I open a restaurant in Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 435 Tong Qian's wrist, blood bag·honest man·Liu San

Lin Yuan did give everyone a day off, but not everyone could rest immediately.

Wang Chaling wanted to lock up the evil spirits imprisoned in the Wang family's ancestral home and exchange them all for Peace Hotel commemorative coins. The number was huge, so Liu Qingqing naturally wouldn't just put a puppet guarding the exchange counter.

What's more, Tong Qian has always been by her side.

"If it's about the notebook, forget it. It belongs to all of us, and you can't just hand it over to the headquarters. If you really want to send the information out, you can copy it. Don't say I didn't give you a chance." Liu Qingqing has always hated Tong Qian.

That's from a personal standpoint.

It is the same now. She still has no good feelings towards Tong Qian, a traitor in her eyes, but she is willing to treat her fairly.

In my mind, Zhang Youhong's voice laughed frivolously, "You hate someone so much, but you don't find a chance to kill her. Instead, you still want to treat her fairly. I don't know whether to call you naive or stupid."

Liu Qingqing said calmly: "My goal has always been clear, that is to become the proprietress of the Peace Hotel. If you want to sit in that position, you must have the corresponding mind and courage. Tong Qian is indeed selling out Brother Yuan's information, but it is all insignificant information. As long as Brother Yuan still recognizes her status in the store, I will not change my current attitude."

Zhang Youhong asked, "So the information recorded in those diaries is also irrelevant?"

"The headquarters' attitude towards Brother Yuan has been changing, but what is certain is that while Brother Yuan remains absolutely powerful, no one would dare to take action against him. The information recorded in the diary is indeed very important, but I have always had a doubt, that is, if they really cannot be exposed, would He let us take charge of these notebooks?" Liu Qingqing said.

There are two managers of the Peace Hotel.

One is Him who is as high as a god and rarely shows up. He also watches everything in the world and possesses absolute power to suppress everything.

The other one is him who is just like an ordinary person.

His cognition was limited by Him, and he was unable to understand and acknowledge the existence of the supernatural and evil spirits. Instead, he was attracted by technology, machinery, and other things.

At most, there would be some monsters and wild beasts attacking the city.

Obviously, he is the consciousness of an ordinary person separated by Him, and is also a part of Him, but he is the most real one, and is... Lin Yuan in his mortal period.

As a mortal, everything Lin Yuan experienced in the Wang family's ancestral home was very thrilling.

But as He who looks down on the world like a god, He sees everything in the Wang family's ancestral home and has absolute control over it.

But He did not react at all to these five notebooks.

Obviously, even if the contents of the diary in the notebook were leaked, it would not have much impact, otherwise He would have used the white fog ghost domain to warn or even wiped them out.

How could it be like it is now, as if nothing had happened.

"Although Tong Qian is loyal to the headquarters, she is not stupid. Do you see even a trace of a fearless expression on her face?" Liu Qingqing said.

Zhang Youhong smiled and said nothing else, as if she didn't exist.

Liu Qingqing did not let her go and continued to ask: "Which era do you live in? To be able to leave consciousness through dismembered ghosts and supernatural objects, your strength should be very terrifying. Have you ever heard of or even seen a store manager from that era?"

Zhang Youhong still did not answer and disappeared completely.

"Do you know why Mr. Qin is the foundation of the headquarters?" Tong Qian suddenly said.

Mr. Qin?
What about that little old man who, at the age of a hundred or eighty, was intimidated by the "store manager" and still ran and drove the supernatural bus?

Is he the foundation of the headquarters?
Liu Qingqing looked strange, as if she had heard a huge joke, but Tong Qian seemed not to have seen it, and said solemnly: "Mr. Qin's strength is terrifying, and his ability is very special. He can predict things many years later."

Obviously, Tong Qian didn't really fully understand Mr. Qin's power.

But this is normal. In the headquarters, most people only know that Old Qin is a ghost rider who has lived for a long time and is like an old senior. He is more like a mascot in the headquarters.

Only the higher-ups are aware that Mr. Qin’s strength is extremely formidable and is currently the headquarters’ biggest trump card.

But almost no one knows what exactly Mr. Qin's power is. Just now on the supernatural bus, Tong Qian briefly talked about the Wang family's ancestral home and Wang Lu's diary in the notebook.

Originally, Lu Zhiwen, the captain of the headquarters, was on the haunted bus.

But when getting on the car today, Lu Zhiwen was not in the car, so Tong Qian could only talk to Mr. Qin about the situation and hope to get some help.

In her capacity as the Peace Hotel.

Cao Yanhua also told her some information about the headquarters, including Old Qin's terrifying strength, which was why she asked Old Qin for help.

