Jiang Chen didn’t say anything more, took out his wallet, and then pulled out a 50-dollar bill, handing it over.
"Take this, you can leave now."
Although he had firmly entered the realm of the billionaires, Jiang Chen was never a person to frivolously throw away money.
For twenty years before, he lived a life of hardship.
He hadn’t done anything, giving 50 US dollars was already more than generous.
If it hadn’t been for considering not to bring shame to his fellow countrymen from the East, not tarnishing the generous international image that Eastern consumers had built up over the years, he would have even thought about pulling out that 10-dollar bill just now.
"Sir, we can’t accept tips without providing a service."
Jiang Chen thought the other party would know when to stop while they were ahead, but who knew that this clown girl was extremely professional.
Watching the clown girl who waved her hand in refusal, he almost laughed.
Jiang Chen didn’t say anything more, he smoothly took back the money and shoved it back into his wallet, "I know your time is also precious, go out, there’s no need to waste time here and delay your work."
Such a thoughtful customer indeed.
"I can’t leave, if I get rejected, we face very cruel punishment, sir, please let me stay, I promise to satisfy you."
The clown girl pleaded desperately in panic.
Jiang Chen couldn’t help but frown.
Although this line of work indeed was rife with sin, as a world-class hotel, MGM should have already taken the systemic and regulated route, not resorting to such low tactics of coercion.
Being unpopular, just do a KPI assessment or implement a policy of elimination for those with the lowest performance.
Given the level of income from working here, there would be no lack of staff, the ladies standing on the street would surely rush to take the job.
"Then call your boss or manager, I will explain to them, and I assure you they won’t make things difficult for you."
Jiang Chen truly had nothing more to say.
The clown girl shook her head, "It’s useless, sir, I beg you, let me stay..."
With that, she stepped forward two paces, actually trying to grab Jiang Chen’s hand.
Although he did not despise them, seeing the other party cling so persistently, Jiang Chen couldn’t help feeling somewhat upset.
He was about to pull away when suddenly, as the clown girl drew closer, a scent he hadn’t paid much attention to before hit his nose.
Jiang Chen froze, looked again into those amber eyes, and then at the brown hair.
The clown mask and one face seemed to start overlapping.
"Sir, please believe me, I will definitely give you your money’s worth," said the clown girl with language proficiency that was quite outstanding, as she attempted to persuasively cajole and play the victim, lacing Jiang Chen’s mind with seductive pity, "You’re a good person, and you surely wouldn’t bear to see me get punished, right?"
Jiang Chen, whose wrist was grabbed, gradually wore an expressionless face.
"Take off your mask."
"It’s not yet time for that. We haven’t reached that part of the process," said the voice, somewhat muffled due to the mask.
Scenes from Beverly Hills came flooding back into his mind.
Skin, figure, eyes, hair color... even the tone of voice.
Jiang Chen suddenly withdrew his hand and tore off the grinning clown mask.
The clown girl let out a startled cry, and as her hair fluttered down, her true face was finally revealed.
Jiang Chen, holding the mask, was as calm as still water.
"We meet again, Miss Vera."
This clown girl who offered room service was none other than Vera, with whom he had an encounter in Beverly Hills!
"Jiang, can’t you be a little less crude?"
Vera smoothed her hair, her eyes showing a touch of resentment.
Jiang Chen’s mouth twitched slightly.
"Miss Vera, what kind of act are you putting on now?"
Even though he was already 80 percent sure when he removed the mask, seeing her in person, Jiang Chen couldn’t help being surprised.
Meilijian is the world’s fourth-largest country by land area, with 50 states, 3,500 cities, not to mention that one MGM hotel alone has nearly 7,000 rooms.
To encounter each other by chance?
Could such coincidences exist in the world?
Was this girl following him?
Jiang Chen couldn’t help but suspect, but he quickly felt it was unrealistic.
They had only met once; why would she need to do so?
Could it really be fate?
Vera explained, sounding quite natural and entitled.
Jiang Chen didn’t know what to say for a moment.
This girl is really something else.
Others doing this sort of thing always hide it, who would brazenly admit it?
And to see that she apparently felt no shame but pride in it...
"Miss Vera, you’d better tell the truth, or I’m calling the police," he said.
The words from Jiang Chen caused Vera to fall into silence for a while. She couldn’t hold back and suddenly laughed out loud.
"Call the police? Jiang, this is Las Vegas. All services here are within the law."
This man is simply too amusing!
"I mean, I suspect you’re following me," said Jiang Chen as he threw the clown mask aside.
Vera widened her eyes, "Please, do you think that’s likely? I’m just working here, and I didn’t expect it to be you."
She emphasized her identity as a door-to-door service girl once again.
Really is something else.
Jiang Chen had never seen a woman who was so willing to smear herself with dirt.
Some people may love self-deprecation, but even that tends to have limits.
But this girl, she had no taboos.
"You really work here?"
Vera nodded energetically like a pecking chicken, "Yes, I do!"