Chapter 41 Not a human being After spending a few minutes to purify the quality of the treasure chest, Zhang Ailun found a gray metal object in a pizza box. It was covered with cigarette ash and was the kind of thing that you wouldn't want to take a second look at after the first glance. I took it to the side and rinsed it with water, revealing its golden luster. Under the refraction of sunlight, there was also some rose-gold reflection. I took off the gloves and weighed them in my palm. They were icy cold and a little heavy, but not much. The casting process is not very clear, it is just an ordinary necklace style made of 18K gold, with a heart-shaped pendant. There is also a name [cece] on it. It sounds like a female name, and it translates to Sissi or Xixi? Zhang Ailun didn't care. He already had the stuff and could leave. He spent 20 dollars at Sanji Bar and got back 20 dollars. He should have made a thousand dollars from the gold necklace, but he still had to pay for Old Mike. He just hoped that the other party would restrain himself and not go too far, otherwise he would not pay for him and would just leave. The other party can only consider himself unlucky. He doesn't know who he is anyway. Zhang Ailun cleaned up the crime scene and returned to the bar's private room, acting as if nothing had happened.
When the bunny girl Mary saw him coming back, her eyes lit up and she immediately came over, smiling and greeting politely. "Sir, is there anything else I can help you with?" Zhang Ailun noticed that there were fewer people in the employee lounge area, and his colleague must have been called away by Old Mike. He could see what the bunny girl was thinking at a glance, and she seemed to be looking forward to having some business with him? But he didn't have any special thoughts at the moment. He just asked, "I want to know how much did Mike spend here? I said I would buy him a drink, but it seems he's not here?" Mary looked at him in surprise, "The guy who invited Old Mike to drink... No, it was you?" "I just got some information from him, and as a deal, I agreed to buy him a drink." Zhang Ailun smiled, "But I'm not used to being taken advantage of. If that guy charges too much, I don't plan to pay for him." "Then you may go now, sir." Under Zhang Allen's surprised gaze, Mary smiled and said, "The guy drank a whole bottle of whiskey. He is really an old drunkard. He also chose a two-hour massage package. One hour is $50, and he plans to save the other hour for tomorrow." "Fxxk! This old guy really doesn't know how hard it is to make money out there." Zhang Ailun was shocked instantly. What a shameless guy! This was the first time he heard of a prepaid massage service! Do you really think I'm a sucker? "So, if you really promised that old drunkard something, you can just pretend nothing happened and leave here. There are no surveillance cameras installed in the bar anyway, and he has some assets, enough to pay for himself. Greedy people will not have a good ending." Mary shrugged. "That's a really immoral thing to do." Zhang Ailun finished his righteous speech and turned around to escape. Anyway, he was not a moral person and one must always have a flexible bottom line. Between $135 and being an inhuman, he decisively chose not to be an inhuman. I come from Japan! "By the way, beautiful girl, I haven't asked you what your name is yet." Zhang Ailun stopped again and looked back at the kind bunny girl. "My name is Mary." Mary lifted her hair, wanting to leave a deeper impression on the customer so as to facilitate future business binding. "Hello Mary, you can call me Hamburger." Zhang Ailun extended his hand and shook her hand politely, then took out $20 and put it in her hand, "Just consider it as a thank you for saving me a lot of money for your service fees. See you next time, girl!"
"I send you." Mary followed closely behind him and helped him open the secret door, "Goodbye, Hamburg." "Goodbye." Mary watched him leave the back box, looked at the $20 bill in her hand, and put it away in a good mood. He looked at the old black man in the corner and warned, "You'd better pretend you didn't see anything, James." "Of course, I don't want to get into trouble. That guy can kill me with one punch when he gets angry." James immediately answered honestly. Why are Lao Hei's eyes so clear? What are you doing with a basic salary of $90 a day? He earns mainly from service fees and commissions from handling special events. "Very good, you have a share of the money." Mary readily gave him $10, so that they were all partners. "Thank God." James took the $10 and put it in his pocket, then made the sign of the cross on his forehead and chest, his face full of piety. “You should thank the generous guests and the colleagues who are willing to share,” Mary corrected immediately. Not long after, another bunny girl, Gis, came out of the box, straightened her clothes, rinsed her mouth, rubbed her cheeks, and cursed: "Damn old man, his movements are so rough, does he think he is launching a rocket in my mouth? I must ask for an extra 20% service fee!! " Old Mike came out with a relaxed look on his face. Hearing this, he took a sip of wine and waved his hand, "It doesn't matter. Someone will pay for me." "It'd be better! Now! Hurry! Right now!" Gis stared at him fiercely. "I'll go find that guest now." Old Mike felt a little guilty when he saw her look at him, and hurried back to the backyard. "No!!!" Three seconds later, shocking screams and wails were heard outside. Even slaughtering pigs during the New Year was not that cruel. Old Mike ran back in a hurry, looking at Mary and James in panic, shocked and angry, "Where is the guest just now? Did you see a yellow-skinned Japanese man wearing a sweatshirt, a denim jacket, and DG sunglasses on his chest!?" "do not know." "no impression." Mary and James spoke one sentence each. Old Mike was heartbroken and became dull. "Please check out! The total is $135!" Gis's aggressive words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Old Mike felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. He said in grief and indignation, "Why are people nowadays like this? They don't keep their promises at all! That damn Japanese guy! Don't let me see him again!!" He took out his wallet tremblingly, counted carefully for a long time, and found that the amount was not enough. He said pitifully, "Then I don't want the other clock. How about we go into the box and I can help you? Then we're even?" "Fuck you!" Gis was so angry at his outrageous remarks that he raised his middle finger fiercely, "Unless you don't want to live anymore, old man, you can try it!" Old Mike sighed. He could only go back and take out his savings.
Damn the Japanese!! Baka!! How can this person be so shameless? You broke your promise to someone? But he didn't seem to know his name yet, which was the saddest thing. Old Mike was heartbroken. Zhang Ailun walked out the door refreshed, turned left, and rode away on his bike. I came to the precise checkpoint on Maki Street and received a Bali relief meal. Cheese sandwich and hot dog meal with iced American instant coffee and Chinese fried yogurt. Lao Hei, who was in charge of distributing relief meals, recognized him at a glance and looked at Zhang Ailun with a strange look in his eyes. Bro, why are you always here? Did you get inside? Are you so well-informed? Thinking about adjusting the delivery time next time. Zhang Ailun didn't care about it. All he cared about was the relief meal he got for free. He doesn't like drinking mouthwash. Who would drink iced American coffee when there is yogurt? Even dogs wouldn't drink it. Definitely not as good as Catherine's hand-ground coffee. (End of this chapter)
