Leaving the manager's office and walking out along the aisle, Zhang Shun didn't walk a few steps before he heard a scolding sound from the front, the voice came from a female surname, although there was no swearing, but the scolding was not nutritious, probably about "crazy" and "neurotic".

Zhang Shun hurriedly walked out, wanting to see who this woman with a heart was sacred—he happened to think of those two words just now.

In the lobby, a middle-aged man with a big belly and a beautiful young woman stood at the reception desk, the middle-aged man's face was a little ugly, and the woman was blushing and shouting: "Isn't this opening a black shop?" Twenty thousand dollars for a night? Presidential suites don't have to be so expensive! It's a robbery! I'm going to the Consumer Association to tell you! ”

Hearing that it costs 20,000 yuan for a night, Zhang Shun was also a little surprised, he looked at the big-headed weird man sitting at the reception desk, and almost laughed out loud - he saw that the weird old god was counting the coins on the table, shaking his head as if he was listening to Peking Opera, or Mei Lanfang's level.

After listening to the scolding for a while, the strange man opened half of his eyes, glanced at Zhang Shun, pointed at him and said to the young woman very kindly: "This is the person in charge of the inn, please find him if you complain." ”

When the woman heard this, she walked up to Zhang Shun angrily, posed in the shape of a teapot, pointed at Zhang Shun's nose and scolded.

Zhang Shun was scolded so much that his eyes blinked, but fortunately, the woman's hands were not short, and she didn't really dare to poke Zhang Shun's nose, so the faces of the two were far away, which allowed Zhang Shun to avoid the fate of spitting on the star.

After listening to it for a few minutes, Zhang Shun just had some big-headed receptionists listening to Peking Opera, and suddenly found that the ugly Taoist priest was standing not far away and was very focused on secretly taking pictures of the woman's teapot shape with his mobile phone.

The woman's face turned green at once, and she showed a frightened expression, and she finally realized that the people here didn't care about her noise, and that saliva and noise could not be exchanged for an apology, let alone a discount, and maybe she was really right—there was a bunch of neurotics here.

And Zhang Shun found a sense of belonging in the Wufu Inn, the weirdos and Taoist priests don't care about this woman's shouting at all, and it seems that they don't care about the "Consumer Association", which can cause headaches for all businesses.

The lobby fell into a strange and awkward atmosphere, the strange man pressed a coin with his finger, moved from the left to the right on the table in the reception desk, the coin rubbed against the table and made a somewhat piercing crunch, seeing the coin under his finger and the coin on the table collided together, the strange man gently read a number, and snorted contentedly; The monk at the door pulled off the gourd stopper, poured a few sips of wine into his mouth, and let out a mouthful of wine; In the end, there was a loud "click" sound from a certain mobile phone, an electronic sound, and the volume was not too loud, but it seemed earth-shattering in such an environment.

The Taoist priest looked at his mobile phone screen with great satisfaction, and after admiring it for a while, he realized that everyone in the lobby was looking at him, his ugly face was red, he coughed lightly, and recklessly put his mobile phone on his face, all the way, "Hey?" Feed? Feed? He walked up the stairs.

"Is it a consumer association?" The Taoist priest disappeared at the foot of the stairs, Zhang Shun suddenly came to such a sentence, which startled the woman again, he poked his right hand behind his waist, and found that it was empty, and he felt a little embarrassed, and the satellite phone that had followed him for many years was estimated to be lying in a warehouse at this time.

"There, there's a phone there." Zhang Shun pointed to a rotary dial-type pulse telephone on the reception desk as if he had discovered a new continent and shouted.

The woman glanced at Zhang Shun, took out her mobile phone and was about to call, but was pulled by the middle-aged man, he looked at the woman earnestly, and the meaning of not wanting her to call was already very clear, the woman was stunned, thought of something, gritted her teeth, and strode out of the inn without looking back, and the man chased after her.

Farewell to the two was Zhang Shun's abdominal sound, and the "coo" sounded to play the last note for this vignette, but how many such movements will there be? Zhang Shun thinks that if the charging model of Wufu Inn is not modified, it should play one or two songs every day, right?

