Wanjie Hotel: Iron Man is not allowed to charge

Chapter 6 Night Devil vs. T800, it’s exciting just to think about it (please read it later)

“Delicious, so delicious!”

The fat man who had just arrived next to the blonde woman also took his first bite of noodles. As soon as he swallowed the first bite, he gave a thumbs up crazily.

"Why have I never eaten this kind of noodles? Is this the Eastern cuisine of Daqian Kingdom?"

"What was the name of your previous chef? His cooking was pretty good, but compared to you, it's far inferior."

"It's a pity that I can't eat another bowl, otherwise I would definitely have another bowl."

……

“Yes, this is Eastern food!”

Wen Ming nodded. He was very curious why these people praised a bowl of hand-rolled noodles so highly.

My level of cooking is just normal home-cooked meals, which wouldn't even be considered good enough back home. Could it be that what you ate before was really that bad?

Moreover, for such a fat person, eating only such a small bowl, are you sure it is enough to fill the gaps between teeth?
However, this restrained fat man once again refreshed Wen Ming's understanding of the elite.

They deserve to make a lot of money.

Despite his thoughts, Wen Ming quickly began to prepare breakfast for the third person.

How many servings of hand-rolled noodles can you sell today?
The blonde woman couldn't help herself and asked again, "Why do these noodles look different from what we usually eat? And the taste is also very different."

“I made this myself.”

Wen Ming didn't know how to translate hand-rolled noodles, so he had to explain it with simple words.

"Made by your own hands?"

The blonde woman and the fat man looked at each other and both found it amazing.

Aren’t these things all made by machines?

How can you still do it manually?
How can there be such a magical man?

As expected, are the men in Daqian Kingdom all treasure men?
The third person who arrived was a non-white guy. Unlike the average hip-hop non-white guy, he was dressed in a well-fitting black suit and white shirt, with a golden watch shining brightly. He looked like a successful person.

"Don't you have sandwiches, hamburgers, milk, bacon, vegetable salad, etc?"

Seeing the two people next to him eating noodles, Feibai frowned.

How can you put something like this into your mouth?
Wen Ming looked up at him. Seeing the contempt and arrogance on his face, Wen Ming smiled kindly: "Sorry, only noodles."

What arrogance! Do you really think you have climbed up to the top in Eagle Country?
Believe it or not, the two people next to you are disgusted that you added soy sauce to their noodles without their knowledge?

Eat as much as you like.

Brother Feibai crossed his arms and said reluctantly, "Then let's have noodles. What about the old Louis? I really like the breakfast Louis made."

“He resigned.”

Wen Ming quickly served him a bowl of noodles, then ignored him and stood up and walked to the front desk.

Someone is checking out.

The gym fee is very reasonable.

$30 an hour.

Two hours and $60.

Breakfast is $31, or $39.33 including tax.

In addition, an 18% service charge, or tip, of US$46.4 is automatically added to all breakfast bills.

There were 15 people in total who came to exercise this morning. All of them took more than 1 hour. Those less than 2 hours would be calculated as 2 hours.

Fitness expenses earned $900.

There were three people who had breakfast, and their income was US$139.2.

Total income is US$1039.2.

A really great number.

Over a thousand.

A happy smile appeared on Wen Ming's lips.

I hope all the elites in the metropolis are like this.

The five-star hotel's 24-hour gym is waiting for you to come and exercise.

"The breakfast was delicious. Can I still have this vegetable and egg noodles tomorrow morning?"

The blonde woman had a happy smile on her face as she paid the bill.

"Okay, is it still 4:30 tomorrow morning?"

Wen Ming was deeply impressed by this first official client, and it was definitely not because of her beauty.

The other party contributed US$106.4 to him in the morning.

For a sponsor like this, even if he came a little early in the morning, it would be forgivable.

Well, from now on, the front desk and the chef will take care of you.

I am a boss now, I can’t be such a office slave anymore.

"Yes, I come at this time on weekdays, not on weekends."

The blonde woman paid the bill with her card and was about to leave with her luggage when she suddenly turned in a circle. "Are you the new employee? Why haven't I seen you before?"

"I've only been here a few days."

Wen Ming smiled gently and said, "Please take care of me in the future."

A satisfied smile flashed in the blonde woman's eyes: "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

After seeing the other person off, Wen Ming met a pale face.

"Hello, the total is $106.4."

"Will I see you tomorrow morning?"

Fei Bai's face was less disdainful, but he still maintained his arrogance. "I mean, will your noodles be left tomorrow morning? Oh, and that pickled mustard greens, why does that lady have them and we don't?"

Wen Ming raised his eyebrows and said, "I still like to see you being rebellious."

"Zhacai is in limited supply, but noodles will be available tomorrow. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

After seeing off Brother Fei Bai, two figures walked in, and Wen Ming was a little surprised.

"Good morning, Mr. Wick."

"Good morning, Mr. Wen."

John Wick's face didn't look good, and the woman next to him looked even uglier.

When Wen Ming saw him like this, he realized that Helen's cancer must have been diagnosed.

"Are you going to pick up Daisy? It's only seven o'clock and I haven't had time to take her for a walk yet."

"No, I'm here to tell you that I might need to keep Daisy here a little longer."

John Wick glanced at his wife beside him, his eyes full of love and sadness: "Helen has been diagnosed with cancer, and I need to stay with her in the hospital."

"Ok."

Wen Ming knew that the next plot would be John Wick losing his beloved wife. Even though John Wick had made a lot of money before, some diseases were ultimately incurable.

Unless advanced technology can be used like in some movies.

Wen Ming, who was thinking about all sorts of things in his mind, suddenly froze for a moment, and suddenly he thought of a possibility.

What if that space crack can connect more movie universes?
In science fiction movies, cancer isn't a big deal.

Even "Constantine," another film starring Keanu Reeves, uses fantastical methods to treat cancer.

Then, Wen Ming thought of a bolder possibility.

If he could find a way to save Helen, could he recruit John Wick, the wife-loving maniac, into his own fold?

In this way, when facing T800, will I have an extra military protection?
The battle between Night Stalker and T800 is exciting just to think about.

However, the premise of all this is that the space crack can be connected to the science fiction movie universe as he wishes, and he can ask the people there to help him get equipment or drugs to treat cancer.

All of this requires careful planning.

"Daisy has caused you a lot of trouble these past few days, hasn't she?"

John Wick looked apologetic: "One gold coin isn't enough. I need to compensate you."

After that, John Wick took out two more gold coins, placed them on the marble table, and pushed them in front of Wen Ming.

"How many days?"

Wen Ming was stunned for a moment, he keenly heard a plural noun.

Although I failed the Level 4 exam, I can still understand singular and plural forms.

Then, Wen Ming thought of a possibility.

(End of this chapter)