Rhapsody Reborn

On November 3, the Gulfstream took off from Linshi on time. Zhao Bin looked at the schedule and smacked his lips.

"What's going on? You have to fly to three places? Didn't you say you were looking for Xiang Yu?"

"Ah, there is no way. It is currently impossible to determine where Xiang Yu is buried. This is all information found on the Internet." Fang Yu was also helpless because he had no professional help.

The domestic flight was much simpler. At 11 o'clock in the morning, the two arrived at Phoenix Mountain, which is also one of the overlord's tombs.

"Hey, what do you think Xiang Yu's artifact is?" Zhao Bin asked enthusiastically.

"Needless to say, it must be the Overlord Gun. It is said to weigh more than three hundred kilograms." Fang Yu also became interested. The name Overlord Gun sounds very impressive, doesn't it?

Everyone knows Xiang Yu's name. Now this place has been developed into a tourist attraction. Fang Yu and Zhao Bin bought tickets and pretended to be casual and wandered around until 4 o'clock in the afternoon, shaking the entire Phoenix Mountain in a circle.

The system didn't even call to remind me.

"Damn, it's not here?" Fang Yu cursed and looked at his phone.

"It's definitely not that easy to find. There's no such thing as good luck every time." Zhao Bin was quite open-minded.

"Okay, let's go to Wuquanzhuang and Gugu City tomorrow. These two places are not far away." He looked at the itinerary.

The crew didn't know what kind of medicine their boss had taken wrong. Anyway, he was flying to other provinces the next day. After visiting every piece of land in Wuquanzhuang and Gugu City, there was still no call from the system.

"Oh, did we make a mistake in our judgment?" Fang Yu lowered his head in frustration.

"I'd better go find Li Yuanba, what if it's true?" Zhao Bin peeled off his fingernails absentmindedly.

"Why didn't you say you were looking for Pangu's axe? You could open up the world."

The two of them were like headless flies. They had to spread out their pens and papers and computers again, and searched for any famous strongmen in history.

"Here, Dian Wei, Meng Bi, King Wu of Qin, and Xu Chu, let's look for them one by one." Zhao Bin pointed at the computer screen.

"Not only domestic ones, but you can also find them abroad, such as Amman in ancient Rome, or Spartan warriors." Fang Yu murmured, looking at the notes he had made.

The two of them were sitting on the sofa in the hotel, looking at the computer for a while. Suddenly, Fang Yu stood up.

"Zhao Bin, do you think it's possible that it's not necessarily a celebrity who is the host? You, like me, were just ordinary people before there was a system."

"That's true, but with the system, you are destined to be no ordinary person. Look at Yu Ting, isn't he also the richest man in TW?"

"But I feel that the starting point of the host is too high. Look at Ramses II, he is a pharaoh, completely different from us,"

"Maybe he became Pharaoh because of the system, you don't know."

The two argued for a few words, but to no avail, so they had to bury their heads in frustration and continue to study the information on the computer.

In the next three days, the two of them spent almost no sleep, traveling around the country, just studying in the house who else might be the host No. 002.

During this period, Cheng Chen made a phone call. Fang Yu was so scared that Zhou Yun came to steal his house. After receiving the call, he hurriedly asked,

"What's going on? Is Zhou Yun here?"

"Oh, don't panic, no, I just want to tell you that yesterday Li Jing and I went to the hotel for dinner, and we accidentally saw Baozi flying around."

"Flying orders? Flying orders for what?" He didn't react yet.

"I just saw Baozi pocketing the meal money paid by the hotel guests, but I didn't ask any more questions for fear of alerting the enemy." Cheng Chen was quite smart at the moment.

It turns out that just yesterday, Cheng Chen and Li Jing came to the hotel on the principle of having a casual bite. Shi Jicheng happened to be taking a rest. Baozi was a little strange when he saw Cheng Chen.

"Hey, Cheng Chen, why didn't you go out with Fang Yu and the others?" The fat man thought the trio was traveling again.

"Oh, they are talking about business. I looked at the film and television company. The movie will be released soon. Let's have Western food today. You can arrange the buns." Cheng Chen said a few words casually.

Unexpectedly, Baozi's little eyes were spinning around, stopping Cheng Chen and saying,

"Oh, business is a bit busy today. Many ingredients are gone. Maybe we should forget about Chinese food and wait until the fresh king salmon arrives, okay?"

Cheng Chen didn't think much at this time and could only nod.

"Oh, I originally wanted to eat something lighter, but you know I'm thin and can't eat much. That's okay, I'll go to a Chinese restaurant."

Just as Cheng Chen took Li Jing in his arms and turned to leave, he suddenly heard someone calling Baozi from behind.

"Hey, there is a fat manager here. Our team is here. Is it 100 yuan per person and 20 commission for each person, right?" It turns out that Baozi has stretched his hands longer and longer. Not only does he fly orders, but he also encourages those who come.

If guests who have had dinner bring more than 5 people to the Western restaurant, 20 yuan will be returned to each person, which also creates the illusion of a crowded restaurant.

Baozi was afraid that Cheng Chen would hear him, so he hurriedly took three steps at a time and pulled the person over.

"Oh, please keep your voice down. Let me take a look. Well, there are 10 people, right? No problem. Let's go sit at the buffet and tell them that the meal time is within two hours." After that, he took the food from the other person.

He counted out two bills from the stack and handed them back.

Cheng Chen looked a little strange and called Baozi again,

"Baozi, what's going on? What's the commission?"

Baozi hurriedly dismissed the visitor, stuffed the big bills into his pocket, and then walked over,

"Oh, it's nothing. Isn't Shi Jicheng not here today? These are here for a team meal, and they will be charged according to the group meal price."

Cheng Chen looked back with some doubts, and saw that among the guests who were walking into the Western restaurant one after another, there were obviously a few speaking the local dialect, and they didn't look like tourists.

But Cheng Chen didn't say anything. Firstly, Fang Yu and others were not around. The hotel was Zhao Bin's property, so he couldn't interfere too much. Secondly, when catching thieves, they also paid attention to getting both the person and the stolen goods. At this moment, Baozi had already collected the money, and he didn't want to interfere too much.

It is not a good opportunity to understand the operating conditions of the hotel.

"Oh, okay, then I'll go to the Chinese restaurant." Cheng Chen nodded, looking nonchalant.

Baozi felt relieved. He also knew that Cheng Chen had always been confused. As long as Fang Yu and Zhao Bin were not around, the Western restaurant in the Qingcheng Hotel had almost become his private kitchen. These days, the fat man's income almost exceeded 30,000 yuan a month.

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Money is a man's courage. Baozi, who made a lot of money with bad intentions, no longer even wears a "big fat white pear", and replaces it with a Le Locle worth more than 10,000 yuan on his wrist.

And Hu Yan finally no longer has to wear small commodities and bought three pieces of clothes for 100 yuan. She has returned to the living standard when "Qingyu" was still open. In addition, she can bring her little sisters to Western restaurants from time to time to eat and drink.

Bao Zi categorically stated that he was a shareholder of the hotel, so naturally those plastic sisters also praised Hu Yan.