The Pentium Era - South to North

It was time for dinner. Although Boss Liu and Zhang Chen had said that if you went to the restaurant to eat, you could charge the room bill, but Zhang Chen still felt that before the plan came out and the other party's approval was obtained, all this was deserved.

Both Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao knew that eating in such a hotel restaurant would definitely not be cheap. They were embarrassed to pay the bills and reluctant to pay for the food themselves. Their combined monthly salary was probably not enough to have a meal here.

"Let's go out to eat." Xiao Zhao said.

But Zhang Chen knew that even if he went out, the restaurants near the West Lake were very expensive, unless he went to Baochu Road, the restaurant where he had noodles that day, but it was already close to Tianmu Mountain Road, and it was too far from here.

"My dear, either we go to eat lotus root starch and tea eggs. By the way, Dongpo Road is not far from here, or we go to Zhiweiguan?" Xiao Zhao suggested again.

Zhang Chen looked at the second rendering that he had started working on on the table, and thought to himself, after all this time, when he came back, it was almost time to send Xiao Zhao to work, and this night was basically over.

Zhang Chen thought of Boss Liu's chess algorithm, couldn't help but smile, and thought to himself, okay, I'll hurry up and let you have a profit one day earlier.

"I'm going to continue here. We'll order food and eat noodles in the room." Zhang Chen said.

Xiao Zhao said okay, she picked up the guest room order menu, opened it, and shouted: "Dear, this is a pig-killing shop. The noodles here are more expensive than Kuiyuan Restaurant!"

"How many?"

"look."

Xiao Zhao grimaced and held out the menu. Zhang Chen took a look at it. The cheapest noodles with shredded pork and pickled vegetables cost 18 yuan, Pianerchuan cost 25 yuan, and a portion of Yangzhou fried rice also cost 18 yuan.

Zhang Chen said: "I'll have Yangzhou fried rice, and you'll have Pian'erchuan."

Xiao Zhao said: "Then I'd like pickled vegetables and shredded pork noodles."

Xiao Zhao looked at Zhang Chen, still unhappy, and cursed: "We two don't have much meat on our bodies, why are we treated like pigs and killed?"

Zhang Chen held the pencil in his hand and turned back to look at Xiao Zhao. Seeing that her face was flushed, he couldn't help but smile and said: "Click."

"I'm just not convinced." Xiao Zhao said with a pout.

"Then let me have some?"

"Forget it, I'll do it." Xiao Zhao said and dialed the ordering number.

The waiter pushed the dining cart and brought in noodles and Yangzhou fried rice. He took the order and asked Zhang Chen to sign it. Zhang Chen asked him, can I pay you cash for this?

"I'm sorry, sir, Boss Liu has already ordered that all charges for this room will be charged to the room account." The waiter said to Zhang Chen apologetically.

"Do you know Boss Liu?" Zhang Chen asked curiously.

"Of course, Boss Liu has stayed in our hotel for more than a year. Everyone in our hotel knows him." The waiter smiled.

Zhang Chen thought to himself, yes, it took him seven months. It would be weird if he didn't wait for more than a year. No wonder he was so anxious. Seeing that everyone in the company had a bad look, it would be the same for anyone else. , Zhang Chen thought this way, and felt a little sympathetic to Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty. When Party A has reached this point, he is still God, and he is simply worse than his grandson.

Although that portion of noodles was expensive, it was quite generous. It was served in a tasting pot. It was almost as full as a tasting pot. It also brought two small bowls. When Xiao Zhao saw the waiter going out, he said to Zhang Chen, "What a loss." , If I had known this, we would have just ordered a bowl of noodles, that much."

Zhang Chen smiled and said, "Are you going to scold others for killing pigs?"

"Hmph, at least half of them were killed." Xiao Zhao said unconvinced.

Xiao Zhao took a shower in the room and sat for a while. After eight o'clock, she told Zhang Chen that she was going to work. Zhang Chen stood up to see her off. Xiao Zhao pressed him on the chair and talked to him. explain:

"After you eat their Yangzhou fried rice, just work for them. I can just ride there by myself."

Zhang Chen thought that this section of the road was in the city center, so he let her go and continued the work at hand.

Xiao Zhao rode to the Hongqi Hotel. It was just half past eight. She pushed her bicycle through the hotel door. When Xiulian saw her from a distance, she stood up and shouted: "Ao Shao, Ao Shao."

Xiao Zhao was still locking the bicycle, and Xiulian walked out from behind her, shouting as she walked, "Hurry up, hurry up."

I don't know why she was anxious. When Xiao Zhao turned around, she had already disappeared.

Without even asking, Xiao Zhao knew that the boiling water in the room was definitely not delivered. She took the key to the boiler room and put a sign saying "Please call the waiter if you need anything" on the table in the duty room, facing the open window. He walked out and closed the door of the duty room.

Xiao Zhao walked to the boiler room, opened the door, and saw a pile of empty thermos bottles inside. Xiao Zhao filled all the thermos bottles with water, and then went from the first floor to the second floor. One bottle per room on the first floor, and two bottles per room on the second floor. Bottles, send all thermos bottles into the room.

Xiao Zhao passed by the small hall upstairs and saw that the ashtrays on the coffee table were full. There were also cigarette butts and ashes on the coffee table and the floor. Two men in their forties were sitting there, puffing away smoke.