"Twenty thousand nights?" Zhang Shun walked to the reception desk and asked the stranger. He had to figure out this fact, it was funny to watch a good-looking little woman scold the street, even if it was himself, but he couldn't stand one a day.

"10,000 nights, 20,000 for two people." The strange man continued to count the coins without raising his head, and he didn't know how many times.

"Someone to live in?" Zhang Shun asked again.

"If you need it, you will live there." The strange man squeezed these words out of his teeth, and waved his hand at Zhang Shun like a fly, telling him not to bother him to count the money again.

The strange man waved his hand casually, and it was an extremely cold wind, which provoked Zhang Shun to sneeze loudly, and he hurriedly left the reception desk and walked towards the door of the inn. That feeling of being out of place is back, what does it mean that people in need will live naturally? People who need to stay in a hotel won't pay 10,000 to stay for a day?

Zhang Shun came to him, wanting to join the ten but afraid that it would not be standard, wanting to shake hands but worried that the monk would not be happy, wanting to bow and pondering that this monk must not have crossed the ocean from the east and traveled here, and he couldn't think of a way to say hello for a while.

The monk saw Zhang Shun scratching his ears and cheeks on the side, and said happily: "Ah! Guessed it, you're imitating a fight to defeat the Buddha! ”

Zhang Shun couldn't cry or laugh: "We will be colleagues in the future, my name is Zhang Shun, what should I call you?" The Venerable Master? Master? Elder? ”

The Taoist priest didn't know when he came down the stairs again, and when he heard Zhang Shun ask, he also became happy: "The stinky monk is also worthy of being called an elder and a master?" After changing the recipe and quitting drinking, it is not certain whether it is worthy of being called a novice! Zhang Shun, right? I'm a blind Taoist, just call me a Taoist. ”

Zhang Shun hurriedly turned around and talked to the Taoist priest, and his messy brain could actually sort out an idiom: "Blind Taoist? This name is good, it comes from the allusion of 'asking the blind to ask', right? ”

The monk seemed to be used to fighting with Taoist priests, and as soon as he heard Zhang Shun say this, he immediately said: "Ask Yu Blind? It's kind of interesting, but it's better to ask him about it than to find a really blind man! The blind Taoist is the name given to him by the boss, which means that he will look less at women in the future, my name is Shui Monk, and the water means that the boss wants me to eat fast and drink, you can call me Monk directly. ”

Now it's Zhang Shunle's turn: "All your names were taken by the boss?" Do I have to have a name in the future? By the way, who is ...... behind the reception desk? ”

"That guy's name is Mr. Yang, the sun of the sun, the boss hopes that he can bask in the sun one day, except for customers, he ignores everyone, and, don't you have a name? Why do you have to ask your boss to help you get it? The blind man looked at Zhang Shun like he was looking at a fool.

"Uh...... I...... ...... "Zhang Shun's stomach" spoke very quickly, and he completed the second half of the sentence for him.

The water monk hurriedly pronounced the Buddha's name, and the blind Taoist laughed and said: "Let's go, let's eat, let this new employee starve to death will affect the reputation of the inn." As he spoke, he pulled Zhang Shun and walked to the aisle on the left side of the lobby, while Monk Shui followed behind the two.

As soon as the blind Taoist mentioned the word "death", Zhang Shun suddenly remembered the boss's words again, and asked as he walked: "I heard that the previous three guarantees ......"

"Dead, corpses shattered." The blind man said without looking back.

"Crumbled into slag? This is...... What did the Adepts do? Zhang Shun asked in surprise, there will always be a sense of superiority of the rich looking at the poor when the cultivator looks at the cultivator, because even if the cultivator has been cultivating for decades, his ability is basically not comparable to that of the alien, of course, the too large gap makes the superiority of the alien person impossible to find in ordinary people.

