I open a restaurant in Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 699 Meeting "God"

"Yes, there are rules at the post office. There's nothing we can do about it; after all, we're just trying to make a living."

Zhang Xianguang smiled, his eyes filled with deep gratitude as he looked at Lin Yuan.

He had already prepared himself to appear before his father in the form of a gorilla for the last time.

But now, the "store manager" has given him a respectable position, how could he not be grateful?

Lin Yuan just smiled and then looked at another person.

And this person was the one that Li Qingzhi, and even the blind Zhang Bohua, cared about the most.

He Yin'er and Guo Fan were completely baffled by this person.

"Da He, do you know this person? He seems kind of familiar to me," Guo Fan asked in a low voice.

He Yin'er shook her head, "I have the same feeling, but I don't know them."

Zhang Youhong, who recognized the man, had her head down, perhaps because something on the ground had caught her attention.

Since getting off the paranormal bus and meeting up with Lin Yuan and his group, Zhang Youhong has been very quiet.

Or rather, she was very quiet on the paranormal bus.

As the other half, her identity is extremely sensitive here.

The man was dressed in black cloth clothes and cloth shoes.

Judging by his age, he was probably around a hundred years old, and his skin was very loose and aged.

You can even see patches of age spots, or perhaps livor mortis?
The old man's eyes were slightly closed, his gaze revealing a complex light.

"Luo Wensong, I didn't expect to see you here." Li Qingzhi's voice was numb, devoid of any emotion.

Yet, one could also sense a subtle excitement within it.

Zhang Bohua said quietly, "After so many years, I never imagined we would meet again in this way."

"Yeah, I didn't expect that either."

The old man's voice was hoarse, somewhat similar to Li Qingzhi's, with a rough, gritty quality, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time, which took some getting used to.

His gaze fell on Lin Yuan, a hint of anger lurking beneath the surface.

But it was just anger, without any more negative emotions.

Even that anger dissipated in a very short time, leaving only deep awe.

after all.

As the watchdog of the Peace Hotel, Luo Wensong's body was completely branded with the Peace Hotel's name after his death.

In other words, his strength was terrifying enough, and he was fed with countless "bones," which made his strength surpass that of his previous life. Most importantly, Lin Yuan wanted him to vent his emotions, which is why he showed such an appearance.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to muster the slightest anger.

"Alright, everyone, let's not stand at the door anymore. But speaking of which, we've been here for so long, and the hosts haven't come out to greet us. Isn't that a bit too impolite?" Lin Yuan raised his doubts.

Discourteous?

Are you referring to... Zhangdong?
Guo Fan immediately chimed in, "Brother Yuan, you're right. The hosts here are indeed quite impolite."

"Shut up!" Luo Wensong shouted in a low voice.

Guo Fan's eyebrows twitched, clearly quite startled by the sound.

He was also somewhat annoyed.

As a fellow employee of the Peace Hotel, and even as a "human," he had no fear of Luo Wensong, who was a "dog."

Go ahead and bite me if you dare!
"Did Brother Yuan say something wrong?"

Luo Wensong did not treat Guo Fan, who was stubborn and defiant, with the same attitude he had towards Lin Yuan.

Although they are of different statuses, as employees of the Peace Hotel, his position is even higher than Guo Fan's.

However, he still glanced at Lin Yuan.

Just then, Zhang Bohua smoothed things over, saying, "Boss Lin, you don't know the situation here. Old Zhang has also contributed a lot to this land. Now that he's on his deathbed, he should at least receive appropriate treatment."

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, you're right. Those who have contributed to this land should indeed be treated with more leniency and appropriate recognition."

Lin Yuan nodded in agreement. "How about this? It's a funeral, but it's too meager. They probably don't have much savings. I'll arrange for some people to come and make this funeral a grand affair. What do you all think?"

What do you think?
Of course, you should stand and watch!
Lin Yuan has already made his point to this extent, and his tone is definitely not one of discussion. Who can raise any objections?
Just because there's no white mist around, does that mean this place doesn't belong to the "shop manager's" territory?
He Yin'er, Guo Fan, and even Zhang Youhong, who was only half-body, might not be able to sense it, but Zhang Bohua, Li Qingzhi, Qin Lao, and Luo Wensong, who had regained consciousness in a short time, could feel that hidden but unmatched and unstoppable force!

