After finishing his evening routine, Chou Ping lay down on the bed and once again picked up the hypnotic tool, the music theory basics.
Flipping through the first few pages, he had the illusion that he had already mastered these music theory basics.
Chou Ping couldn't help but grin; for the past two days, he had been practicing finger techniques, and the music theory basics hadn't been systematically explained by Tammy. How could he have mastered them so easily?
If it were that easy, learning the piano wouldn't be considered challenging at all.
Turning to page twenty-something, a wave of drowsiness hit him, accompanied by a faint sense of hunger.
Chou Ping was puzzled; he had eaten a substantial meal just the night before and hadn't engaged in any strenuous activity. Why was he hungry again?
However, the overwhelming fatigue prevented him from dwelling on it. The book slipped from his hands, and even breathing resonated evenly in the room.
Bang! The sound of shattered glass echoed, and Chou Ping woke up from his slumber. It was the third time, and Chou Ping had become accustomed to it.
He silently cursed the person who broke his window, got out of bed, feeling a rumbling in his stomach and discomfort.
"Indeed, does this feeling persist even through time resets?"
It seemed like he needed to visit the hospital for a check-up. After a simple wash, he headed straight to the fast-food restaurant downstairs.
"Give me twenty hamburgers and five large cups of cola!"
Seeing the cashier at the counter with a slightly open mouth and no movement, Chou Ping wondered, "What's wrong, don't you have them?"
"No, sir... it's sixty-five yuan in total."
After paying, and as soon as he received the order slip, Chou Ping found a seat.
A few minutes later, a waiter arrived with a tray containing ten hamburgers and three cups of cola.
Seeing the food in front of him, Chou Ping couldn't control his appetite, and after thanking the waiter, he started devouring the meal. The waiter stood by, hesitant to speak, and after a while, left.
"He's really hungry, hasn't eaten for who knows how many days. Pity the guy."
"But I'm sure he can't finish five hamburgers. Being hungrier doesn't mean you can eat more."
"No, I disagree. I feel like he can eat all of those hamburgers."
Inside the cashier's area, the waiter and cashier were quietly discussing, and their topic was Chou Ping.
"Okay, let's make a bet. Starting with five, for each one he eats beyond that, you give me ten yuan. How about that?"
"What if he doesn't eat up to five?"
"For each one less, I'll give you ten yuan. Deal?"
"Okay, he's on his second one now. Look, he's desperately drinking cola; it seems he can't eat more."
If Chou Ping knew about this little betting game, he would surely place a bet.
At this moment, he felt like there was a separate space inside his stomach; the food he ate seemed to disappear, leaving no sensation.
Half an hour later, the waiter swallowed saliva with a face full of amazement. There was only one hamburger left for the guy. If he finished it, he would owe the cashier a whopping fifty dollar.
"Haha, buddy, what do you think? I know he could eat them all."
"Do you know why? Because when he ordered, I didn't see much desire in his eyes, just calmness. Being able to order so calmly means he's confident he can finish it!"
The waiter rolled his eyes; what a strange theory. There was no logic to it at all.
"Hey, buddy, can you bring the remaining hamburger over?" Chou Ping waved towards the counter.
Feeling like he had been hit on the head, the waiter quickly said, "Hey, our bet was only for those ten hamburgers, nothing else!"
"Relax, can you settle the bill, my friend?"
The waiter rolled his eyes and reluctantly took out his wallet, muttering, "Damn, eating so much and not afraid of getting sick. You made me lose so much money!"
Chou Ping, who was busy eating, was oblivious to being scolded. If he knew, he would feel very wronged. He didn't intend to eat so much...
After finishing all the hamburgers, Chou Ping received a flyer about a competitive eating contest from the cashier.
The cashier confidently assured him that if he maintained this eating state, winning the championship would be a sure thing.
Leaving the restaurant, Chou Ping strolled around the supermarket, carrying two large bags of food. In case he got hungry again at night, he would have something to eat.
After tidying up at home, checking the time revealed it was only half past ten. Chou Ping decided to take a taxi to the hardware and glass store.
After a familiar conversation, Chou Ping gestured, "One hundred and fifty, buddy, that's the most I can offer! If not, forget it."
The white young man hesitated for a moment but finally nodded in agreement. A smile appeared on Chou Ping's face; saving one or two hundred wasn't a big deal. He just wanted to assert himself, having felt very uncomfortable after being deceived the previous times.
Sitting in the pickup truck, an hour later, back at home.
"Look how sturdy this glass is; you only spent one hundred and fifty, what a great deal!"
The bald guy spoke with a slightly displeased expression in his eyes. This yellow-skinned guy was really good at bargaining; there was no need to ask, he must be from Huaxia.
Chou Ping patted him on the shoulder, "Thanks, if I need it in the future, I'll definitely look for you first!"
"Alright, here's my business card. If there's nothing else, I'll leave!" The bald guy packed up his tools.
Chou Ping glanced at the phone number on the card, then politely said, "Buddy, since you're already here, how about having a cup of coffee before you go?"
This was in line with his principle of not letting any opportunity to get something for free slip by. The bald guy, with a big grin, casually sat down, ready to finish his coffee before leaving.
Taking advantage of this time, Chou Ping went to the bathroom for a good grooming.
When Chou Ping came out, the white young man had just finished his coffee.
"Done drinking, buddy, shall we go?" Chou Ping called out.
The white young man was somewhat stunned, "Go where?"
"Aren't you going back to your shop? I happen to be going in that direction; I'll give you a ride."
At this moment, the mood of the bald guy was like he had eaten a fly. He couldn't help but calculate silently in his heart.
Taking a cab from here to his shop would cost at least ten dollars, while a cup of instant coffee was only a dollar. If there was a discount at the supermarket, it might even be cheaper.
This miserly guy only spent a dollar, unknowingly saving him nine dollars!
Getting into the pickup truck, Chou Ping called Kailin.
"Hi, Kailin, what are you up to?"
"Oh, Chou, I'm working on the investment plan for your funds."
"Thank you, Kailin. Let's have lunch together; I'll
be waiting for you at the Brook Steakhouse next to Medsen Hospital!"
"Uh... okay."
After hanging up the phone, Chou Ping felt elated, while the bald guy driving the car was the complete opposite...