At nine in the morning, with the cuckoo's "cuckoo" sound, Chou Ping opened his eyes. He reached out to the bedside, remembering that his phone was placed there before he fell asleep last night.
However, when he touched around, it was not there. He suddenly woke up, and time had returned to that Friday morning!
Looking down at the pajamas he was wearing, Chou Ping felt a surge of excitement in his veins.
He quickly got up and looked at the bedside table. His iPhone was neatly placed there, connected to the charger.
Chou Ping grabbed the phone. Even though he had experienced this three times and was mentally prepared, when he saw the date on the screen, his pupils still contracted sharply.
Yes, time had reset again!
It meant that the boss who had assumed various lascivious poses under him had returned to the initial cold appearance.
It meant that the thirty thousand dollars in debt he owed had been cleared. Chou Ping picked up his phone, opened an app, and saw a balance of over ten thousand dollars. Tears welled up in Chou Ping's eyes, and he was almost moved to tears.
The savings he had worked hard for half a year had come back!
No, no, no! Looking at it now, was this money still important?
He opened the refrigerator, looked at the bread and a ham sausage that was about to expire, and Chou Ping shrugged and picked up the bread.
Swoosh! The bread drew a perfect parabola in the air and accurately landed next to the trash can.
A hint of embarrassment flashed across Chou Ping's face. He was about to pick it up and throw it back into the trash can when he suddenly slapped his head.
"Why should I pick it up? Everything will reset in two days anyway!"
Thinking of this, Chou Ping decisively grabbed the ham sausage from the refrigerator and threw it in the direction of the trash can. Still missed, still not picking it up, that's how willful he was!
Humming a tune, he spent half an hour in the bathroom. Seeing the handsome face in the mirror with distinct features, Chou Ping nodded in satisfaction. On ordinary workdays, who had the time to take care of their hair and appearance?
After changing into clothes, Chou Ping leisurely walked out, skillfully avoiding a pile of dog poop.
When he reached the bus stop, the bus was slowly pulling in. Walking to the station, he was just in time for the bus. This was simply too lucky! So, Chou Ping casually hailed a taxi; after all, no matter how much money he spent, it would all reset in two days. Was there a need to save?
"Hey, buddy, where to?" The driver was a young black man who looked like he was in his twenties.
"Let's just drive around the edge of the city, I want to see the scenery along the way."
The black guy muttered Chou Ping's words once, then looked at the Asian in front of him with some surprise. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure!"
After saying that, Chou Ping took out the only two hundred US dollars from his pocket and shook them. The young man immediately smiled and started the car.
"Don't go in front; there will be a traffic jam there!"
Chou Ping reminded. For the sake of money, the black guy smiled and said, "Do you also know there was a car accident in front?"
Before Chou Ping could speak, the young man continued, "A little girl had an accident. She was hit by a sports car while crossing the road. I happened to pass by at that time, and the scene..."
Chou Ping frowned. A child had passed away like this; it was a pity. The resentment over the two delays caused by the car accidents seemed to dissipate.
The young black man was very professional. Not only did he take Chou Ping around the city, but he also acted like a tour guide, explaining the features of each place to Chou Ping.
Of course, most of them were various types of casinos, after all, this was a world-famous gambling city.
After wandering for a long time, Chou Ping satisfactorily had the young man stop at the door of a Michelin three-star French restaurant.
Casually throwing two hundred dollars, under the grateful gaze of the black guy, Chou Ping frowned slightly.
"Hey, buddy, is there anything unsatisfactory?" Chou Ping shook his head. "No, I originally wanted to say something, but I forgot."
"It's okay, I can wait for you!" The money made the black young man appear very patient.
Chou Ping shook his head. "Forget it, let's talk about it next time!"
After speaking, Chou Ping pushed the door and got out of the car. The black man rolled down the car window, showing a row of white teeth and warmly said, "I really hope to serve you again next time!"
Two hundred dollars, this was almost his day's income.
Chou Ping smiled slightly, waved his hand in acknowledgment, and the black guy reluctantly stepped on the gas and drove away.
Seeing the car leaving, Chou Ping suddenly slapped his head. He remembered what he wanted to say.
But it was not necessary now; anyway, time would reset, just ask next time. Now, the most important thing was to enjoy these two days of good times.
Walking into the restaurant, Chou Ping, who had just sat down, was approached by a young waitress with flowing blond hair, tall figure, and delicate face. She handed over the menu, slightly bowed, and asked.
"Sir, may I take your order?"
Chou Ping picked up the menu, glanced at the cheap dishes, ticked them, and then threw the menu on the table. The waitress said formulaically, "Is that all, sir?"
"No, I don't want these, the rest all come!" Chou Ping shook his hand.
The waitress, in disbelief, covered her mouth.
All the dishes on this menu, even the regular customers here, almost no one would order them all. Was this casually dressed young man a low-key rich man?
"Sir, do you need to reconsider?" Chou Ping directly took out his wallet, pulled out a credit card, and shook it. "I can pay first, and I am willing to pay an additional five hundred dollars as a tip. Can I invite you to lunch?"
The waitress blushed, not knowing whether she was moved by Chou Ping's sincerity, or shocked by the lavish promise of five hundred dollars in tips.
"I... I need to ask for permission..."
Chou Ping smiled slightly, very gentlemanly. "It's okay, I can wait for you."
A few minutes later, the waitress hurried back.
"Sir, the manager has agreed. Do I need to change into another outfit?"
Chou Ping shook his head. "No need, I am inviting you to lunch, not inviting the outfit you changed into for lunch."
The waitress blushed even more, sat down, and straightened out the wrinkles on her body.
"Sir, my name is Lucy."
"I'm Chou Ping; you can call me Chou."
As they chatted while eating, the meal took a full two hours, and there were still many dishes left on the table.
"Chou, thank you very much for your hospitality, but I'm sorry, I'm
not that kind of girl..."
Putting down the tableware, Lucy said somewhat nervously.
Chou Ping raised the corners of his mouth. This was the rhythm of finishing the meal and preparing to escape. It didn't matter.
"Of course, I just want to have lunch with you. I am not that kind of man."
After paying the bill, Chou Ping slowly walked out of the restaurant, not pretending to be cultivated but walking slowly because he was too full.
Seeing a series of missed calls on his phone, Chou Ping made a call back, and there was an exclamation on the other end.
"God, Chou, I finally got through to your phone. I hope you can tell me some news because I have some bad news!"
"Oh, what's the bad news?" Chou Ping asked calmly.
"Sara went crazy today for some reason. Because you inexplicably took a day off, she got furious and decided to fire you."
"Oh, I see. Are you off work now? Interested in going for a drink?" Chou Ping's calm demeanor left Anderson somewhat puzzled and concerned.
"Chou, be honest with me. Did something happen to you?"