There are profiteers wherever they go.
Zhou Jinru took out a few more coins and said, "Take yourself a drink."
“The boss is awesome!”
Croissant stretched out his hand with a smile on his face, threw all the coins into the cash box, skillfully took out an opened bottle of wine from under the bar, and poured himself a glass.
"Servant of the Shivaash family, what news do you want to know?"
Zhou Jinru was stunned for a second, then looked down at his clothes and realized that he had not changed when he came out, so that he was recognized by others now.
"Tell us about the distinguished guests from the Yan Kingdom."
Croissant put down her wine glass, leaned forward, and leaned against the bar. Her body movements squeezed her chest, revealing a deep ravine. She had just drank wine, with a touch of red on her lips, and lowered her voice: "Yan The noble lady of the country is a great beauty, and even your master may not have the opportunity to communicate with the noble lady in person, so why are you asking about her?"
Zhou Jinru drank the milk calmly: "Just think of me as a toad who wants to eat swan meat."
According to Croissant's description, it is basically certain that the distinguished guest from the Yan Kingdom is Jingzhe, but in what capacity will Jingzhe appear in the plot?
"I only know this much about the VIP residence in the Londinium West Region. Do you still want to sneak in?"
The milk in the glass bottomed out. Zhou Jinru casually took out a paper towel, wiped the milk stains on the corner of his mouth, and chuckled: "Just ask, I'm going to have some fun, see you later."
Watching the man push open the door of the bar and disappear into the night, the bartender shook his head slightly, with some unexplainable meaning in his eyes.
When Zhou Jinru walked out of the bar door, he passed by several blue-collar workers. One of them accidentally bumped into him. He hurriedly said sorry and entered the bar.
Going out to have some fun was just an excuse, and Zhou Jinru's inquiring about information was also a cover. What he was really thinking about was how this sitcom would unfold.
There was no camera, no director, or even clear lines. All the actors received their identity cards and performed in their true colors on the stage.
"The mood of Croissant has not changed. She has completely integrated into her role as a bartender. I can't tell that her acting skills are so good. I can't find any flaws in my emotional perception."
Zhou Jinru was walking on the street. When he passed by a bakery, he bought a piece of ham and butter bread and started to eat it on the street. The glass of milk he drank before was just an appetizer. He felt hungry in his stomach. He would eat it at the dinner party tomorrow night. So much...
The molars of his cheeks chewed the sweet bread, enjoying the satisfaction brought by the natural butter. The only drawback was that there were only two thin slices of ham. He finished the food quickly, crumpled the paper packaging into a ball, and held it in his hand. Palm.
"I'm not hungry now, and my physiological needs are met. I should have thought that this is not a virtual world, but a real life. In reality, I am still in bed, but in the spiritual world, I have become a silver-gray man. servant."
Zhou Jinru raised his head and looked at the groggy sky, which was filled with light mist.
There is no doubt that this is a dream that has been held many times and has been recognized by many countries. They use this technology to make movies.
"You are not allowed to behave beyond your own status in the sitcom, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences."
Zhou Jinru silently recited the role-playing rules on the identity card. In fact, this rule has no effect. It is normal for people to do anything in dreams...
No!
not like this!
Yin Hui is the head of the family in the dream, and everything he does follows his role;
The same goes for the bartender Croissant in the bar. He works hard, but the only thing that is hard to change is his profiteer nature;
And Zhou Jinru, at the beginning of the sitcom, seemed to have really turned into a valet, driving the car wholeheartedly and not doing anything beyond his status.
"So this ID card also has psychological implications in it?"
Zhou Jinru held the small card in his hand, strolled into an entertainment center, and went straight to the card table. He wanted to verify it.
"Sir, sir, you have to buy chips first."
When he walked into the entertainment area, a waiter wearing a white shirt and a red vest stopped him and reminded him that he could only join the game after purchasing chips.
Zhou Jinru took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket, bought a bunch of chips, and sat alone at an empty card table, looking like a money-splitting boy that all players loved to see.
"Sir, it is recommended that you start your first game with blackjack. After you warm up, you can get the best enjoyment from playing dominoes or Texas Hold'em."
The waiter's words were very tactful, and the subtext was to advise Zhou Jinru to stop ordering and try not to lose all his money here.
This is a common conversational technique. Zhou Jinru is not a newbie. He took out a banknote from his pocket and said, "Thank you for explaining, I'm very happy."
He added: "I don't like card games. Is there any other good recommendation? It's better to be simple and easy to understand."
"Roll the dice and compare the sizes. What do you think?"
"Can."
The waiter led Zhou Jinru into a single room with a dark red door. There was a young man with blond hair sitting in front of the card table. He seemed to have applied a lot of hair gel, and his half-long hair went down to the top of his head, revealing a rather dangerous hairstyle. boundary line.
"Mr. Anderson, this is today's guest."
While introducing the blond young man, the waiter explained to Zhou Jinru: "Mr. Anderson will play ten games here every day. You can enjoy the fun as much as you like."
Zhou Jinru glanced at Anderson, who was sitting opposite him, and chuckled: "Interesting."
"Playing dice and comparing sizes, few people can accept such a boring game."
The blond young man named Anderson seemed to be explaining something. He pressed the red cup with his right hand and shook it gently.
Zhou Jinru listened to the sound of the dice hitting the wall of the cup and said with some surprise: "Only one dice?"
"Only one."
Anderson smiled and nodded: "One dice is enough. Let's start a gambling game. I sit on the right side of the card table. I bet big."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the dice shaking stopped, and the hand holding the cup quickly picked it up. The dice lay quietly on the table, with the number at one, and the bright red characters seeming to mock Anderson's words.
Zhou Jinru said nothing. Watching Anderson push a few chips over, the blond young man was not discouraged. He shook his head and chuckled: "This is just the first round."
"It's hard to say luck."
Snap.
Plop!
I don’t know what happened, but one leg of the stool under Anderson’s butt suddenly broke, and he fell over under the card table.
Zhou Jinru quickly stood up and pulled him over: "Mr. Anderson, how are you?"
"I'm fine."
Anderson's answer sounded a bit gritty.
Boom, boom, boom.
There was a knock at the door: "Mr. Anderson, how are you?"
Anderson yelled: "I'm fine, please bring a kettle of hot water."
The sound of leaving footsteps was heard outside.
