Las Vegas is just like that.
As the largest city in Nevada, it is comparable to cities in China, with the same flashing neon lights and the same decadence and extravagance.
This city is given two extreme reputations at the same time, "the city of sin" and "the city of marriage".
Here, evil and romance coexist.
After Shen Huan got the "divorce certificate" from the church, she took a taxi and hurried to the casino where she worked part-time.
Yes, she is "divorced".
In fact, it cannot be considered a "divorce". Many churches here can directly issue a "marriage certificate" to the newlyweds as long as you want.
The so-called "divorce" is nothing more than a certificate of dissolution of a relationship.
Marriage and divorce are not as difficult as you think.
It was overcast and rainy, and the fog covered the entire city. The wipers on the windshield occasionally brushed away the white mist that blocked the view.
After getting off the car, Shen Huan's mind was still only on the "divorce certificate".
It is made of light yellow hard paper, A4 size, with a few lines of black cursive English, and looks like a certificate.
"Crystal, you're late again." The speaker was Shen Huan's supervisor, a short black girl with dreadlocks mixed with colorful ribbons, which made her look very unique.
Shen Huan smiled apologetically and brushed off the water droplets on her shoulders. "Sorry, Vena, I kept you waiting. I won't do it after today. I'm going back to my country."
"No, the third floor is reserved tonight by an Asian guy. He's quite wealthy. You could get to know him. Maybe..."
"Forget it. Asia is so big, who knows where he is from? I just want to go back to my homeland."
Shen Huan has made up her mind to leave. People here seem to have no sense of belonging to their hometown, but she is different.
"Who said I asked you to go home with him? I meant... to take advantage of the opportunity to make a few tips. You Asians are always generous."
Chen Huan just smiled and said nothing. No matter how rich you are, you will lose everything if you come to a place like this.
I went into the locker room, changed into the uniform black work clothes, applied hand cream to warm my hands, and walked into the venue.
There are not as many people at the venue today as in the past, but it is more lively than in the past.
The smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and perfume was stronger than usual, and screams, shouts, and cries of contempt were everywhere, one after another.
"Come on, come on, Crystal is here, let's deal the cards again."
As the most skilled dealer in the casino, Shen Huan's elegant and pleasing card dealing movements are favored by many people.
Under the spotlight, Shen Huan was pushed to the front. A colleague handed her a brand new deck of playing cards. Shen Huan skillfully unpacked, shuffled, and dealt the cards.
There were two parties sitting at the card table. One was her boss, and the other was...
When the cards were dealt to that person, Shen Huan raised her eyes, and her gaze instantly met a pair of extremely restless dark eyes.
Both of them seemed startled by the other's Asian face, and driven by some tacit understanding, their eyes met.
Chen Huan lowered her head and continued to scatter her cards, but in her heart she was thinking about the moment their eyes met...
Are we compatriots?
The man's eyes flickered as he looked at Shen Huan. After receiving the card, he didn't open it immediately. He raised his eyelids and asked casually in Mandarin: "Where are you from?"
Chen Huan shuddered. This long-lost accent... was a tacit understanding among the descendants of Yan and Huang.
Shen Huan replied in English: "Dealers don't answer irrelevant questions."
The implication is that she is avoiding suspicion.
The man's hand that was flipping the cards stopped, and his slender fingers with distinct joints gently placed on the flowered back of the card and turned it over.
Then, he lost.
Shen Huan took the last few chips from his hand and pushed them to the boss.
"Are you still continuing? I can lend it to you." The boss said.
Shen Huan had been working here for quite some time and was well versed in the affairs of the place. Her boss's "admonition" made her heart skip a beat. If it involved borrowing money, that would be another sin called "loan sharking."
"Stop it! He's treating you like a lamb to be slaughtered."
She spoke Mandarin, and no one present could understand her except him, and she deliberately spoke in a very flat tone so as not to let anyone hear any clues.
The man's lips curled up, his eyes half-closed, still with the restless look of a dandy boy.
"Crystal, what are you talking about?" the boss obviously questioned her.
Shen Huan knew that she had broken the rules and was about to speak.
The person next to him said in a fluent American accent with a frivolous tone, "He praised me for being handsome. Let's take a break and play again later."
He simply stretched his shoulders, raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Chen Huan, and said to the boss, "I want to have a drink with that girl."
"OK, Crystal, go ahead, have fun." The boss went from being skeptical to being happy about it.
After all, anyone who can lose two million in this small place in one night is a "fat sheep".
Before Shen Huan could refuse, the man's slender arm rested on her shoulders, pressing her down. His powerful strength carried her to the corner of the stairs.
She turned around and pushed the arm away from her shoulder, putting distance between her and him.
One of the lights in the stairwell was broken, and the other was flickering. He stood opposite her against the light, with an inexplicable smile on his lips. The upper half of his face was hidden in the darkness. Shen Huan couldn't see his eyes clearly, nor could she tell whether his smile was good or bad.
Taking out a cigarette, he tilted his head and handed one to Shen Huan, then disappeared, revealing his entire face.
The man's hair is very short, so short that the roots are close to the scalp. Usually, people with such short hair are not good people.
Especially his right eyebrow was thick or broken, with a string of red agate beads hanging around his neck, a white Tai Chi style short jacket on his upper body, and super loose black trousers on his lower body.
A bit like the masters in kung fu movies, but the villain kind.
"I don't smoke," Shen Huan refused.
He scratched his forehead with the thumb of the hand holding the cigarette, raised his eyebrows, and his eyes dropped.
Shen Huan also followed suit and looked down.
Under the knee-length skirt, most of the slender and tight legs are exposed.
Shen Huan pulled down the hem of her skirt a few times.
"What are you covering up? It looks good." The man put the cigarette back into the box.
Shen Huan clenched her fists. This compliment was not pleasant at all. "Leave now and stop playing. You will lose everything."
"Okay, let's play something else if not cards." The man was calm and composed, his eyes sharp, completely focused on her.
Shen Huan was horrified, "You should just play cards."
Having been here for a long time, Shen Huan had been taken advantage of by many people with their eyes. She had even encountered bolder ones, but she was not afraid. If she was afraid, she would not have come here to earn this money.
But, this man... although he was a compatriot she met in a foreign land, Shen Huan was afraid of him, especially when the dim light concealed the upper half of his face and he stared at her in the darkness, she couldn't even breathe comfortably.
Even though there are security guards everywhere in the venue.
"Lend me some money," he said.
Shen Huan's eyebrows were furrowed. Wasn't he quite generous when he gave tips to Vena and the others? How come he has become a pauper now?
"Not much, three thousand will do."
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