Chapter 650: Chapter 296 Food Stamps
Not long after, Old Karl drove over in a Cadillac along with a convoy, and as soon as he opened the door, two hunting dogs jumped out, followed by a few scantily clad, hot-bodied white chicks.
Old Karl laughed heartily and gave the General Sect Leader a hug, “Are you satisfied with the gift I brought you?”
“Not bad.” Allen Zhang nodded his head, “Actually, I also have a gift for you.”
With that, he took out two videotapes and handed them to Old Karl.
Old Karl glanced at the peach-colored packaging of the videotapes, his expression odd, “You actually saved two for me? I don’t really have any use for these things.”
“When you can’t hold your head up high, you’ll find them useful,” Allen Zhang said with a slight smile.
“Who do you think you’re looking down on!” Old Karl’s face turned red with anger.
“I didn’t come all this way to be teased by you this late. It’s completely dark here, hardly a place suitable for a party. Let’s go to my place, and we’ll start the next party,” Old Karl invited.
Allen Zhang considered it for a moment and agreed. After all, it was already late, not quite suitable for traveling back to Los Angeles, so he decided to stay here and rest.
He left the Beggar Gang Disciples at the ranch and took Boketu and a few others in Old Karl’s convoy to his ranch. Like Old Karl had said, this old fellow really knew how to enjoy life; basically, all the attractive, well-shaped spicy girls nearby had been invited by him to his ranch for the party.
The party wasn’t as grand as Madison’s private island gatherings, lacking many celebrities from different fields, models, and female actresses, but it mainly featured a pure rural-town charm.
With Old Karl’s call: “Continue the music, continue the dance,” the atmosphere heated up again.
General Sect Leader was also approached by several spicy girls, and even bumped into a few acquaintances he had met in bars before. This made the General Sect Leader feel awkward, as he was known for his hit-it-and-quit attitude.
“Mr. Jin. Last time I added you on the contact list, you didn’t respond; have you been too busy?”
Listen, they were even making excuses for the General Sect Leader themselves. Some even wanted to take the opportunity to get the General Sect Leader drunk and suggested playing games in the adjacent private room.
Allen Zhang thought about it for a while and agreed.
The second round of the ranch party lasted till 5 AM before ending. Old Karl tragically realized he couldn’t keep up and had already taken some people away earlier to study the precious discs the General Sect Leader had given him, in hopes of saving himself.
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Allen Zhang woke up refreshed from the waterbed in Old Karl’s house, stretched lazily.
He reached out and touched something soft.
Turning his head, he saw a dazzling array of white, with several white chicks clinging to him like octopuses.
Recalling the previous day’s poker game, the General Sect Leader hadn’t lost at all from the beginning to the end. The others were dressed scantily and played poorly. After several rounds, they just had to accept their punishment.
Allen Zhang pushed them away, got out of bed, and walked into the shower room for a quick wash, and got dressed.
After coming out, looking at the messy scene in the room, the floor scattered with colorful little cloths, and exceedingly thin, one would think they couldn’t afford clothes!
He picked up the sticky pink toys from the ground, cleaned up the scene, and put them on the bedside table.
Allen Zhang left the room, walked downstairs, and saw several energetic spicy girls playing finger-guessing games and partying with Beggar Gang Disciples, apparently having stayed up all night.
He greeted them, poured himself a cup of coffee to wake up, “What’s going on? Are you still playing games here?”
“Boss, we played guessing games and card games all night long. Those who lost had to drink coffee, and the more we drank, the more awake we became and couldn’t fall asleep. Eventually, we just started a third round of gathering.”
The Beggar Gang Disciples stared with dark circles under their eyes and yawned, with a few already asleep next to them. “For the sake of men’s dignity, we absolutely can’t lose!”
Allen Zhang glanced at the lively spicy girls, who were used to staying up all night as night owls, decided to leave them be, and brewed a cup of black coffee for himself, “Where are Sieg and Boketu?”
“They just got up and should be in the kitchen helping with breakfast,” replied a disciple of the Beggar Gang.
“Okay.” Allen Zhang nodded, finished his black coffee, and went to find food.
Only to realize in the ranch’s kitchen that they couldn’t cook breakfast at all.
The two of them were panicking in front of the frying pan, arguing whether to put onions or butter first when grilling steaks. The cook looked helpless and weirdly at the two as the eggs got fried to a crisp, the bread burnt, and both onions and steaks turned black and inedible.
Were they seriously here to mess around?
And there were people who were good at their job.
Seeing the arrival of the General Sect Leader, the cook, as if seeing a savior, came over and pleaded, “Sir, please help me, talk to them. This place really doesn’t need so many hands.”
“Are you a chef hired by Old Karl?” Allen Zhang nodded, looking at the cook with graying hair.
“I’m Old Karl’s cousin. After he got rich, he brought me over, allowing our family to live here and help out. He used to love the food I made the most,” said the cook. “My daughter, Sha Wen, very much respects you, and she should have also attended the party yesterday.”
“…I see.” Allen Zhang remembered there was indeed a white girl named Sha Wen who played poker with him yesterday, and she was extremely energetic – the first and the last.