Mr. Qin was also very interested in those diaries, so he gave Tong Qian this idea.

Liu Qingqing narrowed her eyes slightly, "I don't believe it. Even if he has such ability, it is absolutely impossible for him to predict Brother Yuan's future."

She is no longer a novice in the paranormal circle.

The strength of that old Qin is far inferior to that of the store manager, otherwise he would not have driven the car so obediently. He was even affected by the supernatural and turned from a human into an animal.

Can Mr. Qin’s ability influence the store manager?

She would never believe it.

Admittedly, being able to predict the future decades later is indeed a scary thing, and she is also very interested in the future of herself and the store manager.

But unfortunately, Mr. Qin’s identity is not enough.

Tong Qian nodded and said, "You are right. Old Qin really cannot use his supernatural powers to peek into his future. Even us, because we are deeply affected by his supernatural powers, cannot be predicted. But other people can. Some information does not have to be learned from the person involved."

Liu Qingqing's expression slightly moved, but her face quickly turned cold, "You should have convinced the others, right?"

Tong Qian did not deny it. "As long as you agree, I can take these five notebooks out. Of course, I only need one night."

There is only one article in the notebook, and specific means are required to view the subsequent content.

Although this method has not been confirmed, it can be basically confirmed that it is the mysterious pendulum clock in the Wang family's ancestral home, because some strokes in the diary written in the notebook were sent to the past by the mysterious pendulum clock.

Only by restarting the mysterious pendulum clock and sending back the past strokes can the subsequent diary contents be revealed.

Where is the mysterious pendulum clock?
Now this pendulum clock is no longer in the Wang family’s ancestral home, but is hanging in the lobby of the Peace Hotel. So if you want to know the contents behind it, it is impossible to take the notebook away completely.

"Okay, I agree."

Liu Qingqing took out two notebooks from her bosom and handed them to Tong Qian. She looked directly into Tong Qian's eyes and said, "I want to see them tomorrow morning. At the same time, I hope to talk to Mr. Qin in person. I hope he won't refuse."

"It's natural."

After taking the two notebooks, Tong Qian was obviously relieved.

Together with the two notebooks she obtained after persuading He Yuelian and He Yiner, and the one she brought with her, the five notebooks were now complete.

That's right.

The previous five notebooks were kept by the four of them respectively, except that Liu Qingqing kept one extra.

Just at this time, Wang Chaling, Xiao An and Xiao Xi came back with a bunch of evil spirits, and everyone became busy.

The ghost catcher Lao Fan, the watchdog starving ghost Lao Hua, the watchdog knocking ghost Lao Hei, the tall male corpse Li Qingzhi, as well as Fang Shiming and Guo Fan, all came out to help maintain order.

Nearly a hundred evil spirits transformed into animals.

Among them were some who brought their ghost slaves and transformed into groups of monkeys, snakes, and wolves, directly filling up this bluestone path.

Even though they have turned into animals, they are still very quiet.

But it still makes people feel awe. Fortunately, they are all very honest and walk into the commemorative coin exchange office one after another, so no trouble is caused.

Lin Yuan was on the third floor looking in this direction.

The thick fog could not block his sight. Looking at so many wild beasts entering his shop, Lin Yuan smiled happily.

But the smile soon disappeared, because Liu Qingqing sent a message: "We don't have enough commemorative coins."

"It's okay. I'll contact Lao Liu right away and ask him to send some materials over for on-site production. Let Xiao Wang wait a moment. It will be ready soon."

After Lin Yuan gave his instructions, he immediately called Liu San.

The Peace Hotel has been closed to the public these past two days, so Liu San naturally had no intention of going to the Peace Hotel to play virtual games. This gave him just the right amount of time to take care of the affairs in DQ City.

of course.

As the captain, what he needs to pay most attention to is supernatural events.

In recent days, some supernatural events have also broken out in DQ City, but most of them are only C- and B-level supernatural events, and the degree of horror is not particularly high, so they are relatively simple to deal with.

Liu San has a lot of special paper figures, and most of the time he doesn't even need to take action himself.

When Liu San received the call from the "store manager", he had already guessed the reason, so he was not surprised to hear that they wanted rice dumpling leaves.

However, when he heard the quantity requested by the "store manager", his body trembled, "Boss Lin, how many do you want?"

Lin Yuan's voice came from the phone, "Not many, give me another thousand."

Today’s events served as a wake-up call to Lin Yuan. In addition, He Yuelian was about to open a branch, so he also planned to stock up on more rice dumpling leaves to make commemorative coins, so as to avoid having to look for raw materials when the time comes, as he did today.

A thousand? Just kill me!

