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After helping Yan Zhi up, Ye Liu greeted Zhou Zhi calmly: "Hello, you are Boss Zhou. Yan Zhi told me that the noodles and noodles you make are delicious."

"Mr. Yan, you're welcome, I just did it casually." Zhou Zhi nodded and responded humbly. Being able to shirk the blame without leaving any trace is definitely something that the pot king Danzo looks up to.

"I wonder if Boss Zhou's Shanye Hotel still has any available rooms? I would like to stay for one night." Ye Liu continued.

"No problem, no problem at all." Zhou Zhi's opinion of Ye Liu changed instantly. As long as you stay in the hotel, we will be friends.

"Why are you living here?" Yan Zhi immediately turned around and asked, regardless of the pain in his butt.

"I'll watch you finish writing the manuscript." Ye Liu patted the hem of his suit, then turned around and politely asked Zhou Zhi: "Boss Zhou, where is the best place to park my car? It won't block everyone's entry and exit."

"You can park under the tree in front of you." Zhou Zhi pointed to the tree that was thicker than a double hug.

"Okay, thank you, Boss Zhou." Ye Liu nodded and drove the car under the tree.

"Hey, don't live here, your being here will affect my creation." Yan Zhi said loudly.

Just when Yan Zhi objected loudly, Ye Liu had parked the car over there and took out a large plastic bag from the trunk. The bag seemed to be full of food.

"You don't really want to live there, do you?" Yan Zhi grabbed his baby face and looked helplessly at Ye Liu, who was ready.

"Of course." Ye Liu nodded matter-of-factly, and continued: "After all, you only have tonight to finish the manuscript."

"You don't have to do this. I can still practice more intensively when I submit it in two days." Yan Zhi said.

"Other typesetting editors will do the refinement. If you want to refine it, you can only rewrite it." Ye Liu said directly.

"No way, I hate changing the text." Yan Zhi frowned.

"So you just need to write the first draft." Ye Liu nodded. As an agent, he knew Yan Zhi's urinary nature very well.

"Boss Zhou, excuse me." Ye Liu said politely as he walked to the door.

"No need to disturb, Mr. Ye is welcome to check in. Please register at the front desk here." Zhou Zhi turned sideways and made way for the door.

After Ye Liu and Yan Zhi entered the door, Zhou Zhi stepped forward and put up the fully booked sign that he had just taken down.

"It's full again, my life is satisfied." Zhou Zhi entered the front desk feeling pleased with himself.

"Welcome." At this moment, Zhou Tao's nervous voice sounded from the side.

Zhou Tao also noticed the arrival of new guests and took the initiative to greet them.

Ye Liu and Yan Zhi nodded to Zhou Tao, and Zhou Zhi gave Zhou Tao an encouraging smile and took them to register.

Seeing Zhou Zhi leading people to register, Zhou Tao hurriedly finished the room she had just tidied up and placed toiletries in the room.

"Mr. Ye's hotel room is now on sale for 99 a night. Please take out your ID card. We need to register here." Zhou Zhi opened the registration book and said.

"Okay." Ye Liu took out his ID card and handed it over with both hands.

Zhou Zhi took it and quickly registered it. Then he handed back his ID card and said, "Mr. Ye, your room is here."

After saying that, Zhou Zhi took Ye Liu to the second guest room. When he opened the door and saw the simplicity of the guest room, Ye Liu didn't say a word and put the big bag in his hand directly on the ground very calmly.

"Boss Zhou, can I borrow your kitchen? Please include the cost in the room fee." Ye Liu said gently.

"Of course, but you don't need to pay. It's not a big deal. I also have seasonings and a little green vegetables, you can use them." Zhou Zhi waved his hand.

After all, he originally felt that the food money given by Yan Zhi was too much, and now he didn't have to pay to borrow the kitchen, and everyone knew that he could provide some ingredients for free.

"Thank you very much, Boss Zhou." Ye Liu thanked him.

"You're welcome." Zhou Zhi waved his hand and left.

However, after Ye Liu put his things in the room, he dragged Yan Zhi back to his room to rest. However, when Yan Zhi was sleeping, Ye Liu deliberately tidied up the already messy room before closing the door and coming out.

After going out, Ye Liu went directly to his room, took out the big bag, and carried it directly to the kitchen.

"If Boss Zhou doesn't mind, can you invite Boss Zhou to have dinner with you at noon?" Ye Liu said politely.

"I really want to, but my grandma will bring me food, so I just want to thank Mr. Ye for his kindness." Zhou Zhi said with a smile.

"That's okay. I'll give Boss Zhou a bowl of soup to try when the time comes." Ye Liu started to prepare it as he spoke.

Although Ye Liu is wearing a suit and leather shoes, he is not slow at all. He takes off the white shirt that looks very matching under the suit. It actually has three-quarter sleeves. There is no need to roll up the sleeves. He can just wash the vegetables and take care of the ingredients. You can see that he is a veteran. And I am very accustomed to using the water pumping well, and I don’t even need to be reminded.

"Actually, you don't have to be so polite." Zhou Zhi shook his head.

"Mr. Zhou, please take care of me these days. It's just a bowl of soup. You're welcome." Ye Liu also said.

"Okay, then I'm welcome." Zhou Zhi did not refuse any more, and any further refusal would appear to be deliberate.

"By the way, when Mr. Yan's novel will be released, I will buy a copy then to support it." Zhou knew.

"You don't need to buy it. I will send a copy to Boss Zhou when the time comes." Ye Liu said with a smile.

"It's too troublesome, so just buy it." Zhou Zhi shook his head, but then he thought of something and asked, "What kind of writing does Mr. Yan write?"

"He is Yan Zhi who writes mystery novels." Ye Liu said.

"Mystery novel...Yan Zhi?" Zhou Zhi thought the name sounded familiar, but couldn't remember it for the moment.

But then a flash of inspiration came to him: "Mr. Ye is talking about Mr. Yan Zhiyan, the last authentic mystery novelist in China?"

"Yes." Ye Liu nodded, and then cooked the soup.

"It turns out that Mr. Yan is so young. No wonder Mr. Yan's name sounds familiar to me." Zhou Zhi murmured.

Now Zhou Zhi understands what Ye Liu just said, no need to buy it, he meant it as a gift. Yan Zhi’s novel has always been a hot seller in major bookstores since it was released. It’s an exaggeration to find a book hard to find, but many bookstores have sold out and it’s too late to restock. It happens from time to time.

"The protagonist, detective Cai Mao, written by Teacher Yan Zhi, is an uncle, and he is steady and reliable. I thought Mr. Yan was in his forties." Zhou Zhi has seen it because it is indeed very popular.

However, after accepting that Yan Zhi, who looked baby-faced and had a strange personality, was a famous mystery novelist, Zhou Zhi thought of what happened to Yan Zhi in the past few days.

"Fortunately, my hotel is not bad either. The novelist sleeps here in a Hästens, uses a Hermès teacup, sits in a master-class armchair, and eats noodles cooked by me myself. These are the four great enjoyments. "Zhou Zhi went to work that was very self-satisfying.

"This famous writer of mystery novels has stayed here for a long time. What does it mean? It means that my hotel has great potential and will be even more awesome in the future." With this mood in mind, Zhou Zhi began to study the operation and management of the hotel seriously.

While Zhou Zhi was studying hard, Ye Liu was quietly stewing soup, and Zhou Tao was cleaning, the system suddenly appeared.

The system now reads: "Congratulations to the host for passing the novice stage, the special offer period has officially ended."

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