Catherine took a drink and said to Zhang Cheng, "You go play for a while, I'll go back to the room and talk to Stephanie." ”

Catherine had just left on the front foot, and a Yanma with dyed blonde hair sat down on the back foot and said to Zhang Cheng, "Don't you want me to have a drink?" ”

Zhang Cheng motioned to the bartender to bring her a drink, and the golden Yanma spoke: "Cocktail." ”

The Yanmar, who ordered a cocktail, began to play around Zhang Cheng, who believed that if it weren't for the five million dollars in chips in the box in front of him, he would have dodged as far away as he could have - Zhang Cheng's sports car could have almost the same effect on the street as the chips in front of him.

Although it is not as difficult as it was a few decades ago for Chinese Americans to pick up foreign girls, most of the current situation is that American foreign girls are chasing more. On the whole, the Chinese are not a passionate, unrestrained, dare to love and hate nation, but are very shrewd in the calculation of various interests in the open and in the dark, and the more foreigners know about China, the more they Chinese look like Jews - Chinese monks sell Emperor Wu of Liang and Judas sell Jesus.

In the face of the Yanma sent to the door, Zhang Cheng even didn't eat it, and felt that it was not bad to have someone to accompany him, except that the perfume smell was bigger (Zhang Cheng suspected that it might be to suppress body odor), and there was nothing wrong with big breasts, big butts and long legs - since I wanted to fish Kaizi in the VIP room, I still had some physical capital.

After two drinks, Zhang Cheng hooked up with the Yanmar named Britney and went to the table. Zhang Cheng sat down at the Texas Hold'em table, and Britney sat on Zhang Cheng's lap with her arms around Zhang Cheng's head and leaned against her chest. When the new game began, Zhang Cheng motioned to the dealer to deal him a card. Because of the location, Zhang Cheng went to the bottom of the small bottom.

Three cards in a row, Zhang Cheng's hand and hole cards are not hit, some pass directly, and some are followed by a few hole cards before they die.

Zhang Cheng doesn't think it's unlucky, and it's really unlucky to meet the side with the small card. Then Zhang Cheng's next few hands really hit the rival card, his two pairs met other people's threes, and his straight met the opponent's flush. Another big game in the VIP room is hundreds of thousands and millions at every turn, and after a few rounds, most of the chips Zhang Cheng won below are gone.

Just when the Yanma sitting on his lap was greatly reduced to Zhang Cheng, who had lost most of his net worth, Zhang Cheng suddenly began to turn over again. The cards turned over again. Originally, Zhang Cheng felt unlucky, and wanted to lose after returning to the room and Catherine under the in-depth exchange, but there were no cards in his hand, but this game has been followed, and it turned out that everyone was a small pair. When the cards were opened, Zhang Cheng's pair of kings turned out to be the biggest cards on the table.

It's not one or two who take advantage of this game to steal chickens. Zhang Cheng won back more than half of what he lost before. Zhang Cheng looked at the expressionless faces of the playing cards on the table, and complained in his heart: They are all old fritters.

Looking at these expressionless old fritters, Zhang Cheng really missed 21 o'clock at this time. Regardless, blackjack is the only game that is favorable to the player. Without some means, these old fritters are really difficult to deal with.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng threw a chip to the dealer, and left with a big Yanma and nearly four million chips, a group of old fritters secretly called unlucky, and wanted to give him some sweetness in the last game, seducing him a little bit of mud, but I didn't expect this to slip away so fast.

Seeing that Zhang Cheng is not gambling much now, the big Yanma on the side took the time to say, "Do you want to try my daughters' kung fu?" In this hotel, I have a presidential suite for a long time. ”

It turned out to be his mother Sang, or not, occasionally going out to hunt game is in line with Zhang Cheng's character, but Zhang Cheng's question came: "Wait, I remember that Las Vegas is forbidden to sell ......"

The blonde Yanma mother Sang: "Of course, it's the cost of your temporary accommodation for them to go to college, just use chips." Saying that, the blonde Yanma gestured, and Zhang Cheng, who didn't know how to speak dumbly at all, suddenly understood the meaning of this gesture, and asked for 10,000 US dollars in chips for one night. Zhang Cheng generously paid double the sponsorship fee.

I see, if you don't pay for it, it's not a prostitute - in the United States, you sometimes have to learn to take advantage of legal loopholes.

Blonde mother Sang took Zhang Cheng to the room, and seven young and energetic little Yanmars in the house surrounded her, and Mother Sang left a sentence: "Entertain the guests well." "It's like the 24-hour waiter in the presidential suite.

Seven little Yanmars dressed in dresses immediately surrounded Zhang Cheng as a familiar guest who couldn't be more familiar, Zhang Chengxin said, could this be the story of the prince and the seven little princesses?

When asked what his name was, Zhang Cheng said casually: "Just call me His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

Hearing this, the seven little princesses in dresses laughed together, and in the midst of the laughter and screaming, the six little princesses moved together, picking up the little princess who seemed to be the stupidest and the slowest to react, the stupidest little princess was held down by the four little princesses on the sofa and tore the dress, and the two little princesses lifted the clothes that got in the way for Zhang Cheng and pushed Zhang Cheng forward and said: "Please pamper this little princess with His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

In the case that Zhang Cheng basically didn't resist, a few prank little princesses helped Zhang Cheng into the hole - Zhang Cheng was so happy that he almost didn't do anything, it seems that there are really many people with great strength.

