Wanjie Hotel: Iron Man is not allowed to charge

Chapter 50 I am telling the truth, why does no one believe me? (Please read and vote)

"No, no, no, everything I said is true!"

The fat man was about to cry.

He never expected that this young man would be so cruel. He had confessed everything, but still let that devil beat him.

How could anyone be like you?

They continue fighting as soon as they disagree.

Let’s talk about it.

However, Wen Ming went downstairs without looking back.

In his mind, such a commercial spy must have undergone the most rigorous training.

Under normal interrogation, they would definitely not confess easily.

So, keep playing, there will definitely be nothing wrong.

The banquet was still going on, but it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

He wasn't sure whether T800 would come tonight, but he still felt it would be better for him to sit downstairs in person.

After all, the space crack was a bit weird tonight, sending people from four universes in succession.

I don’t know if Black Widow, Ada Wong and Laura will come back later.

Well, better not come back.

……

When the front desk customer service representative, Ruila, saw Wen Ming coming downstairs, she came over with a curious look on her face and asked, "Boss, why don't I see your female companion?"

"Rila, if you keep talking, I'll fire you, don't you believe?"

Wen Ming had a blank expression on his face, but Ruila said with a smile, "Boss, you won't."

"why?"

Wen Ming looked at Ella curiously, and Ella looked at Wen Ming with gratitude: "Because you are a good person, boss."

Tsk, I’ve been given the nice guy card again.

"Robert has just informed us that no boss has ever been willing to give us food for free, even if it's leftovers from a banquet.

We eat lunch, and sometimes we even have to pay for it in installments or take out lunch loans.”

Ruila whispered, "Boss, you are the kindest boss I have ever met."

When Wen Ming heard about installment payments and lunch loans, he couldn't help but feel sorry for these poor people at the bottom of Eagle Country.

I used to think they had diverse ideologies, but later I understood why there were so many vegetarians.

It turns out that it’s not that I don’t want to eat meat, but that I can’t afford it!

I didn’t know why they liked canned food so much before, but now I know that canned food is more nutritious.

Later I found out that it’s not that they don’t like to buy vegetables, but that they can’t afford it.

Wen Ming kept sighing in his heart how pitiful the people at the bottom of the capitalist world were. He probably thought they would go to heaven if they went to Daqian. But he said, "I give you food so that you can work harder to make money for me."

"We don't believe it."

Ella smiled and shook her head. "Boss, stop pretending. Fear of being spanked by your parents is just an excuse you made up, right? You're really good at comforting people."

Wen Ming was stunned.

What I said is the truth.

Why doesn't anyone believe it?

……

After more than an hour, the party upstairs finally ended.

Many guests filed out of the elevator, chatting and laughing as they walked out of the hotel.

Many people also walked to the front desk and asked for a room.

Wen Ming stood happily at the hotel entrance, seeing off every guest.

He did not actively promote his hotel, but instead gave a gift, a small gift box of oriental pastries that he made himself.

"Wen Ming, thank you so much.

In your Daqian language, you have brought my banquet to a perfect end."

Beatrice was full of praise when she saw the souvenirs that Wen Ming handed over.

"Congratulations on your successful speech tonight."

Wen Ming was generous with his compliments, even to Belinda, who was standing beside him. "Belinda, you performed very well tonight." Belinda took the gift from Wen Ming, her big eyes crescent-shaped as she smiled. "Thank you. I'll pay the balance as soon as possible."

Wen Ming smiled happily.

This is what I was waiting for.

This Belinda is truly my angel.

I must give her a good toast at dinner tomorrow night.

Well, I have a lot of angels now.

I have to give you a good toast every time I look back.

When Flora and her father walked down the stairs, she saw the gift and a flash of surprise appeared in her eyes: "Wen Ming, what is this?"

"I made these cakes myself, I hope you like them."

Wen Ming handed over the gift and then reached out to shake hands with Flora's father.

"Hello, Mr. Rogers."

"Hello, Mr. Wen. The meal tonight is very good, I like it very much. Next time I have the chance, I will definitely come here to taste your other cooking skills."

To Wen Ming's surprise, Mudge Rogers spoke fluent Daqian dialect.

"I'm surprised that you speak Daqian language so well. It's more authentic than mine."

Considering Flora's extremely standard chopstick-holding posture, Wen Ming probably understood why Flora loved Eastern food so much.

So, Flora’s Daqian language should be pretty good too, right?

This treasure girl has never shown off in front of him.

This is a really good character.

"I like Daqian very much and have made a lot of investments in Daqian."

Mudge Rogers chatted for a few minutes and was about to leave in the car, but Flora stopped and said, "Dad, you go first. Wen Ming and I have an appointment to have a drink."

Mudge Rogers turned his head to look at Flora, only to see Flora standing beside Wen Ming with no intention of leaving.

Mudge Rogers glanced at Wen Ming, nodded, and without saying anything more, lowered his head and got into the luxury car driven by the driver.

……

At 11 o'clock in the evening, all the guests left and the staff on duty immediately got busy with the finishing work.

The cleaners quickly cleaned up all the garbage, and the waiters divided the remaining drinks and food into three types according to Wen Ming's previous arrangements.

All alcoholic beverages were recycled, and opened meals were packed up and given to the homeless on the street. Unopened food was sent to the dining area for the staff on duty to take away.

Every employee on duty had a happy smile on his face.

The food is all top quality, reasonably priced, and there are plenty of leftovers.

The portion each person takes home will be enough to last them several days.

"Please don't take too much. Leave some for the colleagues on the day shift."

Aunt Susie stood in the dining area, organizing the distribution of food. No one objected to her reminder, and everyone expressed their gratitude happily.

"You should thank the boss."

Aunt Suzy pointed in the direction of the bar, and the group of waiters immediately started gossiping.

"Susie, do you think the boss will be single tonight?"

"I feel like it's definitely possible. That beautiful girl actually stayed alone to go on a date and drink with the boss. I can already smell the stench of love."

"Flora is so beautiful. I think it's perfect for such a beautiful woman to be with the boss."

……

Aunt Susie looked towards the bar and smiled, but she still looked sternly at the waiters: "Don't talk about the boss behind his back, or you'll lose your job."

Many waiters stuck out their tongues, giggled, changed their clothes and prepared to take the subway home.

As soon as they walked out of the hotel, they started chatting again.

"I bet the boss won't have the energy to get out of bed tomorrow."

"Such a good boss, I really want to make him unable to get out of bed."

"Now that you mention it, we should really find an opportunity to thank the boss properly."

……

(End of this chapter)