America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 41 Inhuman

After spending a few minutes refining the quality of the treasure chest, Zhang Ailun found a grayish-brown metallic object inside a pizza box, covered in cigarette ash—the kind of thing you wouldn't want to look at a second time.

I rinsed it clean with water, revealing a golden luster. It even had a touch of rose-gold reflection under the sunlight.

I took off the gloves and held them in my palm to weigh them. They were cool to the touch and had some weight, but not much.

The casting process isn't very clear; it's just a standard 18K gold necklace with a heart-shaped pendant. It also has the name "cece" on it.

It sounds like a woman's name, which translates to something like Sisi or Xixi?

Zhang Ailun didn't care; he had the item and could leave now.

He had spent $20 at Sanji's Bar and made back $20. He should also have made a thousand dollars from the gold necklace, but he still had to pay Old Mike's bill. He just hoped that the other man would restrain himself and not go too far, otherwise he didn't plan to pay for him and would just leave.

The other party can only accept their bad luck.

Anyway, he doesn't know who he is.

Zhang Ailun tidied up the crime scene and returned to the bar's private room, acting as if nothing had happened.

When Bunny Girl Mary saw him return, her eyes lit up, and she immediately came over, smiling politely. "Sir, is there anything else you need?"

Zhang Ailun noticed that the staff rest area was empty; the other person's colleague must have been called away by Old Mike.

He could tell at a glance that the bunny girl was also hoping to do something with him.

But he didn't have any particular thoughts at the moment. He simply asked, "I was wondering how much Mike spent here? I said I'd buy him drinks, but it looks like he's not here?"

Mary looked at him with some surprise. "That rich guy who bought old Mike drinks... no, it's you?"

"I only got some information from him, and in exchange, I agreed to buy him drinks." Zhang Ailun smiled. "But I'm not used to being taken advantage of. If that guy overcharges me, I don't plan to pay for it."

"Then you can leave now, sir."

Under Zhang Ailun's astonished gaze, Mary said with a smile, "That guy drank a whole bottle of whiskey, he's a real alcoholic, and he even chose a two-hour massage package. One hour is $50, and he plans to save the other hour for tomorrow."

"Fxxk! This old man really has no idea how hard it is to earn money outside."

Zhang Ailun was instantly shocked.

What a shameless scoundrel! This is the first time he's ever heard of prepaid massage services!

Are you really trying to rip me off?

"So, if you really agreed to that old drunkard's request, you can just pretend nothing happened and leave. Anyway, there are no security cameras in the bar, and he has enough money to pay for himself. Greedy people never end well." Mary shrugged.

That's a really immoral thing to do.

After Zhang Ailun finished speaking righteously, he turned around and prepared to leave. Anyway, he wasn't exactly a moral person, and everyone should have a flexible bottom line.

Between $135 and being an inhuman being, he decisively chose to be an inhuman being.

I'm from Japan!

"By the way, beautiful girl, I haven't asked you your name yet."

Zhang Ailun stopped and turned back to look at the kind bunny girl.

"My name is Mary." Mary flicked her hair, trying to make a lasting impression on the client and make it easier to establish business relationships in the future.

"Hello Mary, you can call me Hamburger."

Zhang Ailun extended his hand and politely shook hers, then took out $20 and placed it in her hand. "Consider this a thank you for saving me a lot of money on service. See you next time, girl!"

"I send you."

Mary followed closely behind and opened the hidden door for him. "Goodbye, Hamburger."

"goodbye."

Mary watched him leave the back box, then happily put away the $20 bill in her hand.

He then 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 cause trouble. That guy could kill me with one punch if he gets angry," James replied honestly.

Why does Lao Hei have such clear eyes?

With a base salary of $90 a day, why are you working yourself to death?

His main earnings come from service fees and bonuses earned from handling special events.

"Great, you get a share of this money." Mary readily gave him $10, so they were all in cahoots now.

"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 immediately corrected.

Not long after, another bunny girl, Geese, came out of the private room, straightened her clothes, rinsed her mouth, rubbed her cheeks, and muttered, "That damn old geezer, so rough! Did he think he was launching rockets into my mouth? I have to ask for an extra 20% service fee!!"

Old Mike walked out with a relaxed expression. Hearing this, he took a sip of his drink, waved his hand, and said, "It doesn't matter, someone will pay the bill for me."

"You'd better! Immediately! Hurry! Right now!" Geese glared at him fiercely.

"I'll go find that guest right now." Old Mike felt a little guilty under her gaze and hurriedly returned to the backyard.

"No!!!"

Three seconds later, a terrifying scream and wail came from outside; even slaughtering a pig for the New Year wasn't this horrific.

Old Mike rushed back, flustered and furious, looking at Mary and James. "Where's that customer? Did you see a yellow-skinned Japanese guy wearing a hoodie and denim jacket, with DG sunglasses pinned to his chest?!"

"have no idea."

"I don't remember."

Mary and James each said one sentence.

Old Mike was heartbroken and became listless.

"Please check out!! That'll be $135 in total!!" Giss's aggressive words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Old Mike felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and said with grief and indignation, "What's wrong with people these days? They don't keep their promises at all! That damned islander! I never want to see him again!!"

Trembling, he pulled out his wallet, counted the money carefully for a long time, and found that the amount was far from enough.

She said pitifully, "I don't want the other bell. How about we go into the private room and I'll help you out? Then we'll be even?"

"Fxxk you!"

Giss was amused by his outrageous statement, and gave him the middle finger. "Unless you want to die, old man, you can try!"

Old Mike sighed. He had no choice but to go back and honestly take out his savings from the bottom of his drawer.

Those damn islanders!! You idiots!!

How could this person be so shameless?

How could someone break their promise?

But the most tragic thing was that he didn't even know the other man's name. Old Mike was heartbroken.

Zhang Ailun, feeling refreshed, turned left after leaving the house, got on his bike, and sped away.

I arrived at the precise checkpoint on Maki Street and received a Bali relief meal.

Cheese sandwich hot dog meal with iced Americano instant coffee and Chinese fried yogurt.

The black man in charge of distributing the relief meals recognized him at a glance, and his gaze towards Zhang Ailun became strange.

Bro, how come you're always in this? Did you infiltrate the company? How come you're so well-informed?

I'm thinking of adjusting the delivery time again next time.

Zhang Ailun didn't care about that; all he cared about was the free meal he got.

He doesn't really like drinking mouthwash. Who would drink an iced Americano when there's yogurt to eat?

Even dogs wouldn't drink this stuff.

It's definitely not as good as Catherine's hand-ground coffee.

(End of this chapter)