Liu San has always felt that his strength is not weak, but a thousand rice dumpling leaves are actually a thousand pieces of paper that carry his supernatural power.

If used properly, this amount of paper can be used to make ten special paper figures, that is, paper figures that imprison an evil spirit and can borrow the evil spirit's supernatural power.

And the number of special paper figures he currently possesses does not exceed twenty.

Now the "store manager" asks for so many rice dumpling leaves. Is he planning to squeeze himself dry?

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Lin Yuan asked puzzledly.

Liu San forced a smile and said, "Please forgive me, Boss Lin. The material of these zongzi leaves is very special and the production process is very complicated. Fifteen zongzi leaves a day is almost the limit. The store has been closed for the past two days, and I have only saved thirty leaves. I really can't take out a thousand!"

Of course, there is some truth to this statement.

It was naturally impossible for Liu San to tell the truth to the "store manager", otherwise he would completely become a "blood bag" of the Peace Hotel. What was the difference between that and selling himself?
At present, he has twenty special paper figures, which equal two thousand rice dumpling leaves when broken down.

And he can produce more than twenty "zongzi leaves" every day.

Don’t tear down the paper figures you have now.

Use fifteen coins to exchange for a three-yuan commemorative coin, and the rest can be accumulated. When you have enough, you can make a new paper man. Then use two commemorative coins to spend at the Peace Hotel, and you can buy and activate a fierce ghost, put it into the paper man, and make it into a special paper man to enhance its own strength.

This is the profit he can see from this transaction, apart from the supernatural protection of the "store manager".

Lin Yuan said: "Old Liu, it's meaningless for you to say that. Don't say that you didn't have any stock before. After all, we are old acquaintances. Even if it is some stock, I am in a hurry now. You can't let me down!"

Liu San: “…”

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yuan sighed, "The skills of the Lao Liu family are not good. The quality of the zongzi leaves is very good, and the commemorative coins made are also very exquisite, but the output is too low. Now the business of the store is still average, and the consumption is not too large, but if branches are opened in the future and the adventurer tavern system is established, the amount of commemorative coins will have to be increased, otherwise there is no way. I just don't know if Lao Liu is really playing tricks on me. Let's see today, I don't know how many zongzi leaves he can bring."

In order to appease Wang Chaling, Lin Yuan also rushed down.

He obviously had enough face, and Wang Chaling was willing to wait a little longer. It was not until half an hour later that Liu San finally arrived.

It is still the orangutan face wrapped in the inverted triangle shape of rice dumpling leaves.

But even with this gorilla face, one could still see that Liu San was pale, without a trace of blood. He even staggered when he walked, and looked extremely weak, as if he was going to be buried in the next moment.

This frightened Lin Yuan, and he quickly stepped forward to support Liu San, asking with concern: "What's wrong? Did you donate too much blood?"

Liu San shook his head and picked up a password box beside him and handed it over. "Boss Lin, take a look. This is the rice dumpling leaves I sent over. I guarantee they are all of the highest quality. One thousand sheets."

“Are there really a thousand of them?”

Lin Yuan sighed when he took the password box, but this sentence made Liu San almost vomit blood: Boss, you were just joking, and you didn't expect me to take out so much?

Then I...

For a moment, Liu San wanted to die.

"Yes, the quality is excellent. You have put in a lot of effort, Old Liu."

Opening the password box and looking at the neatly arranged and fresh rice dumpling leaves inside, Lin Yuan nodded with satisfaction, and then said with concern, "But Old Liu, you need to take good care of your body. Look at you, you are so young, but you are almost going to be hospitalized."

Liu San said helplessly: "There is nothing I can do. These zongzi leaves have a very direct relationship with me, so the yield is so low."

Lin Yuan was stunned for a moment, and looked at the rice dumpling leaves wrapped around Liu San's body. He seemed to have thought of something, and murmured, "So this rice dumpling skin of yours isn't performance art?"

Liu San: “…”

Lin Yuan then realized that the so-called rice dumpling leaf production factory did not exist at all, and the rice dumplings on Liu San’s body were not the promotional items he used to promote his own rice dumpling factory.

He was also a poor man who once had one foot on the line of death. After undergoing biotechnology surgery, he became what he is now.

The rice dumpling leaves used to make commemorative coins for himself were not processed in a factory. They were torn off by Liu San from the rice dumpling leaves that had become one with him.

This rice dumpling skin has the ability to self-repair, but its efficiency is limited and it cannot be produced indefinitely.

In order to get the thousand pieces of rice dumpling leaves that he wanted, plus some of the stock that Liu San had previously had, he almost had to bleed himself to barely get the enough together.

Good guy!
Lin Yuan was really touched. He patted Liu San on the shoulder and said, "Old Liu, you are really too honest. But you are such a good person, you will definitely be rewarded."

