Later, after confirming that nothing was wrong, Anderson said, "Okay, there's a new bar that's really nice, but I don't want to lose this job..."
"No problem, I'll wait for you at the bar."
"Uh, but you have to promise me not to get drunk before I arrive. I don't want to escort a drunkard home."
"I think I also don't want to get drunk and be escorted home by a man..."
In the neon-lit bar, scattered around a dozen people sat, and it wasn't yet closing time, so there weren't many customers.
Chou Ping scanned the place and walked directly to a girl sitting alone against the wall.
"Hi, may I sit here?"
The girl looked up at Chou Ping, saying indifferently, "Give me a reason!"
"Because you're beautiful. The moment I saw you, I didn't want to leave."
"Hehe, what a lame excuse. If you really want to sit here, I guess I can let you."
The girl assumed a posture of keeping people at a distance, arousing Chou Ping's interest even more.
He shrugged and said, "Hehe, I was just joking earlier. I'm actually a psychic. I just need to know your name, and I can deduce a lot of information about you."
The girl laughed contemptuously, took a sip of her cocktail, and looked at Chou Ping, "Your pick-up skills are really lousy."
After finishing her words, the girl prepared to leave.
Chou Ping stopped her with a hand, "Just say a name, why not give it a try? If I guess right, you only need to buy me a drink. If I'm wrong, I'll buy your drink and promise not to bother you again."
The girl frowned and then raised an eyebrow, "I'm called Kailin. If you're selling insurance, I'm sorry, you've run into a colleague."
Chou Ping smiled slightly, "I need to know if Kailin is really your name."
Kailin took out her driver's license from her bag, "Will this prove it?"
Chou Ping glanced at it, memorizing several pieces of information on the license.
"Yes, it seems that you're an honest girl!"
Kailin snorted, "I have the opposite opinion. You've decreased my liking for people with yellow skin a lot!"
"That's really sorry. Our conversation wasn't pleasant, and it messed up my thoughts. This could affect my deduction."
"Then don't deduce. I'd rather you leave my sight now!" Kailin's expression was not friendly.
Chou Ping spread his hands, "That's a pity, but I remember our agreement."
Saying this, Chou Ping snapped his fingers and called the waiter, paying Kailin's bill.
Seeing that the other party kept their promise, Kailin's face softened slightly, "Even if you pay for my bill, don't expect to gain my favor!"
"It's okay. However, if you're willing, could you tell me why you're sitting alone here and order a Matador cocktail?" Chou Ping said indifferently.
"I finished work early today, and drinking a Matador cocktail is because I like its light green color." Kailin replied stiffly.
"Thank you for your answer. I think we'll meet again."
After speaking, Chou Ping made a gentlemanly gesture and left.
Seeing that Chou Ping really didn't bother her anymore, Kailin's impression of him changed a bit. However, she didn't think she would have any further interaction with this Asian man, as she would be transferred to Chicago for a new job in two days.
Chou Ping, on the other hand, wasn't worried at all. As long as he was willing, he could encounter Kailin in this bar an infinite number of times. Moreover, the next time they met, his psychic ability would surely succeed.
Anderson hadn't finished work yet, so while waiting for him, Chou Ping went through the bar and met a few other girls. In the process, he also spent two hundred dollars and engaged in some adult activities with a hot and unrestrained girl in the bathroom.
...
After Anderson finished work, he hurriedly arrived at the bar. The two of them drank several glasses of dark beer and whiskey.
With the accompaniment of cheerful music, Anderson couldn't help asking, "Chou, can I ask why you didn't go to work today?"
Chou Ping raised the cup on the table, which had half a glass of whiskey, and looked exceptionally beautiful under the light.
"Anderson, do you believe in reincarnation?"
Anderson stared for a moment, "What?"
"It's like when you go to bed at night, and when you wake up, you find it's still yesterday morning. Do you understand what I mean?" Chou Ping said slowly.
Anderson's expression became somewhat strange, "Is it because of this that you didn't go to work today?"
Supporting his forehead with his hand, Chou Ping said, "Hey, buddy, why do you have to focus on the fact that I didn't go to work today?"
Anderson picked up an ice cube, threw it into the glass, drank it in one gulp, and pulled at his collar, saying, "Chou, although the United States is a country with highly religious freedom, spreading cults is still illegal!"
Chou Ping waved his hand, "I didn't spread any cults. I'm telling the truth. Do you believe that I once had a passionate encounter with Sarah in the office, and she, feeling grateful, invited me to continue ravishing her at her home?"
"Chou, I think you should see a psychologist. Maybe you have severe delusional disorder."
With this, the conversation ended in an unpleasant manner. No matter what Chou Ping said, Anderson always felt that Chou Ping was suffering from delusional disorder.
By the end, Chou Ping didn't want to say anything more. After paying the bill, he said, "Interested in going to the casino next door?"
"Oh, no. I think I'm not interested in gambling."
Chou Ping nodded, giving the same answer. He only mentioned it casually and didn't expect Anderson to join him.
"Alright, I'll go play a few rounds myself."
As Chou Ping turned around, his shoulder was pulled, and he looked back to see Anderson with a serious and earnest expression.
"Chou, you have good job skills. I believe if you come to the company on Monday, sincerely apologize, Sarah will forgive you!"
Chou Ping patted him on the shoulder, smiled, and left.
Behind him, Anderson muttered with regret, "Ah, what a pity..."
Entering the casino, taking a deep breath, the high oxygen content in the air made Chou Ping a bit excited.
Checking the time, Chou Ping went to the counter and applied for a loan of $30,000.
For clients like Chou Ping, who borrowed money for gambling and had certain repayment ability, the casino was very welcoming.
After a simple process, along with his own savings and credit card, Chou Ping received a total of $32,000 in chips.
Playing with the chips in his hand, Chou Ping came to a blackjack table.
A middle-aged man with a bald head, after drawing a card and showing an excited expression, turned pale when he
saw his points exceeded twenty-one, going bust.
With an empty wallet in front of him, he could only reluctantly get up and leave.
Chou Ping took the opportunity to sit down.
As the round ended and the next one began, Chou Ping directly bet all his chips.
A few minutes later, surrounded by envious and jealous looks, Chou Ping whistled, stood up with chips worth $64,000, and left...