The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 409 - 352

Chapter 409: 352

His accent seemed to have assimilated into that of the welcoming hostel, as if by accident.

What a bewitching accent, but since the system didn’t alert me to any rationality exemption, there shouldn’t be any problem.

"Then, I’ll just get a membership card. We have a promotion today, recharge a thousand and get a hundred free, three thousand and get five hundred free, the more you recharge, the more you get."

The doorman’s eyes lit up.

"Can you process it here?"

"I can’t do it here, you have to go to the front desk. But if you get a card, I can get a little commission. I can’t offer you anything else, but I can give you a few internal entry tickets. Take them back and give them to someone; they’re useful."

The doorman said generously.

"Then you go and get it for me, charge up twenty thousand to start."

Liu Zheng sat on the sofa and took out a thick stack of bills, placing them on the coffee table in front of him.

"Hiss!"

The doorman inhaled sharply.

He had seen generous customers before, but it was the first time he’d seen one so generous on their first visit.

Moreover, the person came so low-key, without driving a car or being carried in a sedan, he was either really wealthy or looking for trouble.

"What’s your honorable surname, sir? We need your name and contact information for the card."

The doorman asked cautiously.

"I’m Liu Zheng. My phone number is XXXX..."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Alright. Just wait a moment, I’ll go make your card."

The doorman bent down, preparing to pick up the money.

"Hold on a second."

He extended his hand to stop the other man.

"Brother, what’s this..."

"This is for you."

Liu Zheng handed a few bills to the doorman.

"Brother, we’re not allowed to take tips under the table here."

The doorman said, looking somewhat troubled.

"Then use it to buy some drinks, treat yourself and your colleagues. If you refuse again, you’re not giving me face."

His expression turned cold.

"Well, okay then, thanks, brother. Xiao Ma, get three fruit trays for our guests and brew some good tea, put it on my tab."

The doorman shouted to another doorman.

"Alright."

The other doorman responded loudly.

The doorman took the money and went to the front desk where he started whispering to the receptionist.

The front desk showed a surprised expression and then grabbed the intercom and started calling.

Soon, a man with a white shirt tucked into his trousers, showing off a big logo on his belt, walked out from inside.

"Thump!"

He walked over to the front desk, stomped his feet hard, making a loud and crisp sound.

"What’s the matter that you had to rush to call me over?"

He asked the front desk.

While speaking, he looked around the lobby with his beady eyes, seemingly assessing the situation.

"Manager, a guest wants to get a card."

The front desk said.

"Getting a card is just that, why bother me with this little thing? What’s the matter, does he want a premium card or something?"

The lobby manager said half-jokingly.

"No, it’s his first time here and he wants to get a twenty thousand yuan card."

The doorman explained.

"Twenty thousand yuan, so what? You two got scared over that? We’re one of the top ten bathhouses on the street, we handle cards worth tens of thousands every day, eight or ten a day, what’s there to fear? Is he paying in cash?"

The lobby manager first scoffed at them, then asked cautiously.

"He’s paying in cash, look, he even gave me a hefty tip."

The doorman showed the tip Liu Zheng had given him.

"You boy, haven’t I explicitly banned tips? Don’t you ever learn?"

The lobby manager glared at him.

"The customer insisted on giving it to me, saying not accepting it would be disrespectful. I couldn’t argue with a customer. But I already said I can’t keep this to myself, I’ll buy drinks for everyone later."

The doorman hastily explained.

"That’s more like it, just buy some Red Mute, I cough if I drink anything else."

The lobby manager said, satisfied.

"So manager, how should we proceed with the guest’s card?"

The front desk chimed in.

"How? Just do it like you normally would! We’re here to do business, we can’t just turn people away. After the card is ready, I’ll personally take it over to him."

The lobby manager turned back and said.

"Alright. Xiao Li, what’s the guest’s name?"

The front desk asked.

"Oh, his last name is Liu, his name is Liu Zheng. Contact information is..."

"Wait a minute! What did you say his name was?"The lobby manager interrupted the doorman’s words.

"Liu Zheng, what’s up, manager?"

The doorman asked, utterly baffled.

"Where is he?"

The lobby manager urgently asked.