The "store manager" gave them face, so they couldn't throw that face away.

and……

When they made arrangements for their own affairs, they did so in order to cause trouble for their descendants and at the same time cultivate the idea of ​​successors.

The same applies to Zhangdong.

However, the situation is completely different now.

With the existence of the Peace Hotel and the "Manager," this era has completely changed.

The fact that Zhang Bohua voluntarily checked into the Peace Hotel shows that he had seen hope for ending the era of the supernatural.

In that case, it wouldn't be a big problem to make some changes to Zhang Dong's funeral.

"Let's ask the host for their opinion," Old Qin thought, somewhat unwillingly.

He couldn't talk to the future about anything involving the "store manager".

The mission she was created for turned into a joke because of Lin Yuan's appearance.

A century of perseverance has become a joke.

How could he possibly accept this?

If even Zhang Dong is powerless to suppress Lin Yuan, then... he will accept it.

Lin Yuan saw through his thoughts.

Or rather, Old Qin has never hidden his thoughts.

This is a blatant, open conspiracy!
Unless Lin Yuan is willing to overturn the table, he, as an ordinary person interacting with them, cannot possibly be an unwelcome guest who has been invited over.

They don't even listen to the owner's ideas and insist on doing things their own way.

The Peace Hotel is always portrayed as a respectable family, not a bandit group.

“I agree with Mr. Lin’s idea. My father had many relatives and friends during his lifetime, and they will probably all attend the funeral. However, my father didn’t make any preparations this time and only invited a few people. Those old friends may come uninvited, so it’s better to make preparations in advance to avoid being caught off guard.” Zhang Xianguang stepped forward.

He immediately sided with Lin Yuan.

Old Qin said quietly, "You're not the only family member present." With that, he turned his gaze to Zhang Youhong, who had been quiet and acting as a background figure.

Seeing everyone's eyes turn to her, Zhang Youhong showed no embarrassment or unease. Instead, she said with great poise and confidence, "I agree with this idea."

Old Qin took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "The one inside isn't really dead yet. Why don't we go and ask him for his opinion again?"

Ask Zhang Dong?
Lin Yuan pursed his lips and said, "This old man is very stubborn. I told him that my shop has special healing methods. I won't say he'll live to be a hundred, but he can at least extend his life a little longer. But he just doesn't believe me and refuses to leave. What else is there to ask? Old Zhang, don't you think so?"

Zhang Bohua sensed the life force within his body and chuckled dryly, "Perhaps he has his own ideas."

As the person involved, he was most aware of the effects at the Peace Hotel.

Given his original physical condition, he might not be dead now, but his condition would definitely be very poor, and he might even need to have his body parts dismembered to save his life.

It's nothing like it is now.

He is still able to walk like a normal person and is in very good health.

He even suspected that Lin Yuan could cure his eyes if he wanted to.

However, the essence of this vitality is also supernatural power.

The power of the White Mist Ghost Domain is so strange that he still hasn't figured it out.

However, the vitality in his body was indeed achieved through the supernatural phenomena within the White Mist Ghost Realm.

However, this has side effects.

It is entirely understandable that Zhang Dong was unwilling to use this to prolong his life.

Including Li Qingzhi and Luo Wensong.

If they were truly still alive, they wouldn't be using this method to prolong their lives.

Only he didn't seem to care much about his condition.

It doesn't matter who benefits from this supernatural aura in the end.

As long as he can see the future he wants to see, that's enough.

He saw it at the Peace Hotel, so he stayed. It's that simple.

"I still think we should respect the person's opinion. Mr. Lin, you're in big business, you should understand this principle," Old Qin continued, sticking to his stance.

Lin Yuan glanced at him, and that one glance made Old Qin's heart skip a beat.

But he did not back down.

A virtuous person can be deceived by reason!

The person here now is the "store manager," so his actions will not be met with retaliation.

