I open a restaurant in Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 702 Wild Beasts Hibernating Under the Trees
Flattery?

No, no, no, this is the most sincere statement, completely from the bottom of my heart!

Fang Shiming never thought he was flattering anyone; rather, his words were heartfelt sentiments. Therefore, although his words sounded extremely obsequious, they did not come across as those of a sycophant.

Even Lin Yuan had to admit that Fang Shiming was a real talent!
Therefore, the personnel who will be responsible for handling the funeral arrangements can be determined.

Chefs: Tong Qian, Xiao Ru, Fang Shiming.

Musician: Xianglan.

Security: Gui Cha·Lao Fan.

Waiter: King Twins.

Liu Qingqing and He Yuelian also volunteered to help, and Lin Yuan naturally did not refuse.

These two were two of the original four great female chefs, and their skills were certified... well, except for He Yuelian. But even if their skills were questionable, they could still help serve the dishes.

Including He Yin'er and Guo Fan who had been following them, there were about eleven people and ghosts here, which was quite a lot.

In fact, the Peace Hotel has not taken on many large-scale projects, but those projects have all been quite representative.

One was a banquet held for Zhang Xianguang, a gathering of relatives and friends, in a relatively relaxed atmosphere.

One was the wedding banquet held for Fang Shiming and the ghost messenger Lao Fan, which was the most festive type.

Now, they're going to hold a funeral for Zhang Dong, a funeral of the sad kind, so it's really a complete affair.

"Brother Yuan, how many tables are you planning to host this time? We need to prepare accordingly." Liu Qingqing asked.

How many tables?

Lin Yuan recalled the plot of the mysterious revival. There were many ghosts in it, but none of them were specific. But there must have been several hundred.
If we want to set up a table, there might not be enough space.

The space outside the old house in the woods is not large; it's just a narrow path.

The inner courtyard was also not spacious, and judging from Zhang Dong's intentions, it was impossible for him to open it up to entertain those "guests" who came from afar.

In other words, we still need to tidy up the venue for this banquet?

Lin Yuan was somewhat annoyed, but he tolerated it because he knew Zhang Dong would definitely be taken to the Peace Hotel after his death; after all, they would all be on his side from now on.

"Prepare ten tables, but make sure to prepare a lot of food. We'll be having a continuous feast, as there should be quite a few 'guests' coming this time."

Liu Qingqing nodded and said to Tong Qian, "Xiao Tong, go and get ready. I've already asked around for you."

Intentionally doing someone a favor?
He Yuelian glanced at her but didn't argue. However, when she heard Tong Qian say "thank you," she suggested to Lin Yuan, "Brother Yuan, if that's the case, we might not have enough manpower."

"It's alright, Xiao Wang should be at... the robot manufacturing factory right now, I'll go check it out," Lin Yuan asked.

Wang Xiaoming is indeed working at a robot manufacturing factory. One of his recent research topics involves the mass production of "robots".

This is a very cutting-edge technology.

When the supernatural and artificial intelligence are combined, like the paper doll waiter in Lao Liu's Inn in Taiping Ancient Town, could it liberate more labor?
If possible, what are the risks, and is it easy to get out of control?

These are all topics worthy of study. When Lin Yuan arrived, Wang Xiaoming was dissecting a "robot" on site, with several robot assistants beside him.

Yes, that's very Wang Xiaoming.

Seeing Lin Yuan enter, Wang Xiaoming showed no fear or panic. Instead, he naturally took off his tools and asked with a smile, "Boss, you're here?"

"Yes, I need some service robots to help with things like serving food and cleaning." Lin Yuan ignored the dismembered robot and the robot parts scattered all over the ground, and directly stated his needs.

Wang Xiaoming said, "Okay, boss, just a moment, it'll be ready soon."

In robot manufacturing factories, the programs are fixed. As long as you don't delve into the core, it's not difficult to create a robot with directional functions.

In just over ten minutes, ten brand-new service robots appeared in front of Lin Yuan, lined up neatly in a row, ready for inspection.

Lin Yuan was very satisfied with this efficiency. "Xiao Wang, keep it up! I look forward to you improving current technology."

