Chapter 235: Accompanying for Drinks
"Oh? Tell me more," Noah showed interest.
Amelia said, "I used to work at Tiffany's a while back, making a salary of five thousand a month. Though it was considered decent, after deducting rent and daily expenses, I couldn't save much."
"If that was all, it would still be manageable as I could barely sustain my life. But then, my father was suddenly diagnosed with uremia, and the various treatments, dialysis, surgeries, and medication all required a significant amount of money. Within half a month, our entire savings were gone. The salary from working at Tiffany's simply couldn't afford it."
Speaking of this, Amelia sighed deeply.
"In the end, I had no choice but to work as a hostess in a bar, accompanying guests to drink. With just one night of work, I could earn tens of thousands per month. Although this profession involves some self-exploitation, there was no other way. It's all for the sake of money, for a living."
Amelia picked up a glass of beer from the table, finished it in one gulp, and wore an indissoluble sadness on her face. She looked at Noah with a bitter smile.
"Noah, you are at the top of society. You might not understand the helplessness and hardships of ordinary people like me, after all, it's too far from you."
Noah earnestly said, "I can understand, I've seen it too."
Noah had indeed seen it.
Children in impoverished areas who couldn't eat enough or dress warmly, thin and sickly, facing difficulties in going to school.
Those people from the lower class who couldn't even resist violent demolitions.
And there were times when Noah encountered staged accidents by the roadside while driving Luna.
...
These experiences had left Noah with a lot of emotions.
Some people, despite their poverty, were still able to hold on to their true selves, working honestly to earn a meager income to support their families.
Some people, wanting to walk the wrong path, ultimately fell into the clutches of the law.
Noah couldn't judge anyone since circumstances were different for each individual.
But if Noah could help in some way when faced with certain situations, he would offer his assistance.
"What did you major in at university?" Noah asked without overthinking.
"Hotel management."
Amelia said, "But right now, it's difficult to find a job in my field, and the income for fresh graduates is average. On top of that, with my father's severe illness, I had no choice but to work as a hostess."
Noah remained silent, his gaze flickered slightly as if he was contemplating something.
"Noah, the guys have all arrived," Ethan picked up his phone, glanced at a message, and then whispered to Noah, "They are in various private rooms, trying to find out where Edward is."
Noah nodded.
Creak...
Suddenly, the door of the private room was pushed open, and a man walked in.
This man, of slightly small stature but muscular, with a briefcase under his shoulder and a gold watch on his wrist, had flushed cheeks and a strong smell of alcohol. He stumbled as he walked, clearly drunk.
"Amelia!"
"Amelia!"
As soon as he entered the room, the man shouted, then his drunken eyes fell on Amelia:
"Amelia, I heard you were in this private room, so I came over..."
After he finished speaking, a strong smell of alcohol wafted towards them.
"Come, drink with me!"
The man reached out to grab Amelia.
Amelia quickly dodged and smiled apologetically, "Ronald, I'm here drinking with other guests, it's not convenient."
"Other guests?"
The man's gaze landed on Noah, then he chuckled:
"Amelia, what's worth accompanying about this raggedy little kid? He looks like a poor bastard. If you drink with me, I'll give you ten thousand dollars! If you go out with me tonight, I'll add another fifty thousand!"
"Ten thousand dollars!"
Upon hearing these words, Amelia hesitated.
Ten thousand dollars was not a small amount.
And her father, who was bedridden, needed money urgently.
Amelia knew that drinking with Ronald would definitely involve some unwanted advances, but for the sake of money and her father's illness, she had to go, even if she didn't want to.
With this in mind, Amelia stood up and smiled at Noah:
"Um, Noah, can I go drink with Ronald? You can find another beautiful woman, we have plenty of gorgeous ladies at the bar, much prettier than me."
Before she finished speaking, the man had already grabbed Amelia's hand, ready to pull her out. He glanced at Noah with disdain:
"Poor boy, don't call for a beautiful woman if you don't have money! Someone like Amelia at her level costs at least five thousand dollars per session! Now, Amelia is mine, you poor bastard, go find someone else!"
As he spoke, he pulled Amelia out.
"Wait!"
Noah spoke up, "Ten thousand? Amelia, I'll offer fifty thousand for you to stay here."
Noah wasn't angry with Amelia's decision.
After all, Amelia had it tough too, and she just wanted to earn more money.
"Fifty thousand?"
Amelia was taken aback.
"You dare to compete with me for a woman?" the man furrowed his brow, looking at Noah with anger.
"I'm not competing with you, I'm just telling you, whoever has more money gets to have Amelia accompany them," Noah said calmly.
"Compare wealth with me! I'll smash you to death with money!"
The man shouted and then opened his briefcase, inside was a stack of neatly arranged US dollars, which caught everyone's attention.
Boom!
He reached out and picked up a stack, slamming it on the table.
"This is sixty thousand dollars, Amelia, drink with me!"
Noah smiled and asked Ethan, "Do you have any cash on you?"
"Of course I do, Noah. Just wait!" Ethan immediately left the private room and returned within five minutes, carrying two backpacks on his back.
He placed the backpacks on the ground, causing a thumping sound.
"It's too heavy." Ethan rubbed his shoulders and opened one of the backpacks.
Inside, it was packed with stacks of American dollars!
Wow!
The man and Amelia both gasped in surprise.
Especially Amelia, it was her first time seeing so much cash, and it greatly shocked her.
"There must be close to a million here! Aren't you afraid of getting robbed carrying so much cash on you?"
The remaining several hostesses also had their faces change, greed filling their eyes as they looked at the stacks of cash.
"Noah, what do you say?" Ethan looked at Noah.
Noah reached out and pulled out a stack of cash, throwing it onto the table.
"One hundred thousand. Let Amelia accompany you here. Bid as much as you have money. If you don't have money, get lost and don't bother me."
"One hundred thousand..."
The man glanced at his own briefcase. Inside it was two hundred thousand dollars in cash, so naturally, he could still make an offer.
But, the opponent had almost a million dollars in one of the backpacks. Even if he made an offer, it would be useless!
"You're quite ruthless, kid! You're rich, you're amazing! I'll leave Amelia to you!"
Letting go of her, the man picked up the expected sixty thousand from the table and immediately left.
"Noah..." Amelia once again sat next to Noah.
"Take the money." Noah pushed the one hundred thousand dollars in front of Amelia.
"Noah, I can't take this money!" Amelia quickly waved her hand. "Although I am in need of money, accompanying you for one night is not worth one hundred thousand dollars. You better take this money back!"