The blind man laughed: "Who knows? Maybe it's a cultivator, if you empty all the water in your body, won't you become scum? The word powder has been around for a long time. ”

The more relaxed the blind man said, the more uncomfortable Zhang Shun felt. Cooper lost his ability, reborn and couldn't do anything, and was just confirmed to be a complete waste...... These situations will pass with a gritted tooth, after all, he has nothing to think about, it is impossible to help him go crazy, hit the wall, and hold stones to the sky, the problem is that his life must be saved, even if it is a begging alley, it is better than a corpse on the street, right?

Zhang Shun was still thinking nonsense here, and the blind Taoist over there spoke again: "Eh, monk, after so many years, how long has the Sanbao in our inn been the longest?" ”

The water monk snorted with wine, and replied very honestly: "Three months, there are not more than 100 days yet." ”

Zhang Shun's sweat came down like this, why didn't any of the security guards in a small hotel live for more than 100 days? It's no wonder that babies have to celebrate after 100 days, and this is a very unlucky number!

The blind Taoist priest took out his mobile phone and looked at it while walking, and continued to take care of himself: "You kid don't have to worry, if there is anything we can help or will help you, maybe you will be able to live longer, by the way, what realm are you in now?" ”

Zhang Shun cried and told what happened in the manager's office just now, the body of the blind Taoist and the water monk shook at the same time, and the two faces of a handsome and an ugly man came to Zhang Shun, and asked in unison: "You really made the boss almost cry?" Learn his expression! Did the snot come out? ”

Zhang Shun was stunned, it seems that this monk has a gossip heart, but the focus of their attention is wrong, right? Is the boss's expression more important than a human life?

Seeing Zhang Shun's appearance, the more "kind" monk comforted: "Don't worry, the boss said that he would find a way, and he would definitely be able to come up with a way, and I have never seen anything he can't do." ”

I have to say that the monk's comfort is quite effective, Zhang Shun grabbed his cuffs and asked, "Is it really that powerful?" Who the hell is the boss? ”

The monk slapped Zhang Shun's hand away: "Who we don't dare to talk nonsense, when you should know, the boss himself will tell you, it is really powerful, for example, if you want the moon in the sky, as long as the reason is justified and you can hold it, the boss can help you pull it down from the sky." ”

Zhang Shun chose not to believe this, whether it was an ability or a cultivation of truth, if it could really shake a planet, the earth would have been destroyed a long time ago, even if it was a satellite, it was impossible, right? He didn't say this, but asked, "Is it really 10,000 yuan to stay in this inn for one night?" ”

"Of course!" Seeing that there was no way to dig out the boss's gossip from Zhang Shun, the blind man continued to look down at his mobile phone, and said as he walked: "10,000 yuan is not accommodation fee, it is a protection fee, this inn is not an ordinary inn, but a shelter, feel that you are in danger and live in, the price is calculated according to the strength of the guests themselves, ordinary people are 10,000 yuan a night, the stronger the strength, the less the charge, after all, the danger is to find the door, he can also help to protect the inn, as for the task of protecting the guests, you will naturally do it, otherwise what do we want to do with the three guarantees?" ”

Only then did Zhang Shun understand the true meaning of "no blessing", it is indeed a person who has fallen unlucky and needs to live here; At the same time, I also understood the reason why the security guard of the small hotel was so able to die. The question is, how can he, a complete waste, protect his guests? It's okay to say that it's ordinary people who come to stay in the hotel, but their enemies are usually just ordinary people, and what about those who are powerful but still need to stay in the hotel? In this way, it seems that even if the "Fog Raven" is not taken away, it will be difficult for him to survive for a hundred days, right?

Monk Shui followed behind Zhang Shun, looked at Zhang Shun's background, and comforted again: "The inn has the ability to protect itself, the boss has a lot of knowledge, and no one dares to provoke the door under normal circumstances, so you don't have to worry about security, the key is the bodyguard, I, the Taoist, Mr. and the cook are not out of the inn, you have to carry something outside." ”

The effect of the monk's comfort is obviously not as good as before, but Zhang Shun secretly made up his mind - not to stand up to the sky or become a peerless powerhouse, but to find a way to stay in the security guard, and must not "fall" into a bodyguard!