"He’s just sitting over there."

The doorman, not daring to point, just nudged in the direction with his elbow.

The lobby manager looked in the direction of his elbow and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

"I always tell you to practice your eyesight. Did you scrub your eyes out at the bathhouse? Such a conspicuous uniform, and you couldn’t recognize it?"

He whispered angrily.

"What uniform, manager?"

The doorman, realizing the severity of the issue, quickly asked in a low voice.

"That damn uniform is from Bloody Restaurant!"

The lobby manager said firmly in a low voice.

"Ah?!"

The doorman widened his eyes.

Even Niu Daji, a native of the outskirts, had heard of the Bloody Restaurant. How could Ga Ga Shuang Bathhouse, that had moved from the city just a few decades ago, not have heard of it?

"What should we do, manager? Have I caused a disaster?"

He said with his legs trembling.

"What do you think? If it wasn’t for Xiao Feng thinking quickly and notifying me, you would have taken him inside. By then, the bath would have turned into a blood bath, and you’d see how the boss would deal with you."

The lobby manager scolded.

"What should we do, manager? You have to save me."

The doorman said with a sobbing tone.

Had he not been worried about attracting attention, he would have already knelt and clung to the lobby manager’s thigh by now.

He had just been glad for having received a good task, and in the blink of an eye, it had turned into bringing disaster upon himself.

"What should we do? I don’t even know yet. The person you brought in, you figure it out yourself."

The lobby manager said.

"No, manager, look, I’ve been with you for so many years, if not for merit, at least for hard work, you have to save me. Do me this favor, brother, and later I’ll bring you a couple of silly chickens from the countryside, all free-range, not fed a single grain."

The doorman quickly pleaded.

"Are those chickens from your uncle’s house?"

"Exactly."

"Your uncle’s chickens are indeed good. Cook them in a big iron pot, really tender. The kitchen used them once before, and they tasted superb. But are two enough for a stew? I think it took three chickens last time to make a pot."

The lobby manager smacked his lips and then said.

"Then make it three, and I’ll ask my uncle to send a goose as well. Stewing a big goose in an iron pot is also nice."

The doorman bit his lip and said.

"Hmm, that works; the weather is cooling down, it’s time to eat some chicken and goose to fortify ourselves. Of course, I’m not saying this just for these items. When you bring them, I’ll buy some pork ribs, mushrooms, etc., and let the kitchen cook us a good meal, a get-together for our lobby staff."

The lobby manager changed the subject smoothly.

"That’s right, that’s right."

The doorman nodded and bowed repeatedly.

"Alright, you go back to your duties, I’ll go greet them."

The lobby manager stomped his foot, adjusted his trousers, and walked toward Liu Zheng and the other two.

"Look at our manager, truly responsible."

The receptionist and someone nearby murmured.

"Indeed, look at that stomping, so stylish."

The person nearby nodded.

"The manager is truly awesome; it’s a blessing to work with him."

The doorman admired the lobby manager’s departing figure.

"Cough cough, ladies and gentlemen, are you enjoying the fruit platter?"

The lobby manager approached Liu Zheng, slightly bent over and asked.

"Not bad, quite fresh. I just don’t like this big cherry; it’s so sweet it tastes medicinal."

He spoke as he stuck a toothpick into a piece of watermelon.

"Someone, clear the fruit platter for our guests and bring in two new ones, switch the big cherries for small ones."

The lobby manager immediately said.

"Thank you. May I ask who you are?"

"Oh, I’m the lobby manager here. You must be Mr. Liu Zheng."

The lobby manager said.

"That’s me. Why don’t you sit down? Standing and talking can be tiring."

Liu Zheng gestured to a seat next to him.

Niu Daji didn’t dare sit too close and sat a bit to the side.

"Then I’ll take the liberty."

The lobby manager didn’t hesitate and sat down two spots away from him.

"The boss had notified me of Mr. Liu’s arrival today; I’ve been waiting since morning. If you want to try any of our services, just let me know, and I assure you everything will be clearly arranged. Why bother spending so much money on a membership card?"

"If our boss knew about this, he’d say I’m incompetent and bringing him shame."

The lobby manager spoke softly, but his words carried an edge.

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