"clear."

Wang Xiaoming nodded, and after Lin Yuan and his group left with ten service robots, he continued his research. However, a faint voice rang out: "It's not that simple. Working backward from the product to the technology and theory is no human task. Fortunately, I'm not a pure human anymore."

Soon, Lin Yuan led his men back to the old house in the woods.

With so many people, it's obvious they can't take a taxi; they can't possibly walk all the way here, can they?
Fortunately, Lin Yuan also had a "contact number" for the supernatural bus.

Old Qin stayed in Zhangdong's place and didn't leave, but there was also Lu Zhiwen, the new driver, who drove them to the old house in the woods.

"This place is so remote. I didn't expect Zhang Xianguang's father to have been living here all this time. Doesn't he worry about being left unattended?" Liu Qingqing casually looked around, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes.

She disliked the gloomy environment, which made her feel dangerous.

He Yuelian didn't like it either, but she didn't want to say the same thing as Liu Qingqing, and she was too lazy to even talk to her. "Brother Yuan, I'll go and make the arrangements."

"Row."

Lin Yuan agreed.

He Yuelian is the lobby manager in the store, and arranging these things is indeed within her responsibilities. However, it wasn't until she went deeper into the business that she realized the place was not so easy to manage.

There are too many trees around, and there is simply not enough space to put tables and chairs.

Even if it's just ten sets, the space isn't nearly enough, unless a section of the forest is cleared out, but the forest here looks anything but ordinary.

But can these "robots" around us really be cleared out?
He Yuelian was a little worried, but when she saw some familiar and unfamiliar people standing at the entrance of the old house, her eyes lit up and she quickly went to greet them, "Grandma Meng, Grandpa Zhang, and Old Li, you're all here. And who is this?"

She had never seen Luo Wensong before, and she really didn't recognize him.

Meng Xiaodong's mood had improved considerably, and she introduced him with a smile, "This is Luo Wensong, an old friend from our era." "Hello," He Yuelian nodded in greeting.

Luo Wensong nodded calmly in response, his attitude appearing somewhat indifferent.

He Yuelian didn't care. No matter how powerful these people were, they were nothing more than food vendors in front of the "shop manager." Considering that she might have to live in the shop in the future, she was too lazy to provoke them.

Are you all here for the funeral?

Meng Xiaodong smiled and said, "Yes, you were sent by the boss to prepare for the banquet, right? There's not enough space here, do you need any help?"

"Well... I'd like to clear out some trees. I don't need your help, but I was wondering if you could help me notify the owner."

These people all look old and frail.

If it's just the supernatural world, then these people are too powerful. Even if she controls the Ghost Painting, she might have to go around them.

But now we are in His ghost realm, where everyone's supernatural powers have been suppressed. They no longer fight by controlling vengeful spirits, but must act according to His rules.

There were constraints, but relatively speaking, she experienced the fewest of them.

The strength of these individuals has been severely suppressed, which means they are likely to injure their old arms and legs when engaging in strenuous exercise.

The thought of these elderly people huffing and puffing as they went to help cut down trees, only to end up with a bunch of broken bones, sent chills down He Yuelian's spine.

Of course, what she cared about wasn't the safety of these people, but rather the attitude of "store manager" Lin Yuan towards her.

If this results in a bunch of wounded soldiers, she won't be able to explain it to Lin Yuan.

"Yes, you are free to clear the trees here."

A somewhat familiar voice came from inside the door. He Yuelian looked over and frowned. "Zhang Youhong?"

"Yes, it's me. Don't doubt it, I'm one of the owners here, so I have some power. Besides, I'm preparing the funeral banquet for my bastard brother, so as his sister, I naturally have to support him."

Zhang Youhong was smiling, but that smile carried a madness that silenced Meng Xiaodong, Zhang Bohua, and the others.

He Yuelian was still hesitant. She didn't quite trust Zhang Youhong. Just then, Lin Yuan and the others came over. "She's right. She really is the owner here. Let's listen to her."

"Okay, Brother Yuan, I understand."