Xiao Zhao cleaned the ashtray, wiped the coffee table, and took a mop to mop the floor clean.

When Xiao Zhao was working, the two men kept staring at her. When Xiao Zhao was mopping the floor, she asked them to lift her feet. They said in a smooth tone, "If you call me brother, we will lift you."

Xiao Zhao insisted: "Comrade, please raise your feet."

The two people laughed and didn't lift, so Xiao Zhao gave up on them and went downstairs with the mop.

After doing all this, Xiao Zhao looked at his watch, it was already half past nine.

Xiao Zhao returned to the duty room. After thinking about it, she closed the door of the duty room. She estimated that the two guys just now would come down and continue to entangle, so she took precautions first. Xiao Zhao knew this kind of man very well. Well, when they have no money, they are blind drifters, when they have money, they are hooligans, and when they have a lot of money, they are just beasts.

Sure enough, as soon as Xiao Zhao sat down and picked up the sweater to be knitted, the two guys came down, pushed the door, and found that the door was closed. They went to the window of the duty room and said to Xiao Zhao: "Beauty, It’s too cold, can you let us come in and warm up by the fire?”

Xiao Zhao didn't even look at them, shook his head and said, "No, we have regulations. Outsiders are not allowed to enter the duty room, and their wages will be deducted."

One of them shouted: "We are not outsiders. Doesn't it say 'Feel at Home' in your room? It means that when we say this, it feels like we are back home. We are home. Do you still think we are outsiders?"

Xiao Zhao felt disdainful and cursed, "Who are you guys? You think I don't know and you are trying to be clever in front of me?" Xiao Zhao said calmly:

"Yes, have you ever been to the West Lake? There is a sign in a park beside the West Lake that says 'One-day trip to the West Lake'. Why don't you jump into the West Lake and swim for a day?"

One of them choked, and the other burst into laughter. After the one who burst out laughing, he made another move. He said, "I will pay for you by deducting any amount of salary you want. I can afford it."

Xiao Zhao said calmly: "Not much, just enough to buy a brazier and a few kilograms of charcoal. If you have this money, why don't you buy the brazier and steel charcoal yourself and go back to the room to warm up the fire?"

The two people hit a soft nail but still didn't give up. One of them asked: "Beauty, who are you knitting a sweater for?"

"My husband, what, doesn't your wife knit sweaters for you?"

After Xiao Zhao finished speaking, he ignored them and kept his head down as he knitted a sweater.

The two guys still refused to leave, so they stood outside the window chatting. One was talking about what he was going to do when he arrived in Hangzhou this time, and who he was going to meet. He was doing big things and meeting big people, and the other was talking about it. , talking about how much money he made from his several businesses last year, the amount of money was scary.

The two of them looked like they were chatting with each other, but in fact they were talking to Xiao Zhao. Each of them knew the other's intentions, but they didn't point it out. Instead, they supported each other and complimented each other.

While they were talking, they would secretly meow Xiao Zhao from time to time to see if she had any reaction, but Xiao Zhao kept knitting his own sweater with his head down, and would stop from time to time to count how many injections he had received in this row. There are words in it.

The two of them looked at her with envy. This little girl is so beautiful, and her moving lips are so cute. How great would it be if she could kiss her?

The two of them were itching in their hearts, but they were getting more and more disappointed. They kept talking, and the more they talked, the more irrelevant they were. Unfortunately, Xiao Zhao always regarded them as nothing.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk." Someone knocked on the door.

Xiao Zhao didn't even raise his head, and said angrily: "I told you, we have rules, outsiders are not allowed in!"

"It's me." Zhang Chen's voice came from outside the door.

Xiao Zhao said "Oh" in surprise, put down the sweater in his hand, jumped up and opened the door for Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen looked at the direction in which the two guys disappeared and asked, "Who are these two?"

"The two people staying in the hotel are boring ghosts." Xiao Zhao said disdainfully.

Xiao Zhao reached out to touch Zhang Chen's face. Zhang Chen's face was cold. Xiao Zhao asked, "Is it cold?"

"cold."

"Hurry up and sit down and warm yourself by the fire."

Zhang Chen held the lunch box he brought to Wanghu Hotel from home, which contained unfinished noodles from dinner. Zhang Chen turned off the fire in the brazier, placed the tongs on the brazier, and placed the lunch box on the tongs.

Xiao Zhao rubbed his hands and smiled: "Great, I was just thinking about the unfinished noodles and felt sorry for them."

"Then you don't feel sorry for me?" Zhang Chen said with a smile.

"I feel bad, I feel bad." Xiao Zhao looked outside, leaned over, and kissed Zhang Chen quickly.

"By the way, dear, why are you here?"

"Come to stay with you."

"Are you stupid? You want to come here without sleeping in such a high-end room? When I first arrived here, I felt like the old society."

Zhang Chen laughed: "Speak as if you have experienced the old society."

"In books and movies, isn't there an evil old society everywhere?"

"Okay, I already wanted to sleep, but I found that although the room was high-end, it was missing one thing." Zhang Chen said.

"What's missing?"

"You."

"You, you, you, why are you as glib as those ghosts?"

"I'm telling the truth. I think I'm used to it. If I don't hold you now, I won't be able to sleep."

Xiao Zhao's face turned red, he chuckled, and said in a cheerful tone: "Okay, okay, you skinny follower, I'll just let you stay here all night."