarked, "Got it, I understand! I like to see the same technician when I go for foot massages."

"But old man, just remember, it's fine to have business with the girls inside, but don't develop feelings; it'll just lead to wasted money."

James smirked, "How about you tell me your story with the foot massage girls instead?"

The driver's mouth twitched; such matters could only be summarized, never detailed.

How could he share that with others?

The taxi pulled up to the entrance of Red Romance, and after paying, James stepped out.

Looking at the upscale appearance of the bar, he couldn't help but whistle; it seemed large, and he wondered if Shirley would stand out inside.

As soon as he walked into the lobby, a young server came up to greet him.

"Hello, sir! This is a bar; the senior activity center is next door."

Next door was indeed an old folks' activity center, and the staff had grown accustomed to the occasional senior mistakenly wandering into the bar.

James looked around at the environment of the bar, "I didn't make a mistake; I'm here to spend some money."

"Um?" The young server paused for a moment.

James pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to him, "This is a tip; find me a quiet private booth."

He had specifically withdrawn cash after buying the phone—you couldn't just use a card everywhere; that would be inconvenient.

The server thought, "Wow, this old man has some game!"

His attitude immediately shifted to respectful as he accepted the hundred dollars with a wide smile. "Please follow me, sir; I'll take you to a great place."

The server led him to a room at the end of the corridor, saying,

"This is the room, sir. It's small, but it's private and soundproof, so you can enjoy yourself without disturbances."

James looked around the private room and was quite satisfied.

The server flattered, "Shall I bring some girls in for you to choose from?"

James sat on the soft sofa of the booth and crossed his legs, "No need to bring in too many; do you have someone named Shirley?"

The server hesitated, repeating the name, "Shirley? We don't have anyone by that name here."

This surprised James a bit; he figured Janet's intel was reliable.

Then he suddenly thought, who in the world would use their real name for this line of work?

The key was that he didn't even know Shirley's stage name!

The server whispered, "Sir, let me bring in a few girls for you to see; I guarantee they are all young and beautiful, attentive and considerate."

James was at a loss.

If he ended up looking at others, wouldn't that make him just another customer?

Lost in thought, James remembered that Shirley had a beauty mark at the corner of her eye, so he said, "The last time I came, there was a girl with a beauty mark at the corner of her eye; do you know her name?"

The server didn't hesitate, as they only had one girl with such a feature. "Haha, that must be Salina!"

Shirley, Salina? What a clever girl with her naming.

James replied, "That's her! Bring her to me, and also get me a fruit platter."

The server asked, "Aren't you going to have any drinks?"

With his limited lifespan, how could he handle excessive consumption? Drinking even water needed to be moderated.

"Drinks are secondary; mainly I want to see her."

"Got it! I'll go fetch her right now." With that, the server hurried out of the private room.