Wanjie Hotel: Iron Man is not allowed to charge

Chapter 49: The code of immortality? (Please read and vote for me)
(The 400-word ending was added to the previous chapter, which was moved from this chapter. This was mainly to meet the 10-word smart push requirement one day in advance. You can update yesterday's content.)
"Oriel, Wen Ming is a great..."

Flora seemed to have heard the hidden meaning in Oriel's words. She frowned slightly. She was very dissatisfied with Oriel's contempt for her friend. Just as she was about to explain something, she was interrupted by the voice of Mudge Rogers in the distance: "Flora, come here, let me introduce you to a good friend of mine."

"Sorry, my dad called me."

Seeing her father's anxious look, Flora glanced at Wen Ming apologetically. Wen Ming nodded and said, "Go ahead. I'll have a drink by myself."

Flora left quickly. Olier didn't make any announcements, but smiled and said, "Flora's father is a billionaire. He uses US dollars, not your Daqian currency."

Wen Ming smiled and said, "Well, I'm also a billionaire, US dollars."

O'Neill's smile froze on his face.

What the hell?

Aren't you a chef?
How did you become a billionaire?

Who are you?
However, Wen Ming was too lazy to pay attention to him at this time. He turned and came to Robert: "Are there enough drinks and meals?"

"It's enough. Not only that, there will be plenty left over."

Robert explained, "At this kind of banquet, people mainly socialize, with food and beverages as a supplement, so there will always be a lot of leftovers from the drinks and food."

"We will recycle all drinks. As for meals, if they are unopened, we will ask our employees if they want them. If they do, we will give them to them for free.

If they are opened, give them all to the homeless."

Wen Ming's arrangement made Robert stunned.

Alcohol recycling is basic operation.

Giving unopened food to employees for free was something he had never seen before.

Most hotels will use it for the next day’s breakfast buffet or for secondary sales.

And he actually gave the opened envelopes to homeless people?

Is this about being a good person?
"Boss, are you sure? You have to know that neither the employees nor the homeless people will necessarily be grateful to you. If you don't give them money in the future, they will cause trouble."

Wen Ming was very grateful for Robert's kind reminder: "Just do as I say. I was taught not to waste food since I was a child. If my parents saw me throwing away so much food, they would spank me.

Well, they can't see it anymore, but I can't help doing it.

All future banquets will also be held according to this requirement.

Also, don't publicize this matter, lest these rich people have other ideas."

After saying that, Wen Ming handed the champagne in his hand to the waiter beside him and walked towards the small stage.

He saw Beatrice waving at him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am honored to introduce to you a special guest tonight, the owner of the Flatiron Hotel, an outstanding young man, Mr. Wen Ming."

Beatrice saw Wen Ming coming over, and then solemnly introduced Wen Ming to the audience.

Wen Ming walked to the podium amid applause.

He looked at the many bigwigs in the audience, and except for Flora and Belinda, he didn't recognize any of them.

but it does not matter.

“Thank you Beatrice, and thank you all for coming.

The Flatiron Hotel is honored to be a part of today's event. It is an honor for the Flatiron Hotel and for me. I believe Beatrice will bring you a wonderful evening. I hope you all enjoy the music and delicious food tonight. Thank you."

Flora looked at Wen Ming, who complimented Beatrice while politely blessing the guests present, and a proud smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Wen Ming is great.

Belinda stood beside the stage, looking at Wen Ming's profile and cheering for him.

Come on, you'll be fine.

The brief speech ended quickly. Wen Ming did not deliberately advertise, but he was still greeted with polite applause.

The big guys present had polite smiles on their faces, and it was impossible to tell whether they were happy or angry, but at this moment, Wen Ming gradually began to come into the sight of the big guys in the metropolis.

Some of the bigwigs familiar with the Flatiron Hotel had puzzled looks in their eyes. Oliel looked at Wen Ming, who was speaking on the stage, with a dull look in his eyes.

what's the situation?
Are you really a billionaire?
Aren't you a chef?
How did you become the owner of the Flatiron Hotel?

Are there any billionaires like you who cook for their clients themselves?
"I heard he just inherited the hotel a few days ago."

"What a lucky man."

"Just now I saw Flora and him being very close, are they dating?"

……

The whispers coming from the surroundings gradually made O'Neill wake up. When he learned that Wen Ming inherited the hotel, he felt a little more balanced.

Who doesn’t have a rich dad?

When I inherit the family fortune, I will surpass you in minutes.

"Thank you, Mr. Wen Ming. Next, let's move on to the main topic of tonight's banquet: the code of immortality."

When Wen Ming, who was about to leave the stage, heard this topic, his steps stumbled and he almost fell to the ground.

What the hell?

The secret to immortality?
So, your company is just a scam pharmaceutical company, right?
Wen Ming couldn't help but shook his head.

So many billionaires gathered together, it turns out they were here to attend a marketing conference for a health product company.

I thought that only in China would there be old men and women who would listen to the secret code of immortality in order to get eggs, and finally get fooled and made a killing. It seems that the American people are the same, even billionaires are not immune.

Maybe this model was introduced to China from the Eagle Country.

Wen Ming looked at the white-haired man next to Flora. That was her father.

The other party was listening attentively to Beatrice's passionate speech.

Wen Ming shook his head, stepped into the elevator and returned to his office.

As for Beatrice's speech.

The secret to immortality?
Ha ha.

……

"Have you been recruited?"

Wen Ming strode into his office. There was a fat man sitting on a solid wood chair, his limbs drooping limply and his body tied with ropes.

It seems that John also learned something from Wen Ming's behavior.

Only by keeping steady can you avoid any setbacks.

He is the kind of steady player who would shoot twice and then shoot again in the head.

John is even more terrifying now.

"I confess, I confess! I confess everything!"

Before John could speak, the fat man said hurriedly, "I was hired by the Vinci Hotel next door. They asked me to find all your information and see if there is any evidence of your crime. They want to bring you down and take over the Flatiron Hotel."

"Venxi Hotel?"

Wen Ming thought about it briefly and remembered that the other party was a five-star luxury hotel next to the Flatiron Hotel.

The Flatiron Building faces north, facing Madison Square, and the Vinci Building is on the south side of the Flatiron Building. The two buildings are closely adjacent to each other.

The Flatiron Building is a century-old building, while the Wenxi Building is a new building built nearly 20 years ago. It is 36 stories high and is a true 100-meter-high building.

"Do you believe it?"

Wen Ming looked at John, who shook his head: "I can't say for sure."

Wen Ming nodded: "I don't believe it either, keep fighting!"

(End of this chapter)