After more than two hours, Zhang Cheng left the presidential suite with a mood and body that didn't know whether it was satisfaction or emptiness, or both, and threw a handful of chips on the big bed as a tip.

Outside, Zhang Cheng, who didn't want to gamble anymore, took a travel guide to the hotel to see what the hotel's arrangements were at this time of year - Las Vegas was more lively at night.

In the hotel guide, Zhang Cheng saw that during this time period, in addition to the movie hall showing midnight horror movies, another small hall that is usually used for performances is holding a small auction, and between midnight horror movies and auctions, Zhang Cheng chose the auction.

When Zhang Cheng received a sign and entered the small hall auction, the auction was about to come to an end, and there were originally more than a dozen lots, and the competition was not fierce, but the auction speed was still quite fast.

Zhang Cheng, who soon sat down, ushered in today's finale, only to listen to the auctioneer above: "This painting has a history of more than 900 years, it was painted by a Chinese emperor when he was young, and later it was collected by another Chinese emperor in a royal garden, and finally left China in the chaos ......of war."

Zhang Cheng: You just said that the Eight-Nation Coalition took it from the Summer Palace.

After the auctioneer's introduction, the two staff members hung up the framed painting, which was nearly two meters long and half a meter wide, and invited experts to come to the stage to appraise and comment on Yunyun......

Although Zhang Cheng sat far away, his eyes were good, and he knew that it should be a painting of Song Huizong when he looked at the inscription in gold on it - although there are many masters who can imitate handwriting in ancient and modern times, but in front of experts like Zhang Cheng, this kind of thing cannot be imitated. There is a small Taoist temple on the painting, and there is a napping Taoist and a few butterflies in the Taoist temple.

Not long after the expert appraisal, the auction began, as Zhang Cheng expected, even though China's collection fever has been many years, but foreigners still can't understand and continue to understand, this is not antique porcelain, so it is natural that the reserve price of three million US dollars has encountered a cold field - Chinese antiques Chinese calligraphy and painting are not very sought after in foreign countries.

When the auctioneer shouted three million for the second time, Zhang Cheng lazily raised the sign. The auctioneer was excited and shouted, "No. 96, three million, and there are no higher." There is a higher no, three million for the first time. Okay, on the 18th, this lady is out of three million and one hundred thousand ......."

Zhang Chengxin said: Your sister, if Lao Tzu doesn't raise his card, you don't want a price, right?

However, Zhang Cheng wanted to buy this painting not for pure collection, but for great use, and after the auctioneer shouted 3.8 million for the second time, Zhang Cheng shouted: "Four million." ”

Even if you know that there is an auction house among the bidders, there is no way, who wants it. followed a few calls and calls, and finally Zhang Cheng bought this painting of Song Huizong for 5.5 million US dollars.

After inspecting the painting, Zhang Cheng swiped his card to get this picture of a quiet and inactive Taoist priest - napping is not quiet and inaction.

In the early hours of the morning, Zhang Cheng and Stephanie flew back to the ranch - Zhang Cheng didn't expect that he would also fly around every day, such a fast-paced life Zhang Cheng came occasionally, if it was like this every day, Zhang Cheng would rather go to herd cattle.

Anyway, I had already gone to school yesterday to take a photo, and Zhang Cheng, who had more important things to do on this day, simply skipped class.

Zhang Cheng hung up the picture of the Taoist priest in the study, took out the golden feathered serpent statue and put it in his left hand, pinched a seal in his right hand, and pointed at the Taoist who was napping on the picture.

After stretching his waist, he stood up straight, and then looked at the face of the Taoist on the picture, but there was a nine-point resemblance to Zhang Cheng. When Zhang Cheng saw this, his heart moved: It's done.

Zhang Cheng turned around, the golden feathered serpent statue on his left hand was put away, and he had already changed into an azure Tai Chi robe, a dao crown, black cloth-soled boots, and a one-meter-high gourd on his back.

After packing up the instrument, Zhang Cheng stepped forward and stepped into the painting, which made a circle of ripples like water ripples at the same time as Zhang Cheng stepped in.

Zhang Cheng only felt a trance in front of him when he stepped into the painting, and then saw that he had arrived in a slightly dilapidated small Taoist temple.

The only small Taoist priest in the Taoist temple saw the next Taoist priest coming from the painting of the imperial gift, and he was so shocked that he forgot to eat half of the pear in his hand and fell to the ground.

Zhang Cheng saw that there was a little Taoist, and thought to himself, so he asked about the situation at the bottom of the sea, so he said to the little Taoist priest with a pleasant face: "I am an immortal in the painting, and I should come here from a distance of the emperor of the world, I don't know what year and month it is?" ”

The little Taoist priest was pleasantly surprised when he heard this, and almost fainted, and he couldn't stop saying: "Hey, the immortals, the immortals are coming, the immortals are coming......

The little Taoist priest ran out while shouting, and when he crossed the threshold, he fell and his hair was scattered, and the wolf was unbearable but unconscious.

Zhang Chengxin said what is going on, I will go crazy first when I come to ask the era, let's go back first, anyway, the door has been opened and it is convenient to come again. Zhang Cheng turned around, stepped into the painting and returned to the study of the ranch villa. (To be continued......)