Driving on these interstates was quite boring, with straight roads stretching to the horizon, making it hard to avoid visual fatigue.
Following the road signs, Zhang Jie slowly drove to a traveler-preferred motel. It looked decent, and most importantly, it was cheap.
After parking, he went to the front desk where a young Hei Mei in a business suit was on duty. Zhang Jie stepped forward and placed his hands on the counter.
"I've been driving all day, and my back is killing me. Do you have a quiet room?"
Hei Mei sized up Zhang Jie, then replied in a flat tone, "Of course, I do. What kind of room do you want? There's only one double room left."
Zhang Jie raised an eyebrow. "If you could arrange a corner suite, I'd appreciate it."
As he spoke, he lifted three fingers from his hand, which had been resting face down, revealing the portrait of Ulysses S. Grant folded into a triangle underneath.
Hei Mei's eyebrows shot up. Oh, he knows the ropes, does he?
She discreetly reached out and pressed down on Zhang Jie's hand, her index finger pushing and hooking, then slowly withdrew her hand.
She pretended to calmly click the mouse a few times. "There's a better room that just became available. Please wait a moment."
After completing the formalities, the front desk gave Zhang Jie a key. "Oh, by the way, what's your license plate number?"
"NYK-2014."
"Uh-huh!"
Then Zhang Jie took the key and went upstairs.
As for the 50-dollar tip for the front desk Hei Mei, Zhang Jie believed this 50 dollars would pay off.
Don't misunderstand, he was referring to his beloved car.
Closing the room door, Zhang Jie lay on the bed. Such long-distance travel was truly exhausting; his back felt like it was folding.
Honestly, using the platform's money to stay in a better suite felt pretty good.
As for the upgrade?
Heh heh, the room fee goes to the boss, but the tip is what I earn.
Then Hei Mei took out her walkie-talkie and said, "*Static* — Hey, Big Black Bull, keep an eye on that yellow car with license plate NYK-2014 in the parking lot. Don't let it get scratched."
"*Static* — Oh! Jessica, you've got some extra income again."
Mike's voice came through the walkie-talkie.
"*Static* — Less talk, ten dollars."
"*Static* — Haha, copy that!"
He didn't care how much Hei Mei actually took; he only cared about the ten dollars he actually got.
His daily wage was only 72 dollars, and now, just by watching a car for one night, he could earn an extra 10 dollars. What easy money!
Zhang Jie, half-asleep in his room, was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door. He immediately grabbed his gun and went to the door.
The knocking continued. Zhang Jie looked out through the peephole, maintaining a distance of 30 centimeters.
Through the peephole, he saw a white woman outside, about 30 years old, with brown hair, thick eye shadow, and chewing gum.
He couldn't see her whole body, but judging by the ample curves of her chest, he knew her figure must be stunning.
"Who is it?"
Hearing a response from inside the room, the woman immediately stopped her actions.
"Hi~ It's me, here to offer some physical and mental pleasure services for your tiring journey."
Hmm, as soon as the woman spoke, Zhang Jie knew what she did.
Well, well, he didn't expect a motel to have special service workers.
But sorry, I'm also a special service worker, so I don't need your services.
"Not needed at the moment, thank you."
Hearing Zhang Jie's words, the woman rolled her eyes. "Are you really sure you don't need some pleasurable services?"
She understood these men perfectly. On the surface, they refused, but deep down, they desperately wanted it. Playing hard to get with me?
Alas, unfortunately, the sound of "not needed" came from inside the door again, making her even stop chewing her gum for a moment.
Oh, I'm giving you face, and you're still putting on airs?
She heard he was Asian. Do Asians really have to be so reserved?
She was about to speak when she heard Zhang Jie say.
"No, really. I still need to sleep, thank you."
These words were full of coldness, showing no desire at all, and the woman finally understood.
So she could only scoff, turn around, and leave.
Jessica watched the woman walk down from upstairs, a hint of surprise in her eyes. "That Asian guy didn't need your services?"
"He might be impotent, no interest at all. Forget it, I'll go chat with Mike instead."
The woman tossed her hair and left, looking displeased.
This made Jessica somewhat curious. It was rare for a man not to need a woman's special services.
"Someone's not interested in Bonnie's figure. That's actually quite interesting."
Hei Mei grumbled, then continued to lean on the counter.
The long night had to be passed slowly like this.
Bonnie arrived at the parking lot and saw Mike, the big Black guy. She walked straight up to him and hooked her arms around Mike's neck.
"Hey, sweetheart, did you miss me?"
Mike lifted his large, fan-like palm and slapped Bonnie's butt.
"Oh, then I really missed you, baby."
Bonnie laughed, her chest jiggling, not caring at all about Mike's hand groping her.
"That Asian guy is really boring; he didn't even want services," Bonnie complained directly to Mike.
Mike wasn't too surprised, as he had witnessed the reserved nature of Asians. However, he was surprised that a woman with a figure as amazing as Bonnie's would be rejected.
"What kind of car did that Asian guy drive?"
Bonnie asked Mike with some curiosity.
Mike pointed to the yellow camaro in front. "That one, baby. That's a V8. I love it so much. You can't think of taking it. I've already collected 10 dollars for watching it."
"Don't worry, on your turf, how could I possibly think of taking it?"
Bonnie took out her phone, snapped a photo of the car, and then sent it out.
"But then again, this car does look really good."
Bonnie said with a smile, then gave Mike's chest a hard pinch, laughing "giggling" as she left amidst Mike's cry of pain.
"Shit, Bonnie, if you do that again, I won't be so nice to you." Mike rubbed his chest, watching Bonnie's swaying butt, and said with a feigned fierce tone.
"I look forward to it~"
Watching Bonnie leave, Mike also had a look of resentment. "Why do I have to be on duty tonight? Damn it, just for that damn 10 dollars?"
In the middle of the night, two thugs came to the motel's parking lot. After looking around, their eyes fell on the bright yellow camaro.
"Look, there's a Chevrolet over there. It's so beautiful."
"Oh shit, it's so sexy!"
The two Black thugs circled the camaro, unable to tear their eyes away. Just then, a tall dark figure appeared behind them, extending his left and right hands to grab the two thugs by the neck.
"Listen, you two punks, this car has paid for protection. Stay away from it, understand!"
With that, Mike threw the two men out.
They landed on their butts, grimacing in pain but not daring to speak.
Everyone in this area knew Mike was famously tough. The two could only leave dejectedly.
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