Chapter 10 The Effectiveness of Business Cards
“When there are more ingredients, we have to prepare a few monitors to be prepared.”
Lin Yuan sat at the bar. The only people here for the time being were former high school students. The business card that Yang Jian exchanged when he arrived, as well as a dial-up telephone from the Republic of China period, looked very shabby.
As soon as Lin Yuan thought, a redemption interface appeared in his mind.
[Pork (ten yuan) exchanged for money (three yuan)]
[Pork (forty yuan) can be exchanged for money (seven yuan)]
Sure enough, it can be exchanged!
But what is the face value of three yuan and seven yuan? Aren't banknotes of one yuan, two yuan, five yuan and ten yuan popular now?
There is more.
Ten pieces of pork can be exchanged for three yuan, but forty pieces of pork can only be exchanged for seven yuan. What about the remaining five yuan?
Do you really think I can only get seven from one, Women's Day, and Labor Day?
“Hey, it feels so uncomfortable to be restricted.”
Lin Yuan sighed, but he also knew very well that if he wanted money now, he really had to exchange it according to this rule .
"Except for the pork in the refrigerator for the four prep cooks to practice their skills, there are only two yuan left, and they can't even be exchanged for three yuan."
"With My current financial resources are a bit tight to hire a cook, so it seems I have to endure the pain.”
"Fortunately, the salary is paid monthly. I have to figure out how to get the ingredients in this month. Otherwise, even if I don't starve to death, the restaurant will close down."
Lin Yuan has a feeling that if His poor management caused the hotel to close down, and something bad would definitely happen.
Dingle bell!
The phone rang suddenly. Lin Yuan's eyes lit up and he quickly answered the phone with great enthusiasm: "Hello, this is the Peace Hotel. Do you want to book a room or a meal?"
After a short silence, a familiar voice came, "Brother Yuan, it's me, Yang Jian."
It turns out to be this guy.
Aside from accidentally bringing a little wild boar here, he is just a high school student without free economic rights.
Lin Yuan's expression instantly fell, and he said feebly: "Is it you, you miss your brother just after you go back? You have to study hard, otherwise how will you find a good job in the future!"
...
"Yang, Yang Jian, look, look over there..."
With a scream, Yang Jian looked forward suddenly.
A few hundred meters ahead, a thick, ink-like darkness gradually eroded over and engulfed everything. The surrounding ground began to rot, and the trees began to wither and rot.
The cement has become mottled and moldy, and the street lamps are covered with rust and are crumbling.
An old man wearing a black gown and covered with body spots, his face covered with deathly gray, and his eyes numb, walked stiffly towards here.
One step.
step.
Not slow, not slow.
Yang Jian was sweating profusely and his heart was beating wildly. On the human skin paper he was holding in his hand, lines of fonts were appearing.
There is a long list of information above, but there are only two cores:
Today, everyone will die!
The only one who can deal with the ghost realm is the ghost realm!
By threatening the human skin paper, Yang Jian found a way to open his own ghost realm - adding a few ghost eyes.
Calm and mad intertwined, Yang Jie bit off the ghost eyes on his arm five times in a row, and at the same time increased the number of ghost eyes on his body to six.
Amidst the screams, countless red lights spread from his body, affecting the surroundings.
Like thick thick fog, the red light spreads along the ground, showing a clear contrast with the surrounding rich darkness.
"Go away!"
In Yang Jian's painful roar, the ghost hands in the darkness were driven away, and the darkness was also dispelled, but the old man walked into the range shrouded in red light again. . The red light on Yang Jian's body flashed a few times like a lamp with unstable current, and then the red light disappeared.
However, Yang Jian and the seven people around him, including Wang Shanshan, Zhang Wei, and Zhao Lei, stayed where they were.
Yang Jian held his stomach in pain, and the red light flashed around his body, like a flashlight, blinding people's eyes.
The writing on the human skin paper paused briefly, and then reappeared:
"At five-thirty, everyone died... That is impossible."
"Five At 1:31, I was supposed to use the ghost realm to escape with everyone and survive, but the supernatural power that suddenly emerged from my stomach became a flaw in my immature ghost realm."
"At five thirty-two, am I going to die?"
A strange face appeared on the human skin paper, with human doubts, but quickly disappeared.
The scary old man had already walked closer, bent down, raised his finger, and knocked Yang Jian on the head.
At this moment, Yang Jian felt that his body was completely unable to move. Two forces were tearing through his body, almost tearing him apart. He could only watch helplessly as the scary old man knocked his fingers down.
"Am I going to die?"
Countless reluctances emerged from his heart. Unfortunately, at this time, Yang Jian could do nothing but wait for death to come.
Finally.
The scary old man's fingers hit Yang Jian's forehead, but death did not come.
In Yang Jian's arms, a business card slipped out, emitting a strange white light, enveloping Yang Jian's entire body, stopping the terrifying old man's offensive.
“This is the business card of the owner of Peace Hotel?”
Yang Jian seemed to have thought of something, endured the pain that felt like his body was being torn apart, and took out his mobile phone from his arms. I pressed the number 00009 and dialed.
Obviously it was a call that did not comply with the number rules, but it was answered unexpectedly.
After a short wait, Lin Yuan's hearty voice came from inside: "Is it you? You just went back and missed your brother? You have to study hard, otherwise you will not be able to find a good job in the future!"
Good job study?
Finding a good job?
Yang Jian looked at the terrifying old man so close and said with great difficulty: "Brother Yuan, I'm in some trouble now, can you help me?"
Human-parchment paper Information has lost its effect.
Yang Jian could only place his hope of survival on the mysterious and powerful owner of the Peace Hotel.
"Listening to your voice, it sounds like you are sick? Okay, come to me and I will get you some medicine." Lin Yuan did not hesitate.
Although he only has two pieces of pork left now.
But what Yang Jian brought him was a small wild boar of great value, so let's take it as a reward.
Say no more.
For a high school student, the most he can get is diarrhea. Even if he needs to change his dressing, he can't use a piece of pork, right?
Yang Jian was stunned and struggled: "Brother Yuan, how do I get to your place?"
"Huh? Isn't there an address on the business card I gave you? "Lin Yuan was a little confused and couldn't help but muttered in a low voice, "Is this kid stupid by studying?"
You are stupid!
Even though his life was in danger and his body was in unbearable pain, Yang Jian was still so angry that he wanted to throw his phone.
Fortunately, he held back. Just when he was about to ask again, the business card on the ground suddenly erupted into a thicker white mist, instantly covering the entire No. 7 Middle School. In front of Yang Jian's eyes, the Peace Hotel was right in front of him!
(End of this chapter)