Lin Yuan wasn't that petty. "Alright, let's go in and ask him for his opinion."

The tense atmosphere instantly eased.

As the son, Zhang Xianguang naturally assumed the role of the host, pushing open the door and leading everyone into the hall.

This old house is a typical example of a house from the Republican era.

With its carved beams and painted rafters, it's clear that the family is wealthy. However, considering the portrait of Zhang Dong in his youth hanging in Mingyue Residential Area, this makes perfect sense.

The portrait depicts a young warlord who is wealthy, powerful, and handsome.

Its own strength is terrifying.

It's just an old house, nothing special, but in this dim old forest, the atmosphere of this old house is somewhat eerie, looking like a haunted house.

The two lanterns that were hanging at the entrance just now provided a faint light.

After entering the room, Lin Yuan suddenly turned around and glanced back.

The two lanterns, which were originally bright red, had turned white in many places.

It looks like it's fading.

The lobby is very spacious and has a traditional layout, with armchairs placed on the left, right, and directly opposite the entrance.

Meanwhile, Zhang Dong, dressed in simple clothes, sat calmly in the host's seat, as if he had known about their arrival all along, and said quietly, "You've all come."

One sentence was enough to make Zhang Xianguang and Zhang Youhong nervous.

They opened their mouths, but clearly knew what to say.

Li Qingzhi, Luo Wensong, Zhang Bohua, and Old Qin were all emotionally charged at this moment, looking at the old man in front of them with complicated expressions, without saying a word.

The feeling was as if mortals were paying homage to gods, solemn and awe-inspiring.

A light, cheerful voice broke the solemnity and quiet. It was the voice of "shop manager" Lin Yuan: "Old Zhang, we all came because we received your invitation. But to be honest, this is the first time I've ever received an invitation from a living person."

Zhang Dong chuckled and said, "Everything has to start the first time, isn't that great? Besides, haven't you been looking forward to this day all along?"

"Don't slander me. Although I sometimes dislike you, Lao Qin is right about one thing: you deserve respect."

Lin Yuan became unusually serious, but quickly laughed again. "It is precisely because of this respect that I feel that such a quiet funeral is not appropriate. Do you want me to help you with it? I don't expect it to be a grand affair, but at least it will give your old friends a more relaxed opportunity to apologize to you, so that they don't crowd together, which could easily lead to a stampede."

Stampede?

Are they afraid that if there are too many ghosts, a chaotic battle will break out?

"Alright, then I'll leave this to you. But could you perhaps have this old friend keep me company for a chat? After all, we might not have much time to have a proper conversation in the future."

Zhang Dong pointed to Luo Wensong, Li Qingzhi, and Zhang Bohua, but did not point to Qin Lao and Zhang Youhong.

"It's alright, it's fine to let them all stay. I'll get back to work now. I can't guarantee the funeral will be handled well, but at least nothing will go wrong."

Lin Yuan waved his hand and turned to leave with ease.

He Yin'er and Guo Fan exchanged a glance and immediately followed him out. Otherwise, the atmosphere here was really unbearable for them, and it was more appropriate to stay with the "store manager".

"She was outside the door and didn't come in."

Zhang Bohua suddenly spoke up. There were no outsiders here, so there was no need to be so careful with his words.

Zhang Dong's expression remained unchanged. After glancing at the group, he slowly said, "It seems Luo Qian won't be coming. I've heard about his situation; it seems Lin Yuan dislikes him. Otherwise, with both of you here, there's no reason for him not to come."

The "two of you" he was referring to were naturally Luo Wensong and Li Qingzhi.

"I never imagined that my death would be like this, that I would end up as someone's watchdog. I never expected that I would regain some consciousness. If nothing unexpected happens, I can probably hold on for another seven days." Luo Wensong sighed, his expression softening somewhat.

Li Qingzhi continued, "Yes, I'm alright, since I already had a backup plan. But you... well, it's fine too. With someone like the shop manager around, we guys can go with peace of mind."

"Can you really go without worry? I heard that a lot of people are after you. Don't you need to protect yourself?" Luo Wensong teased.

(End of this chapter)