I open a restaurant in Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 10 The Effectiveness of Business Cards

"When we have more ingredients, we need to prepare a few monitors to be prepared."

Lin Yuan sat at the bar. The only thing here for the time being was the business card exchanged by high school student Yang Jian when he came here, and a dial-up telephone from the Republic of China period. It looked very shabby.

As soon as Lin Yuan thought, a redemption interface appeared in his mind.

[Pork (ten yuan) exchanged for money (three yuan)]

[Pork (forty yuan) exchanged for money (seven yuan)]

Sure enough, it can be redeemed!
  But what is the face value of three yuan and seven yuan? Aren't one, two, five, or ten yuan banknotes popular now?

Also.

Ten pieces of pork can be exchanged for three yuan, but forty pieces of pork can only be exchanged for seven yuan. What about the remaining five yuan?

Do you really think I can only get seven from one, Women's Day, and Labor Day?
  "Hey, it feels so uncomfortable to be restricted."

Lin Yuan sighed, but he also knew very well that if he wanted money now, he really had to exchange it according to this rule.

"Except for the pork that is given to the four prep cooks to practice their skills, there are only two yuan left in the refrigerator. I can't even exchange it for three yuan."

"With my current financial resources, it is a bit difficult to hire a cook. It seems that I have to endure the pain."

"Fortunately, my salary is due every month. I have to figure out how to get the ingredients in this month. Otherwise, even if I don't starve to death, the restaurant will close down."

Lin Yuan had a feeling that if he did not manage it well and caused the hotel to close down, something bad would definitely happen.

Jingle Bell!
  The phone rang suddenly, and Lin Yuan's eyes lit up. He quickly answered the phone and said with great enthusiasm: "Hello, this is the Peace Hotel. Do you want to book a room or a meal?"

After a brief silence, a familiar voice came, "Brother Yuan, it's me, Yang Jian."

It turns out to be this guy.

Except for accidentally bringing a little wild boar here, he is just a high school student without free economic rights.

Lin Yuan's expression suddenly fell, and he said feebly: "Is it you? You just went back and missed your brother? You have to study hard, otherwise how will you find a good job in the future!"

……

"Yang, Yang Jian, look, look over there..."

With a scream, Yang Jian looked forward suddenly.

A few hundred meters ahead, a thick, ink-like darkness gradually eroded over and engulfed everything. The surrounding ground began to rot, and the trees began to wither and rot.

The cement became mottled and moldy, and the street lamps were covered with rust and crumbling.

An old man wearing a black gown and covered with corpses, his face covered with deathly gray, and his eyes numb, walked stiffly towards here.

step.

step.

Not slow, not slow.

Yang Jian was sweating profusely and his heart was beating wildly. On the human skin paper he was holding in his hand, lines of fonts were appearing.

There is a long list of information above, but there are only two core pieces:

Today, everyone will die!
  The only one who can deal with the ghost realm is the ghost realm!
  By threatening the human skin paper, Yang Jian found a way to open his own ghost realm - adding a few ghost eyes.

Calm and crazy intertwined, Yang Jie bit off the ghost eyes on his arm five times in succession, and at the same time increased the number of ghost eyes on his body to six.

Amid the screams, countless red lights spread from his body, affecting the surroundings.

Like thick thick fog, the red light spread along the ground, showing a clear contrast with the surrounding rich darkness.

"Go away!"

In Yang Jian's painful roar, the ghost hands in the darkness were driven away, and the darkness was also dispersed, but the old man walked into the range shrouded in red light again. The red light on Yang Jian's body flashed a few times, like a lamp with unstable current, and then the red light disappeared.

However, Yang Jian and the seven people around him, including Wang Shanshan, Zhang Wei, and Zhao Lei, stayed where they were.

Yang Jian held his stomach in pain, and the red light flashed around his body, like a flashlight, blinding people's eyes.

The writing on the human skin paper paused briefly, and then reappeared:

"At five-thirty, everyone is dead...that's impossible."

"At five thirty-one, I was supposed to use the Ghost Realm to escape with everyone and survive, but the supernatural power that suddenly emerged from my belly became a flaw in my immature Ghost Realm."

"I'm going to die at five thirty-two?"

A strange face appeared on the human skin paper, with human doubts, but quickly disappeared.

The scary old man had already walked closer, bent down, raised his finger, and knocked Yang Jian on the head.

At this time, Yang Jian felt that his body was completely unable to move. Two forces were tearing through his body, almost tearing him apart. He could only watch helplessly as the scary old man's fingers knocked down.

"Am I going to die?"

Countless reluctances emerged from his heart. Unfortunately, at this time, Yang Jian could do nothing but wait for death to come.

at last.

The scary old man's fingers hit Yang Jian's forehead, but death did not come.

From Yang Jian's arms, a business card slipped out, emitting a strange white light that enveloped Yang Jian's entire body, stopping the terrifying old man's attack.

"Is this the business card of the owner of the Peace Hotel?"

Yang Jian seemed to have thought of something. He endured the pain that felt like his body was being torn apart. He took out his mobile phone from his arms, pressed the number 00009, and dialed.

It was obviously a call that did not comply with the number rules, but it was answered unexpectedly.

After a short wait, Lin Yuan's hearty voice came from inside: "Is it you? You just went back and missed your brother? You have to study hard, otherwise how will you find a good job in the future!"

study well?

Find a good job?

Yang Jian looked at the terrifying old man who was so close and said with great difficulty: "Brother Yuan, I'm in some trouble now, can you help me?"

The message on the human skin paper has lost its effect.

Yang Jian could only place his hope of survival on the mysterious and powerful owner of the Peace Hotel.

"Listening to your voice, it sounds like you are sick? Okay, come to me and I will get you some medicine." Lin Yuan did not hesitate.

Although he only has two pieces of pork left now.

But what Yang Jian brought him was a small wild boar of great value, so let's take it as a reward.

Moreover.

For a high school student, the most he can get is diarrhea. Even if he needs to change his dressing, he can't use a piece of pork, right?

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment and said in confusion: "Brother Yuan, how do I get to your place?"

"Huh? Isn't there an address on the business card I gave you?" Lin Yuan was a little confused and couldn't help but muttered in a low voice, "Isn't this kid a fool for studying?"

You are stupid!

Even though his life was in danger and his body was in unbearable pain, Yang Jian was still so angry that he wanted to throw his phone.

Fortunately, he held back. Just when he was about to ask again, the business card on the ground suddenly erupted into a thicker white mist, instantly covering the entire No. 7 Middle School. In front of Yang Jian's eyes, the Peace Hotel was right in front of him!
  (End of this chapter)