"Damn, you're on time!" Murong Xiaotian smiled slightly.
On the man's face, there was an obvious black mole under his left eye. It was exactly the same as what the warrior professional instructor Kuo Hai described. Who could it be if it wasn't Zhou Qian?
What's more, looking at the entire Rune City, how many people can be called the General Manager of Zhou?
When Zhou Qiu went upstairs, Murong Xiaotian paid the bill slowly, then went up to the second floor, went straight to the private room No. 6, pushed the door and went in, and saw an NPC waiter standing respectfully with Zhou Qiu.
He stood in front of me and waited for his instructions.
Hearing the sound, the waiter turned around and said immediately: "Sir, this private room is already occupied. If you want to eat and drink, I will arrange for you to go somewhere else!"
"No need, today I'll ask Manager Zhou to pick up the best food and wine and just bring them up."
Murong Xiaotian flicked his fingers, and with a "choking" sound, a purple gold coin flew out and fell into the hands of the NPC waiter.
"this……"
The NPC waiter turned his head and looked at Zhou Qian, the manager of the inn.
"Do as he wants!" Zhou Qian waved his hand lazily.
"OK!"
The NPC waiter quickly walked out of the private room.
Murong Xiaotian, on the other hand, sat down carelessly.
Neither of them spoke, and they even treated each other as if they were nothing, but they looked at each other quietly.
Murong Xiaotian knew from the other party's expression and the fact that the other party didn't even raise his butt from the time he came in until now. The chief manager of this inn, Zhou Qian, was the kind of arrogant and domineering person who didn't take anyone seriously.
Arrogant guy.
However, when you think about it, it is very normal. There is only one inn in mainland China. Let’s not talk about villages. There are so many graded inns at the town level. There are twenty in the four major prefecture-level cities and human-level cities alone.
Branch station.
As the general manager of the entire post station group, "Zhengda Transportation", his status is below that of one person and above ten thousand people. Of course, he is used to yelling at others and being flattered by others, so he naturally looks above his head.
Murong Xiaotian even felt that a person like him should not be called Zhou Qian, but should be called Qianba.
It would be strange if, in normal times, you met such self-righteous people and didn't give them a slap in the face.
Soon, wine and food were served on the table, but the two of them still didn't speak to each other, each having his own drink.
Murong Xiaotian is not anxious at all. He believes that the other party must be more anxious than him. He clearly knows what he is here to do, but Zhou Qian is not clear to him.
Suddenly a man appeared in front of him and invited him to a large table with delicious food and drinks. He didn't want to know the reason. That was a strange thing.
What Murong Xiaotian is now competing with is patience to see who can keep his composure.
People like Zhou Qian are used to being flattered by others. If he is polite as soon as he comes up, he will not only be ignored by him, but things may become more difficult to handle.
But now, as long as Zhou Qian speaks first, he will take the initiative.
Sure enough, just as Murong Xiaotian thought, Zhou Qian remained calm after all. He glanced at the nickname above his head and said: "This friend who calls me a thief, you can't come here uninvited."
, Isn’t it as simple as just inviting someone Zhou to drink?”
"Brother Zhou is really extraordinary. He hit the nail on the head. Brother, I came to you today because I really have something to ask for!" Murong Xiaotian picked up the wine glass, made a gesture of invitation to Zhou Qian, and then took a sip.
And finished.
"As the saying goes, a man's hand is short and his mouth is soft. If you have anything to say, brother thieves might as well speak up." After Zhou Qian finished speaking, he also picked up the wine glass and poured it into his mouth in one gulp.
"I would like to ask Brother Zhou to help me get me a bellyband from the landlady of your inn main station!"
"puff!"
As soon as Murong Xiaotian finished speaking, Zhou Qian spit out all the wine he had just poured in. He looked at Murong Xiaotian like he was looking at a gorilla and said: "Brother Thief, no matter how I look at it, you seem to be a pure man, no?"
Yes, do you still have this special hobby?"
"Brother Zhou, I don't need to worry about this. For Brother Zhou, this matter is just a piece of cake. I hope Brother Zhou can help me with this!"
After Murong Xiaotian finished speaking, he raised his hand and "wow", 100 purple gold coins were thrown in front of Zhou Qian.
On the surface, Murong Xiaotian was calm and unfazed, but in his heart, he was heartbroken. 100 purple gold coins were 10,000 yuan!
***, it’s a pity to just feed it to dogs.
***, you know, all this money was borrowed by Murong Xiaotian, and interest must be paid, so how can you feel comfortable?
Originally, Murong Xiaotian didn't want to give so much money, but he thought that this dear friend is the general manager of 'Zhengda Transportation'. Maybe in the future, in the competition between his own post 'World Express' and 'Zhengda Transportation',
Manager Zhou would not hesitate to spend a lot of money to use this.
"Mom, how did you take this money? I will let you spit it out in the future."
Seeing Zhou Qian's eyes widening when he saw Qian, Murong Xiaotian said viciously in his heart.
And that assassin mentor Yan Feng will always find an opportunity to devour that bastard dry.
"Oh, brother thief, what is this? Isn't it just the boss's wife's bellyband? It's such a trivial matter, why should you be so polite!"
Damn it, although Manager Zhou said it nicely this week, his hands were not idle at all and he quickly put away the purple gold coins.
What the warrior instructor Kuo Hai said is absolutely correct. This guy Zhou Qian is extremely greedy for money. If he were placed in the real world, he would be a corrupt official. If he has breasts, he will be his mother's thing.
After receiving the money, Zhou Qian's attitude toward Murong Xiaotian immediately changed. He became extremely warm to him. He treated Murong Xiaotian even more affectionately than he treated his own father.
Of course, if he has a father.
Murong Xiaotian had no choice but to deal with it as if it were real. This time, it was completely different from the silence just now. The two of them seemed to have suddenly become close friends who talked about everything.
Seeing that the fire was almost done, Murong Xiaotian stood up and said: "Brother Zhou, I still have some important things to do. It's inconvenient to stay for a long time. I just don't know when will Brother Zhou be able to finish the things I entrusted to you?"
"Don't worry, you'll be waiting for me outside the back door of the inn in half an hour. Brother, I will definitely bring you the items you want!" Zhou Qian patted his chest and answered confidently.
"Okay, then I'll thank Brother Zhou right here!" Murong Xiaotian bowed his hand.
"You and I are my brothers, why are you so polite?" Zhou Qian replied carelessly.
Damn it, if it weren't for the 10,000 gold coins, would he call you his brother?
What kind of loyalty can such brothers have? To put it mildly, as long as someone has one more gold coin than him, General Manager Zhou will betray him ruthlessly immediately.
