Bang——
With the sound of the dinner plate being slammed down, the cracked ceramics and dishes were instantly exploded.
The vegetable soup dripped thickly along the hems of his clothes and trousers, and Yin Hang, who blocked the blow, felt a little helpless.
For ordinary guests, waving their hands and throwing them two or three meters, no matter how many times they see it in movies, is completely different from seeing it with their own eyes, not to mention that we are a legal society now, and entangled with tortoise boxing is considered too much. of the fight.
But those immature 'waiter' students also stood there dumbly, which seemed a little inappropriate.
But strictly speaking, they have never left campus. In their eyes, their current work is probably similar to social practice.
Even when they arrived, their bags were filled with snacks and power banks. In addition, they were warned to take care of the 'survivors' and must not conflict with them. But now the survivors have conflicts with ordinary guests, which makes They didn't know what to do for a while.
If you are a genuine hotel waiter, you must have corresponding emergency measures when encountering this situation. You must at least call the lobby manager. You must not let the conflict between the two parties be intensified to this point.
In the past, Yin Hang was probably one of the stunned ones, but when he was responsible for distributing food in the secret realm... this kind of thing was indeed a bit common.
Yin Hang squatted down slightly, hid a healing talisman in his hand, and then lightly scratched it with a 'finger cot'. The boy's injury, which he could have healed on his own, was healed in an instant.
The boy was a little stunned. The pain seemed to still remain in his nerves, and his whole body felt as if he had fallen off a cliff in his sleep and then woke up suddenly, so distorted.
At this time, the surrounding 'waiters' came to their senses and hurriedly tried to grab the boy who smashed the plate, while some ran over to check on Yin Hang's injuries.
"I'm fine," Yin Hang waved his hand, "Go and call your manager over first."
"Manager...?" A waitress girl who ran to get a napkin was a little stunned.
"Yes, you can't handle the current situation." Yin Hang frowned and walked over when he saw that the young man was still trying to struggle.
The 'waiters' around him used some force, but with the F-level cultivators taking action seriously, the young man could not move no matter how much he wanted to resist. And while he was struggling, a white identification tag fell out.
Yin Hang picked it up and found three special silver-gray marks engraved on it.
A third-level casual cultivator, the same level as myself.
"Give it back to me!" The young man suddenly stood up half of his body, but in the next moment he was pushed back to the ground even harder.
After all, those who control him now are not a few little puppies, but equally energetic students.
"Stop being so fucking biased. I stood in front of this grandson, and he cursed angrily for a long time, and he was the one who made the first move. Are you blind and selective?"
The surrounding 'waiters' and students all looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.
Yin Hang didn't want to answer this kind of question, and the nature of the problem was beyond his ability to deal with, but he couldn't let the current problem continue to be serious.
"Which division are you a casual cultivator? Who is the responsible leader?" Yin Hang asked in a deep voice.
When the young man heard this, he was stunned.
"Who is the signing examiner for the casual cultivator level certification examination, and how do you memorize the basic rules!"
The boy's throat felt dry for a moment, "I..."
"The first page, the first chapter, the first article!"
The young man slowly lowered his head, "Any conditions, any situation, any price, the safety of people's lives is the top priority..."
"You know how to memorize it, is it because you have to take a test?" Yin Hang placed the identification tag in front of the young man. As for whether he felt he was qualified to take it back, it had nothing to do with him.
However, Yin Hang himself had never memorized those rules, but he did remember this one very clearly.
After all, before he had the inheritance, he was saved by the code.
"I'm so sorry—!"
A middle-aged man who was slightly fat but wore a simple and smart uniform hurriedly ran over from the front hall.
"I am the administrative manager of the hotel. I am really sorry for this kind of thing. We will immediately..."
"Um, I..." Yin Hang hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice: "Our hotel...don't you know the current situation in the restaurant?"
"I know," the administrative manager said immediately, "but the situation is a little complicated, and we are processing it urgently."
"Please trust us!"
But even though the other party said this, Yin Hang was still a little embarrassed when he saw the 'Administrative Manager' work badge, and then continued: "Demarcate a separate area and provide food for the survivors in the form of your work meals. Priority is given to supply quantity, and there is no need to consider taste issues for the time being.”
"Survivor?" The administrative manager was slightly stunned.
But the other party's question caused Yin Hang to misunderstand what he meant. Then Yin Hang asked the administrative manager to follow him into a box, and in front of the other party, he took out boxes of special food from the storage mirror. At the same time, he instructed: "Add these at a ratio of 1:100 and provide them to the survivors."
"As for the ordinary food that is still being prepared, the waiters will guide it to ordinary guests."
"But remember, the two parties must be separated, and some smart people can be found to sneak in and guide them..."
Yin Hang was talking, but suddenly he noticed the manager's spitting movement, and realized something was wrong and asked: "Are you really the administrative manager of the hotel?"
"Yes, yes," the administrative manager wiped the sweat from his forehead, "It's been almost seven years here."
He could barely guess what happened recently, but it still made him feel a little unbelievable when it actually appeared in front of him.
Yin Hang rubbed his temples helplessly. The manager he asked those 'students' to call was their teacher, or the person in charge of the site. How could he really call an administrative manager?
And you have to shout, call a restaurant manager to come over. What do you mean by calling an administrative manager? Yin Hang thought it was their teacher's temporary identity.
Now that official literature is blocked, students like them can’t even understand it?
What's even more outrageous is that the manager's answers were all very professional, and when it came to the survivors' questions, Yin Hang thought the other party was hinting at 'move over'...
"Then it's up to you."
Yin Hang tried his best to smile, and after finding out the location of the kitchen, he went over to pick up a leg of lamb and ran back to his room.
After all, the news of the recovery of spiritual energy has gradually begun to be opened to the public, and this is still Huaibei. Let them find a way to deal with this 'administrative manager'. What do they have to worry about?
(End of chapter)
