A new dish was served quickly.
Green cactus, a stew of unknown fruits and vegetables, a new pot of stew...
Eight dishes, neatly arranged into a cluster of flowers.
The color and fragrance are alluring.
Yu Tonghui couldn't help but swallow her saliva and raised her hands, but she didn't dare to take down her chopsticks.
"Can I eat it?"
What happened just now left him with a lot of psychological shadow over the dishes on the table.
"Eat." Chen Jing picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.
He eats with confidence.
I just pointed out that if this inn dares to cause trouble, the people in the lobby will tear up the waiters and shopkeepers on the spot.
Even if you are doing illegal business, you still have to abide by the rules of illegal production, right?
See him like this.
Ji Baizhi and Yu Tonghui were no longer burdened and feasted happily.
The two little girls were still hesitating.
Jiang Queer held his chopsticks and pointed at a plate of meat: "Brother, what kind of meat is this? Why does it look so weird?"
It is a plate of soft meat cut into long thin strips.
The color is weird, lighter than the color of normal meat.
The most important thing is that it does not have the texture of meat, but it is not as translucent as tendons.
It was limp and had no bones.
"It should be the tongue." Chen Jing glanced at it.
Tongue?
The two people eating the rice were stunned.
But they were just stunned for a moment, which did not affect them from continuing to cook.
Jiang Queer felt a little disgusted.
Yu Huan really picked up one, looked around, and took a sip.
Except for this dish, the others looked normal.
Tongue sounds a bit strange, but growing up in the wasteland, I have eaten weirder things than this.
Jiang Que'er only didn't touch the plate of cactus.
Who told Sister Yu to say that she looks like a camel?
We must draw a clear line with camels.
After dinner, the waiter led them upstairs and arranged a full bunk for them that could sleep seven or eight people. Now it was only for five of them to rest.
Ji Baizhi didn't even have time to ask how he should sleep at night.
Dong Dong——
There was a knock on the door.
Chen Jing winked.
Jiang Queer threw the hammer, wrapped the steel rope around the door handle, and pulled it back.
With a creak, the door opened.
A man in brocade clothes walked in, holding a box in his hand: "Guys, I'm here to apologize."
He just walked in the door.
With a shake of his hand, Jiang Que'er took back the hammer on the door, and with a hiss, he threw out another hammer, banging it on the door and closing it.
The man's expression remained unchanged, and he glanced subconsciously, still smiling.
I was muttering in my mind.
The rustling sound of the wind was so powerful that if it fell on my head, I was afraid that my head would be torn apart and flew out.
However, the facade was not damaged at all, leaving only a shallow mark.
Control your power to the extreme.
Just like what the waiter said, he is a master.
"Who are you?" Chen Jing took off his shoes and got on the bed cross-legged.
The man replied: "I am the manager of Subei Inn. My surname is Su. Anyone who thinks highly of me will call me Mr. Su."
"Just the shopkeeper of Subei Inn?" Chen Jing tilted his head without even looking at him, "Have you forgotten what I said?"
"I asked someone to come here who can speak."
Mr. Su approached cautiously: "Guest, so-and-so is still eloquent."
Even when they approached the bed, none of the five people responded.
"Why don't you guys take a look at the sincerity of our store?" Mr. Su reached out and opened the box in his arms.
They are two silver ingots, as big as half a fist.
Mr. Su said softly: "There was an error in the shop today, which delayed the interest of several of you. This is my apology."
"I also ask for your forgiveness from our distinguished guests."
He said, looking at the expressions of the five people.
Unexpectedly, none of them had any obvious expressions on their faces.
Yu Huanzhen and the others were from a fairy sect, so they never worried about food and drink, and the currency used in the sect was not gold or silver.
Ji Baizhi was born in a refugee camp.
But at that time, the monks were more interested in written information or fragments of magic weapons. No amount of silver could be exchanged for a meal of potato chips.
Their concept of this thing only comes from Huangliang Realm.
Only one kilogram is needed.
Almost useless.
Chen Jing has a more intuitive concept.
Two such big pieces of silver should weigh one kilogram? Maybe more?
What is the price of silver now?
It seems like one kilogram costs five to six thousand yuan.
I have ten thousand dollars in front of me...
Less is more.
If someone suddenly gives him 10,000 yuan for no reason, he can call him "adopted father" on the spot, or twice without any problem.
But now there is a reason.
Mr. Su looked at them and frowned.
This is twenty taels of silver!
More is not much, but it depends on how it compares.
It was just a minor collision, and the compensation of twenty taels of silver was far beyond expectations.
These few are not moved at all?
Have a good attitude and experience in the world?
According to the words passed back from the waiter, only the man with tender skin and tender flesh had some experience. Although the other four were careful and skilled in martial arts, all the details revealed that they were all fledgling boys.
Since he is not an experienced person.
It can only be that they have no idea about this thing.
I feel that it is very common to be compensated with twenty taels of silver for this kind of thing.
hiss--
These guys must have some origins.
"How many distinguished guests are dissatisfied with this apology?" Mr. Su's voice became gentler.
Even if the desert is remote, people with unknown origins will still be offended as much as possible.
Chen Jing sighed: "There's no need to beat around the bush again."
"You should know what we're here for."
"You know what we want."
He held up a finger.
"Where is the secret treasure now? Who owns it? Is it true or false?"
"How many people are here, what realm they are at, and what weapons they are good at."
"Tell me all together."
Mr. Su's face changed slightly: "Your distinguished guest...isn't he a little too open-minded?"
"This is not a negotiation." Chen Jing said softly, "This is the compensation we demand."
The voice is not loud, but extremely firm.
Mr. Su pondered for a moment: "We do have some information on secret treasures, which can be given to the distinguished guests as compensation."
"But the latter one, we really can't do anything about it."
"You can do it." Chen Jing tilted his head, "If you want the secret treasure, you have to come to Subei. Unless you really can't think of living in the desert, but you don't have to worry about stupid people like that."
"Subei is such a small place, and there is only one inn like yours."
"But even if I don't stay in an inn, can I still escape your eyes and ears?"
Mr. Su shook his head and said in a sincere tone: "Please change your request."
"I want information about those people who came to Subei on the surface." Chen Jing immediately changed his mind, "What about the weapons, realm, and kung fu? It should be as detailed as possible."
Mr. Su sighed: "All the distinguished guests said so..."
"Don't act so reluctantly." Chen Jing rolled his eyes, "You just made less money."
Mr. Su turned around and was about to leave: "I will send someone to deliver the information later, and the guests will..."
"Keep the money." Chen Jing interrupted him.
Mr. Su was stunned.
this......
Haven't we already agreed on compensation?
Why do you still need money?
"I didn't say no." Chen Jingli said confidently.
Mr. Su breathed a sigh of relief, walked back, put the box at Chen Jing's feet, turned around with a long stride, and closed the door heavily.
This guy!
So shameless!