He Yuelian breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a little annoyed because she saw Liu Qingqing standing behind Lin Yuan, mocking her.

That's right, she messed things up again this time... Well, not really, it just wasn't a great result, otherwise the "store manager" wouldn't have needed to step in.

In this round, the two are now evenly matched.

"Wait a minute, be careful when you handle this. Under these trees... there are some special... wild animals buried." Zhang Youhong was still a little unaccustomed to the way the Peace Hotel spoke.

He Yuelian understood, and a thought struck her. She asked incredulously, "You mean, there's a wild beast under every tree in this forest?"

"Yes, there are sometimes more than one, possibly several. When they are under the tree, they are very well-behaved, like they are hibernating. But if you wake them up, for example, if you tear down the tree, it's like someone tearing down your house while you're sleeping in a heated room in the middle of winter. They will go berserk."

Zhang Youhong is very adaptable. From being unaccustomed to it at first, she is now able to use the Peace Hotel-style communication skillfully.

But to He Yuelian and the others, these words were...shocking!
"This forest looks quite large, at least several hundred trees, right? If there's one or more wild animals under each tree, how many wild animals would there be in the whole forest?"

Fang Shiming's eyes lit up.

There was no panic, no fear, but rather a longing for the future!

Are hundreds of wild beasts, or hundreds of ghosts, really a lot?
Before the Peace Hotel appeared, Fang Shiming's first reaction upon hearing such information would be disbelief, and his second reaction would be to run away immediately and never come back.

Hundreds of ghosts!
There's no need to fight. He just needs to stand inside, and these ghosts can drown him with a single spit. In the event of a supernatural conflict, he won't even be able to use his Ghost Domain.

But now?

With Ghost Messenger Lao Fan by his side, given time, all these ghosts will become resources for Ghost Messenger Lao Fan's growth. At that time, wouldn't he also be able to borrow even more powerful strength as Ghost Messenger Lao Fan's other half?
Just thinking about it made Fang Shiming feel like his mouth was watering.

(﹃)！

"It seems the owner of this place is a respected elder. They used these trees to restrain so many wild beasts, preventing them from wreaking havoc on the human world, otherwise..."

As the person in charge of Ghost Lake Fishpond, He Yin'er was not too surprised by this number.

In the Ghost Lake now, the number of fish, shrimp, and crabs that the vengeful ghosts have transformed into is no less than here, and it is increasing by an unpredictable amount every day.

There's nothing surprising about the number of hundreds of ghosts.

What she respected even more was the owner of this grove, who existed before the "shopkeeper" appeared. To achieve this, ability was secondary; what mattered most was their belief and their sincerity.

Imagine.

If it weren't for the existence of such people, what would the world have become in the early stages of the supernatural revival, and how riddled with holes would it have become?
"It's still not as good as Brother Yuan. There are countless wild animals in Caesar's farm, fishpond, and even laboratory," Liu Qingqing muttered.

Moreover, she looked at Zhang Youhong with an unfriendly expression.

This is their own branch manager, and he can't even explain his leave clearly when he comes here, just saying "morning leave," even though he has such a powerful background...

Hmm, she... I think she said that before?

Amidst Liu Qingqing's bewildered expression as she reminisced, Guo Fan suddenly asked, "Can we take away the hibernating wild animals here? I mean, Brother Yuan, we haven't discussed payment for the funeral banquet yet, have we?"

Liu Qingqing, He Yuelian, and Fang Shiming all looked at Guo Fan, feeling extremely annoyed.
How did such a great opportunity to showcase one's "business values" get snatched away by that guy? Is it because he's become an ordinary person that his thinking has become sharper?
"Don't talk nonsense. Everything here belongs to the owner. If there are any wild animals, just put them aside. The owner has already paid enough."

Lin Yuan gave a reprimand, but his action surprised everyone.

Seeing the disbelief and even suspicion in everyone's eyes, Lin Yuan's face visibly darkened, and he shouted angrily, "Hey! What are you doing? What kind of looks are those? Do you think I'm such a stingy, petty bastard who always likes to squeeze every last drop of value out of people?"

(End of this chapter)