Chapter 589 Country Bumpkin Mr. Li (1/2)

Chapter 589: Country Bumpkin Mr. Li

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Although Las Vegas was near Flagstaff, it was not within the state of Arizona. Instead, it was in the state of Nevada —the desert and gambling state.

From Flagstaff, they headed west toward Kingman, and then northwest from Kingman across the Colorado River, and then they reached the state of Nevada.

On maps, the state of Nevada appeared to be a vast, but virtually unpopulated desert, with mining towns scattered sparsely throughout the state.

These mines had since become yesterday's wilted flowers; the hoes and shovels had since been sold—slot machines had taken their places.

The Colorado River had become a watershed, and the southeast belonged to the state of Arizona where everything was normal. After entering Nevada, everything became crazier.

Even when they filled up gas at the gas stations, went shopping in the supermarkets and ate in the restaurants, they could see slot machines everywhere.

As soon as they arrived in Las Vegas, around noon, they found a restaurant to eat in. The server said, ”We've got quite a number of customers, and the food may take a while to arrive. If you can't wait, you can go and play at the slot machines for a bit.”

Li Du's eyes widened. ”Isn't this blatant encouragement of gambling?”

Hans spread his hand out and said, ”Hey foreigner, welcome to Nevada!”

Not only was gambling legal, the country *** was also legal. There were two girls in the restaurant wearing see-through dresses and black stockings with garters flirting with the customers.

Li Du felt a little out of place; he felt as though he was not in the 21st century but in the 19th century, which was the era in which the western United States had developed the wilderness.

This had to do with Hans's restaurant choice. It was decorated like how Western movies depicted the 19th century to be. A revolver on the wall, a tethering stone outside, a cowboy hat and saddle rein next to the table.

There was nothing special about the food; it was regular hamburgers, sandwiches, grilled meat and all kinds of green salads that could be found everywhere else. They also had beer.

The western region had always been regarded as the birthplace of the free American spirit. The people here still advocated being free, wild, outrageous and tough. Hence, in restaurants, they had an activity.

A beer drinking activity. There was a large pint of beer on the table and whoever could finish it within five seconds would save on paying for drinks and tips.

Servers' wages were low and they mostly depended on tips to supplement their income. If the customer were to tip very little, the server might react in a hostile manner in return.

Yes, this sounded incredible because the restaurant business was also a service industry, but there was no other way. This was a practice ingrained in the culture, and everybody did it.

Li Du left a 50-dollar tip, meaning that they had left ten dollars each. The tip was significant, because their meal had cost only 100 dollars.

If it were not for the big-eater Godzilla, the other four people would have only eaten 50 dollars worth of food. Food expenditure in the country was really low, and the portions of food were large.

Li Du was generous with his tips because the server had provided a bench for Ah meow, Ah Ow, and Crispy Noodles to sit on. Many restaurants did not allow their patrons to bring pets.

A 40-minute journey later, a towering city appeared before them.

Las Vegas!

It was a city with multiple personalities, and it had continued changing since the time of the Rat Pack. In order to catch tourists' eyeballs, this city was willing to offer anything.