"Young man, I have the wine you want here, but what does the girl who is drinking with you say?"
The old cowboy relaxed his vigilance, took another wine glass, filled it, then poured half a glass for himself, picked it up, raised it towards Zhou Zhihan, and drank it down in one gulp.
Zhou Zhihan held the bath towel with one hand to prevent it from falling, and picked up the wine poured by the old cowboy with the other hand. He also took a sip, then took out 50 US dollars from his jacket pocket, put it on the table, and pressed the wine glass after drinking. On money.
The old cowboy whistled, then turned sideways on the recliner, stretched out his arms, and knocked on the door behind him.
The door was opened.
On the sofa and bed in the room, there were seven or eight women lying, sitting or lying on their stomachs. Some were smoking, some were eating melon seeds, and they were surrounding a small black and white TV. Among them was the girl who was scared away by Zhou Zhihan.
"Girls, someone wants to buy you a drink!"
The old cowboy turned back toward the house and said.
When I heard that someone was inviting me to drink, seven or eight pairs of eyes suddenly stared at Zhou Zhihan.
"Fuck!"
Zhou Zhihan blurted out in Mandarin, "The old man tricked me again."
The woman in her twenties, with a hot figure, who tidied Zhou Zhihan's room was called Sarah Palin.
Another girl who was scared away by Zhou Zhihan was named Candy Duff.
A woman and a girl returned to his room carrying a lot of whiskey, red wine, and beer, and Zhou Zhihan carrying a bath towel.
It was agreed that the three of them would only drink and chat, and behave themselves accordingly.
otherwise,
People don't come.
You scratch the itch and take medicine. If you don't care about the money, who will come with you?
There are many ways for three people to drink, including Chinese style and American style. They just find an excuse to drink.
Although this handsome man from the East is attractive, Candy Duff and Sarah Palin dare not even think about him.
ill.
And the illness is not serious.
Zhou Zhihan just wants to drink!
So he drinks when he loses and drinks with him when he wins.
Finally, Candy Duff couldn't help it anymore: "You've been like that there and you've taken so many medicines, how dare you drink so much wine? You're not afraid..."
Zhou Zhihan drank another glass of wine, his eyes a little wandering: "Where...am I?"
Candy Duff's face after drinking was even more charming: "It's right there." She stretched out her index finger and pointed at his abdomen.
The two women giggled.
Although he knew that these two women only drank with him for money, the mood of drinking with women was different.
Zhou Zhihan's eyes were a bit dazzled. He wanted to drink high, which was completely different from competing with Sakamoto Ryunosuke.
He made a sign of sudden realization: "Oh... that day, I asked a beautiful technician to make a tattoo for me!"
Zhou Zhihan lied: "There was some bleeding at that time. The wound has healed in the past two days and is a bit itchy. Since this is a military important location, I take medicine every day to reduce inflammation and prevent infection!"
The two women were curious at the same time, waiting for him to continue talking about what was tattooed there.
But Zhou Zhihan's eyelids were heavy, so he drank the glass of wine in front of him, gave the two women ten dollars each, and then gave Sarah Palin five dollars, took away his underwear in the bathroom, washed them, and put them away. Drying it by the stove, it will be delivered to him at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning for him to wear.
After dragging and pushing the two women away, Zhou Zhihan closed the door, fell into bed and fell asleep.
the next morning,
Zhou Zhihan gets up at 6:50, brushes his teeth and washes his face.
There was a knock on the door.
It was Sarah Palin who delivered the clean underwear.
Zhou Zhihan opened the door a crack.
Sarah Palin handed over the underwear and said, "There's nothing on them!"
"There is nothing in the first place! What else can there be?"
Zhou Zhihan took the underwear and closed the door.
I washed my face, put on my clothes, walked out of the room, and when I handed over the key, the old thing was still there, as if it had never needed to sleep.
