Chapter 39 Bar Business "Sir, do you need any help? What would you like to drink?" Zhang Ailun came in and took a look around. The bunny girl waitress next to him soon followed and asked him kindly if he needed any service. Zhang Ailun took a look at her. She had bunny ears, a fluffy bunny tail, blonde hair, blue eyes, freckles on her face, an average figure, and an ordinary look. I felt that it was a bit irrational to ask where the trash cans were in the bar as soon as I came in. I might be treated as a beggar and kicked out. Unlike being free on the streets where you can beat anyone you want, it is indeed a bit difficult to rummage through garbage on someone else's property this time. He immediately pulled out a thick roll of banknotes, pulled out a $5 bill, put it on the other person's tray, and replied, "Any drink, anything is fine." When the bunny girl saw how generous he was and that he carried at least a few hundred dollars in cash with him, she knew he must be a wealthy man. Her eyes lit up immediately and she couldn't wait to get close to him. She said in a soft voice, "Sir, we have dark beer, light beer, and single malt beer, 1-2 dollars a glass. We have brandy, whiskey, vodka, and tequila, 2-5 dollars a glass. What would you like to drink?" If you're not careful, you'll hit someone with the ball. "Five dollars." Zhang Ailan smiled, pulled his eyes back from the side, glanced at her strong capital, looked at her, took out another five-dollar bill, stuffed it into the valley of her collar, and said in her ear: "This is a tip for you. Please help me find a quiet place."
He needed to take a closer look at where the compartments were that housed the garbage. The bunny girl gave her a charming look and said, "Follow me, sir." She twisted her hips and walked towards the corridor next door with the plate in her hand. Zhang Ailun immediately followed and came to the end of the corridor. Seeing that there was no way forward, he became confused. But the bunny girl pressed the secret compartment next to her and pushed the door open. Zhang Ailun instantly discovered that this was a different world? Oh shit, did I accidentally trigger the hidden map? Zhang Ailun followed the bunny girl in and immediately noticed that the lighting atmosphere was a little different. The light was light pink and the air was filled with the scent of perfume, which could stimulate people's physical desires to a great extent. Peeking through the curtain, I could vaguely see a few men lying on the beds in the cubicles, with bunny girl technicians next to them giving them massages. Hey! Can this be broadcast live? It seems like all the programs here are paid programs. I said the bar decoration is not that simple... The bunny girl did not lead Zhang Ailun into the compartment right away, but took him to another spacious private room. After entering, he found rows of machines, billiard tables, claw machines, boxing machines, and even mahjong machines, and the room was full of guests. Zhang Ailun immediately understood the purpose of the other party bringing him here. It turned out that this was actually the gambling base. This bar really provided all kinds of services, like a hodgepodge. Under the guidance of the bunny girl, Zhang Ailun picked a machine at random and sat next to a white old man. The old man glanced at him, then looked away indifferently, holding a pen and paper and looking carefully at the lottery numbers on the machine. The 'Quick Scratch' and 'Monopoly' projects, which can be participated in with a minimum of $1, have prizes of up to $66000. Write and draw on it from time to time. "Fxxk!!" When the machine spit out the lottery card, the old white man cursed in a low voice when he saw the number pattern scratched out on it did not match the winning number. I threw the cards into the trash can next to me. There was already a thick stack of them. Even if it was $1 each, I had at least scratched off hundreds of dollars. The bunny girl poured Zhang Allen a glass of $5 whiskey and smiled, "Sir, if you need anything, just let me know."
She then brought up the menu for him. Zhang Ailun looked at the row of service items on it: Leaf brand cigarettes were $5 a pack, morphine aromatherapy and chewing tobacco were $20 a pack, drinks were $2-15 a glass/bottle, and massage service was $50 a time. There doesn't seem to be any extravagant services, at most they are a bit fiddly and hesitant. The prices of the items are much higher than those sold outside, and the atmosphere is romantic. As for some more meaningful services, they were probably not open to the public during this time period. Zhang Ailun nodded, ordered a bottle of Red Bull for $4, took out $5 and put it on the bunny girl's tray, but didn't ask her for change for $1, and took it all as a tip. The bunny girl also smiled sweetly. Zhang Ailun casually asked: "Where are the restrooms and trash disposal areas here? I mean, if I want to throw away a bottle and don't want to bother you, where should I go?" The bunny girl was not surprised by his question. She just smiled politely and said, "It's not far away. You can ask the security guards and cleaners, they will help you." Zhang Ailun looked at the corner in the direction of the finger and found that there was an old black man standing there. He is tall and strong, wearing sunglasses and a black suit. His original skin is very concealable. "Thank you. You go ahead and do your work. I'll call you if I need anything." Zhang Ailun retracted his gaze and smiled politely. The bunny girl nodded, knowing that haste makes waste, so she turned around and walked to the rest area next to her. The waiter who was painting her nails nearby saw her coming and immediately asked, "Mary, do you have a new customer?" Mary nodded. "He was a very wealthy guest. He had at least a few hundred dollars on him." "Is he pretending to be rich? He looks to be in his twenties, how can his wallet compare to those retired white old men? Don't be fooled by others' good looks." Her colleague immediately advised her, "If he offers to take you home after get off work or treat you to a meal, don't agree." Mary smiled and said, "How is that possible? I just earn some service fees. Nothing will happen between us in private. I have a boyfriend." "That's good. Do you still remember our colleague Abby? She was tricked into getting pregnant by a slick-haired white man. She thought he was a rich man with the title of a Hollywood film producer and generous, but she didn't expect him to be a gambler with a lot of debts. He even used Abby's identity to borrow money from a loan shark, but he lost the money and ran away, leaving Abby with a pile of bad debts." "Now Abby has to work three jobs every day. She works eight hours at McDonald's during the day and four hours at the bar at night. After completing her sales quota, she has to try her luck on the street to attract customers. It's really miserable!" Colleagues felt pity and empathized with her. Mary also felt a little regretful. Zhang Ailun walked around and first looked at the 'Quick Scratch' and 'Monopoly' projects played by the white old man. These are types of gambling industry that are very popular in various states, and self-service printers can often be seen in convenience stores on the street. You can participate by quickly scratching the card for as little as $1. The card is printed out through a local device connected to the Internet, and prizes can be awarded up to 20 times in a minute. As long as you scratch out the corresponding pattern of flower knife, stamp, popcorn, and Coke cup, you can win 20, 10, 5, or 2 dollars. You need several identical patterns to win the jackpot. Zhang Ailun saw the white old man scratch twelve tickets in a row within one minute, and he only won 2 dollars, which was not enough to even make back his investment, and he lost all his pants. Unlucky. In less than a minute, $10 was sold for two hundred jars. Dominic must have been heartbroken when he saw this. Zhang Ailun understood the rules and spent $5 to try it out. Five scratches per second, but before he could read the words clearly, the printer showed a red mark. With Zhang Ailun looking confused, he spat out $25.
"You are so lucky!" The white old man said with envy. "It's just so-so." Zhang Ailun replied modestly, took the money and decisively chose to leave. I seriously suspect that this instrument was secretly tampered with and debugged by someone. Newbies will definitely win the prize when they come for the first time. You are after the prize money, and it is after your principal. (End of this chapter)