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The Crest of the Wolf (Volume 4) Chapter 57 Guest (1)

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    The hotel is not big, but it is well-organized and decently decorated. As Namjoon pushed the door open, the two handsome and handsome waiters wearing colorful banners showed their faces to him without hesitation.  Sweet smile.

    "Those two" In the spacious corridor, Namjoon pulled Han Zhui over and said in an extremely low voice.

    "If I open a brothel, I will be the first to notify you." Before Namjoon could finish speaking, Han Zhui interrupted him with a smile. Obviously, Boss Han knew best what Mr. Nanda had in mind.

    Namjoon suddenly had the urge to curse. If today was not the opening day of Korean Restaurant, he might have cursed loudly. However, at this moment, he could only express that bitter smile that could squeeze water out of his mouth.

    "At first I just came here to see when you would close your doors." Ye Zi has always been a very direct person, and now his words were so direct that people had the urge to slap him. But strangely, Han Zhui was not angry.  , on the contrary, he was still smiling happily.

    "What now?"

    "Now I just want you to buy me a drink."

    Hearing this, Han Zhui couldn't help but smile even more happily, "Of course, but I still have some things to do."

    Ye Zi said expressionlessly: "I can wait."

    Han Zhui smiled slightly. He and Ye Zi were on the same side, but at this moment they seemed like best friends.

    "I will never keep you waiting."

    A faint smile flashed across Ye Zi's eyes, and he spat out one word very concisely, "Okay."

    Every hotel should have private rooms, and the same is true here. Brand-new tables and chairs, brand-new tableware, brand-new floors, ceilings, and even the clothes hangers in the corner are brand-new.

    The gorgeous paint perfectly connects with the bright sunshine outside the window. Such an environment is undoubtedly enough for people to relax and enjoy a new kind of pleasure.

    Namjun quietly looked at the layout of the room for a while, then slowly pulled out a brand new wooden chair and sat down on it without ceremony.

    "It's very nice here." Namjoon didn't say anything, and most of the time he didn't like to lie. It was really nice here, and it was even more difficult for Han Zhui to arrange all this in a month.

    Han Zhui was still smiling. Ordinary people would feel sore even if they didn¡¯t have facial cramps after laughing for so long, but Han Zhui didn¡¯t feel any discomfort at all.

    "I still have some things to deal with."

    Namjoon slowly lit a cigarette and said calmly: "I know."

    "I'll come back later."

    Namjoon took a deep breath of cigarette and said, ¡°Tell me something I don¡¯t know.¡±

    Facing Namjoon who seemed to know everything, Han Zhui could only smile, and after a forced smile, he opened the door and walked out without saying a word.

    "Why are you still standing?" Namjoon said, leaning on the chair without moving.

    "I'm looking."

    ¡°It¡¯s not that big here.¡±

    "But it will make people feel emotional." Ye Zi looked at the soft-colored wall with an expressionless face and said lightly.

    "You actually have feelings." Namjoon turned to look at Ye Zi in surprise.

    "More or less." Ye Zi paused slightly and continued, "I have to say, he did a good job."

    ¡°He¡¯s always been very good.¡± Namjoon slowly exhaled a thick cloud of smoke and whispered.

    "This time he not only did a good job, but he was also right." What exactly does Ye Zi mean by this sentence? Could it be that Han Zhui has done many things wrong before?

    "You envy him?" Namjoon said a little tiredly. Not only did he stay up all night last night, but he also did some very physical things, so it was natural that he would be tired.

    "Yes." Ye Zi's words are often as impactful as his person, and at this moment he answered without any concealment.

    "Actually, if you want to"

    "I can't." Ye Zi didn't give Namjun a chance to continue, and Namjoon didn't say anything else. Perhaps this was just because he understood how heavy and hot the three cold words Ye Zi said were.

    Silence, a depressing and short silence, Ye Zi slowly walked to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down silently next to Namjoon.

    "You didn't ask." It was not Namjoon who broke the silence first, but the always taciturn Ye Zi, but what did he mean by this sentence?  Could it be that Namjoon had something to say but didn¡¯t say it?

    " Pretending to be stupid is a skill. Namjoon is not only good at pretending to be stupid, he has even upgraded this skill into an art. But this time he did not pretend to be stupid, because there is something in this worldNo matter how much you pretend to look like you, it will never be possible to deceive someone, and Ye Zi is obviously this kind of person.

    "You should be able to tell, he's very good."

    "Some things can't just be taken at face value." Ye Zi obviously has no intention of letting Namjoon go. He has always been a direct person, and there is usually only one way to get this type of person to let go, and that is to give him a  satisfying answer.

    "He is very busy. No matter whose restaurant has just opened, he will be very busy. What's more, even if I don't ask, he will definitely tell me."

    Ye Zi was not speaking, maybe just because he heard the answer he wanted, or maybe just because he believed in Namjoon's judgment.

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    Flower baskets, big or small, tall or short, were piled up in front of the door in no time.

    Crowds of all kinds, tall, short, fat and thin, soon filled the spacious aisle. Naturally, most of the people who came here came to congratulate, and naturally most of the people who came to congratulate were relatives and friends.

    Han Zhui has no relatives, so naturally only his friends can come to congratulate him, but how did Han Zhui make so many friends in this short period of one month?

    ¡°Perhaps it¡¯s just because he is Han Zhui, the Han Zhui who can help people solve various problems even if it costs people¡¯s lives. I have to say that he is a talent, a talent in every sense.

    Therefore, for people like him, there will naturally be many friends who come for profit, and Han Zhui also understands the benefit and the difference between use and friendship.

    But so what, don¡¯t people exist to take advantage of each other?  Therefore, Han Zhui's restaurant business is very prosperous, so Han Zhui's expression is very happy at the moment.

    However, when he saw the thin figure among the guests, his expression changed slightly.

    Han Zhui came to the young man who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old in a few steps, dragged him out of the crowd, and whispered: "Why are you here?"

    The young man who made Han Zhui's expression change suddenly turned out to be none other than the young man who saved the knife. At this moment, he was looking at Han Zhui with a look of grievance.

    "Brother Han, I"

    Han Zhui breathed out slowly and interrupted the young man's words, "Wait for me here." After that, he showed a bright smile and strode towards the crowd.
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