After asking where the Overseas Chinese Association in New York was, Zhou Zhihan walked out of the hotel door, and the old cowboy's voice came from behind: "Girls want to know, what the hell is your tattoo?"
"airplane!"
"Fuck...ks, why do you want an airplane tattoo?"
"Because I'm a pilot, that's why!"
Zhou Zhihan rode away on his bicycle, leaving the old cowboy with a confused look on his face. You can cut whatever firewood you find in any mountain. In a place like this, there is no need to take what you say and do seriously.
“F…uck!”
After a long time, the old cowboy came back to his senses and cursed with a smile.
Today, Zhou Zhihan needs to find out where the Overseas Chinese Association is and find an opportunity to send the golden secret there, but he has to go around Miko's house in Xiangshan first.
The body of Meiko Xiangshan will be discovered soon. The gas leak in the house will attract the attention of the neighbors. It is also possible that the neighbors discovered her body late last night. At this point, the chance is too great and he cannot control it.
Ten minutes later, Zhou Zhihan rode his bike to Robinson Street.
Sure enough, from a distance, I saw many people gathered in front of the villa at No. 21 Robinson Street. Several police cars and ambulances flashed their lights. A police cordon was set up around the villa, and police and medical personnel came in and out.
Meiko Kayama's neighbor must have smelled the gas leak and knocked on the door, only to find her dead.
Zhou Zhihan walked into a coffee shop not far from Villa No. 21 and ordered a cup of coffee. While tipping the waiter, he smiled and asked why there were so many police and crowds not far away.
The waiter told Zhou Zhihan that the beautiful woman living in Villa No. 21 died of gas poisoning. Just an hour or two ago, someone smelled a strong smell of gas coming from her house. They knocked on the door but got no answer, and then called the police. When the police and ambulance arrived, the woman in the house had been dead for a long time. I heard that the bodies were rigor mortis.
The waiter left, and Zhou Zhihan flipped through this morning's newspaper. It wasn't until several medical staff in white coats carried a body covered in white cloth out of Villa No. 21, put it into an ambulance and pulled it, that Zhou Zhihan barely touched it. After drinking the coffee, I left the coffee shop.
Zhou Zhihan rode his bicycle north along the road in the city center. There were not many cars on the roads in New York at this time. He rode the bicycle very fast. He asked several people along the way and finally arrived at the lower town at the southern end of Manhattan in New York City. Chinatown.
Seeing Chinatown from a distance, Zhou Zhihan felt a little excited. Before time travel, he often saw Chinatown in newspapers and TV, but didn't think anything of it.
Now in a foreign country, he suddenly saw so many Chinese faces and so many Chinese elements on both sides of the street. For an instant, Zhou Zhihan felt like a wanderer returning to his hometown.
"Boss, please bring a bowl of soy milk, two fried dough sticks, two cages of steamed dumplings, one cage with vegetarian filling and one cage with meat filling."
Zhou Zhihan came to the door of a soy milk bun shop, sat at a small table at the door, and said this to the boss who was busy greeting the guests inside and outside the house.
"Brother, here are the soy milk and fried dough sticks. One vegetarian bun and one meat bun. There are shredded pickles over there. You can get whatever you like!"
The boss's authentic Tianjin dialect made Zhou Zhihan smile.
That’s so authentic!
After breakfast, Zhou Zhihan asked the boss to pack up two cages of xiaolongbao and take them away. Then he rode along the street. From a distance, he saw a two-story Chinese-style building standing in a three-story building in Chinatown. At the fork in the road, there are four big characters written on the house plate - Overseas Chinese Association.
Zhou Zhihan stood in the distance and watched quietly. He didn't need to go in, he just needed to find where the Overseas Chinese Association was, send the gold in at night, and leave a note saying it was a donation.
With his current skills, he can do it quietly. If he sends the gold in openly, it will definitely arouse the suspicion of others. How did you, an international student, get 20 kilograms of gold?
Just when Zhou Zhihan was about to turn around and leave, suddenly, two familiar faces came into his sight.
