Wanjie Hotel: Iron Man is not allowed to charge

Chapter 4: The Metropolis at 4:30 in the Morning, So Busy? (Please Read)
The next day, before dawn, Wen Ming was awakened by the doorbell downstairs. He looked at the time and it was only 4:30.

Is there anyone staying here so early?
I must quickly deal with the blonde, blue-eyed, long-legged receptionist today!
Well, two!

One day's work.

Do it in one night.

Wen Ming put on his coat, walked quickly downstairs to the first floor, walked to the glass door, and saw a blonde woman with a high ponytail wearing a neat cherry blossom pink sports suit standing outside the door.

Under the dim light, the woman's face did not look tired at all, but rather had a sense of heroism.

When he saw the other party, Wen Ming immediately had a concrete idea of ​​his front desk.

The blonde woman saw Wen Ming and waved to him.

Wen Ming opened the door and asked politely, "How can I help you?"

The blonde woman looked unfamiliar. Could she be a movie character that walked out of a space crack?

It’s hard to say, after all, the amount of movies I’ve watched is limited.

Today, in addition to my Level 4 Eagle Language study task, I have to add a movie watching task.

Well, a serious movie.

"Gym, I come to work out."

Wen Ming was a little surprised by the blonde woman’s words. Do you guys who are doing weightlifting get up so early?
He couldn't help but think of the deceased star.

The basketball star who loves to watch the sun at four in the morning.

In fact, at four o'clock the sun was not visible at all.

All I can see is a beautiful woman lifting weights.

Wen Ming politely welcomed the other person in: "How many hours?"

"Two hours. Also, I need to eat. Is there any Eastern food for breakfast this morning?"

"Yeah, there is."

Wen Ming thought about the ingredients in the kitchen and decided to go with something simple: "How about vegetable and egg noodles?"

"I haven't eaten this yet. I think I'd like to try it, but please don't eat too much. I need to stay hungry."

The blonde woman smiled politely, and then, under Wen Ming's guidance, came to the fitness area on the second floor.

There is a huge swimming pool and an adjacent fitness area on the second floor of the hotel. Although the decoration style is a bit old, the equipment is new.

Wen Ming turned on the power on the second floor, and the blonde woman went to the locker room with her luggage bag.

Seeing that the other party was so familiar with the place, Wen Ming guessed that the other party was not a visitor from the space crack, but a regular customer of the Flatiron Hotel in the real world.

After all, the Flatiron Hotel is a century-old establishment and should have many regular customers. Thinking of this, Wen Ming immediately gained greater confidence in its future operations.

Come on, let’s complete a small goal first: 50% occupancy rate.

Wen Ming quickly went back upstairs to wash up, then went to the front desk on the first floor to find the price list. He quickly found the gym charges and breakfast charges, then turned and walked to the dining area on the first floor.

After a few days in Eagle Country, Wen Ming was not used to the food here and felt that it did not taste like food for humans.

In addition, he was short of money, so when Wen Ming was busy with the funeral of his third uncle these days, he was trying to make the taste he was most familiar with using the ingredients that could be bought in the supermarket here.

Taking out a bag of noodles from the cupboard, Wen Ming scooped out two bowls of noodles with a bowl. After thinking about it, Wen Ming scooped out a few more bowls.

I don’t know if anyone will come later, and I don’t know if anyone will come at noon. It won’t be a bad idea to give out more noodles.

At worst, you can eat it yourself.

Anyway, if you can’t finish it in the morning, you can eat it at noon.

Sprinkle with salt, well, a little.

Beat in an egg and add water to make dough.

Next comes the most stress-relieving part: kneading the dough.

As people from the other side of the ocean, it seems that most people have an innate talent for kneading dough.

Seeing the dough strands being kneaded into a ball, then slowly becoming smooth and chewy, and finally the basin, dough, and hands being shiny, Wen Ming couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

This is just like the first thing a soldier does every morning is to make his bed. The first success every morning always makes people feel happy for the whole day.

Put the dough into a bowl and cover it with plastic wrap to let it rest. Wen Ming was about to start washing the vegetables when the bell at the front desk rang. Wen Ming walked over and saw a blond man.

Seeing the other person's attire, Wen Ming asked, "Gym?"

"correct."

"The second floor is already occupied. Can you go up there by yourself and have breakfast here this morning?"

"No."

The man nodded slightly in greeting, then carried his luggage up to the second floor.

Wen Ming was not too surprised to see a look of contempt in the other person's eyes.

Aren’t all American people like this?
Still so arrogant!

Don’t you know that the East has risen?
Don’t you understand after these two days of East-West reconciliation?
After letting the other person go upstairs, Wen Ming was about to go back to wash the vegetables when a voice sounded behind him again: "Is the gym open?"

"opened."

Wen Ming turned his head and answered politely, but doubts arose in his heart.

Why do these foreigners get up so early?
Besides, why do you guys all look like urban elites?

So, urban elites are more competitive than office workers?

Well, I guess all the office workers are sleeping in right now.

After Wen Ming was sure that the other party would not eat breakfast here, he stood up and was about to wash the vegetables, but just after taking a step, he thought about it, turned back to the front desk, quickly printed out a piece of paper, placed it next to the front desk bell, and then returned to the dining area.

Wen Ming took out two heads of lettuce from the refrigerator, peeled and washed them, and set them aside.

When we talk about green vegetables here, we usually mean lettuce.

Wen Ming hasn't seen any of the commonly eaten green vegetables in China in the nearby supermarket. Spinach doesn't have the big leaves that you see in China, and he's afraid that foreigners won't be used to the way water spinach is prepared in China. Wen Ming also isn't planning on cooking anything today.

I was delayed by a few clients just now, and now I am awake.

Wen Ming took out the dough, kneaded it a few more times, and then rolled it into a thin pancake with a rolling pin.

Sprinkle dry flour on it, lift up one end of the pancake, and fold it evenly into several layers. Then Wen Ming cut the stacked pancakes into thin strips, and then scooped it from the middle with his big hands, and the cut noodles were shaken out.

After sprinkling dry flour on it again, Wen Ming looked at the time and it was just past five o'clock.

When I returned to the front desk, more people came in. When they saw the note in front of the bell, they all carried their luggage and went up to the second floor on their own.

Wen Ming was a little shocked.

Is it so curly?
Is there something wrong with my previous understanding of elites?

However, the more people there are, the happier Wen Ming is, because it means he has enough money to recruit people.

I originally thought I would have to save money for a few more days, but now it seems that the blonde, blue-eyed, long-legged receptionist can report to work early.

Wen Ming sat down in front of the computer at the front desk, opened the recruitment website, and quickly browsed through the resumes.

Wen Ming uploaded the recruitment requirements for all positions to the website yesterday. In just one night, hundreds of resumes were already in the backend.

The competition in Eagle Country is more intense than imagined.

Who says that the American people can make money without doing anything?
Those 50 who are walking around will talk nonsense.

Wen Ming browsed quickly and paused, suddenly thinking of a way to make money quickly.

If I find out all those 50, reporting one person would be 5000, 100 people would be 50 million, and what if it was 1000?

Why open a hotel?
Well, this can be used as a side income. I must do it when I have the chance in the future.

For nothing else.

Because my conscience is red.

Wen Ming quickly gave himself a thumbs up.

(End of this chapter)