Liu San was overjoyed.

Of course it was not because of the compliments from the "store manager", but because after the compliments, he could clearly feel that the spiritual protection he had received had increased a bit.

If it was said that before, this supernatural protection would only be activated when he was on the verge of death.

That now.

When the damage he suffers reaches a certain level, this supernatural protection will be activated, and his life will be better protected!

Seeing Liu San so excited because of his compliment, Lin Yuan felt really embarrassed.

"It feels like bullying an honest child. Alas! Compared with Wang Chaling from Dadong City, Lao Liu, who is also the team leader, is still too honest. I should take better care of him in the future to prevent him from being bullied and affecting the production of rice dumplings leaves." Lin Yuan thought.

After getting the rice dumpling leaves, Lin Yuan asked He Yiner to get some ink.

He Yiner immediately rushed to the fish pond, caught the cuttlefish that was transformed from ghost blood, then took a bucket and filled it with ink.

When she threw the cuttlefish into the fish pond.

This originally plump cuttlefish has shriveled up and become limp, floating directly on the water surface, as if it had been completely squeezed dry.

One thousand rice dumpling leaves are just enough to make one thousand Peace Hotel commemorative coins with a face value of three yuan.

According to the exchange ratio previously agreed upon with Liu San, fifteen zongzi leaves require one commemorative coin with a face value of three yuan, which means that nine hundred and nine hundred zongzi leaves require sixty-six commemorative coins with a face value of three yuan.

The remaining ten rice dumpling leaves were not enough.

Lin Yuan thought about it, then took out the freshly baked commemorative coins and handed sixty-seven three-yuan commemorative coins to Liu San, and said with emotion: "Old Liu, there is no need to make up the remaining five zongzi leaves. Go back and have a good rest. Don't ruin your body."

Liu San: “…”

The remaining 933 commemorative coins were left at the exchange office. After completing the transaction with Wang Chaling, there were still more than 800 coins left.

At this point, there was nothing going on in the store.

Lin Yuan went straight back to the third floor and gave everyone a day off. He asked everyone to go home after get off work, and those who didn't want to go home could stay on the second floor of the store.

Needless to say, Wang Chaling naturally returned to Dadong City.

"Mr. Wang, the coffee you ordered."

On the top floor of Ning'an Building, Wang Chaling did not live in the Wang family's old house that had just been reclaimed, but lived in the office of this building.

His hands were flipping through the diary of his father Wang Lu that he had obtained from Lin Yuan.

He was watching so intently that he didn't notice someone pushing the door and walking in. It was only when the other person spoke in his ear that he suddenly woke up.

Snapped!
He closed the diary and looked coldly at the woman who was bending over to put coffee in front of him, "Zhen? Who let you in?"

The woman called Azhen was wearing a light blue suit that was very slim-fitting and outlined her perfect and seductive figure.

She is also very good-looking, and judging from her temperament, she should be the type of strong woman. However, when Wang Cha Ling scolded her, she showed a panicked expression like a frightened little white rabbit. She seemed a little at a loss, and she didn't know where to put her hands.

The strong contrast can easily arouse a man's desire to protect.

Even though Wang Chaling was mentally strong, he still felt a little sorry after seeing this scene, so he slowed down his tone and said, "I remember I just told you not to disturb me unless it's important."

Ah Zhen seemed to have recovered a little bit of her mentality and whispered, "I still remember, but I am your secretary, Mr. Wang. To me, your health is the most important thing. Since around five o'clock this afternoon, you have been locking yourself in the office and not eating. I am worried..."

"There's nothing to worry about, just go out." Wang Chaling said in a deep voice.

"But...I understand."

Ah Zhen was still somewhat unwilling, but looking at Wang Chaling's cold eyes, she could only nod in grievance and turn away.

Looking at her back, Wang Chaling's eyes softened a little, then he lowered his head and continued to read the notebook in his hand.

This notebook is not thick and is very old. Most importantly, only the content of the first diary entry can be seen clearly.

As for the other content?
Yes, but the strokes are incomplete and they are just some meaningless outlines. It is impossible to tell what the content is and they basically have no effect.

The first article that could be seen clearly was the story recorded by Wang Lu, the old house of the Wang family and the mysterious pendulum clock.

When Lin Yuan was here before, he had already handed the notebook to him, but the contents on it were all about topics like biotechnology surgery and monsters.

It was not until Lin Yuan led the team away that the "real" content above was revealed.

These contents record the origin of the mysterious pendulum clock and how Mr. and Mrs. Wang Lu used the mysterious pendulum clock to create a mysterious place as scary as the Wang family's ancestral home.

(End of this chapter)