I Just Want to be a Shenhao Quietly

After all, a movie is a movie, and the difference between it and reality is still very big.

Lin Xian said, "Tell me about Liao Jie's situation!"

"Liao Jie, male, 56 years old, used to be the head chef of Ji Rui Building, and is currently working as a night shift employee at a convenience store on West Street, Panyu District."

After a pause, Tomping continued: "According to my contact with him, he seems to have some problems with his spirit."

"Mental problems? Tell me in detail." Lin Xian frowned.

"I pretended to go to a convenience store to buy things, and after talking to him, I found that his language skills were very poor, his speech was out of order, and he couldn't communicate with him normally. And he was a serious drinker. I saw with my own eyes that he took the convenience store when he went to work. Drink alcohol for sale!"

For a while, Lin Xian couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Liao Jie should have suffered some kind of blow back then, that's why he looks like he is now.

However, what kind of blow was it that made an unparalleled successor of the royal chef become what he is now?

Lin Xian continued to ask, "Where does he live now?"

Tang Ping replied: "I live in the warehouse of the convenience store. Since the contact with the target person is too short, I only have this information for the time being."

"Mr. Lin, we're at the hotel."

At this moment, the Bentley driver opened his mouth to remind.

The three walked into the hotel, and a woman in professional attire immediately greeted her, bowed slightly, and said, "Hello, Mr. Lin, I'm your full-time housekeeper Yu Jing. You can tell me anything you need."

Professional butler?

Tang Ping on the side couldn't help but stunned.

It was the first time he knew that there was a housekeeper in a hotel.

Lin Xian asked, "Is the hotel's restaurant still open?" The restaurant has closed!"

Yu Jing replied.

Lin Xian instructed: "Help me prepare a late-night snack, something richer, and bring it to my room!" He didn't ask Yu Jing where to get him a late-night snack.

If the housekeeper can't even do this thing well, the other party can't work full-time in Shangri-La Hotel.

Taking the elevator all the way to the 23rd floor, Lin Xian swiped his card and pushed open the door.

After Tang Ping entered the room, he looked a little restrained. Sitting on the sofa in the living room, he said, "Mr. Lin, it's getting late, so I won't disturb your rest."

Come here, go back after supper!" Lin Xian said with a smile.

Tang Ping would like to say that in addition to KFC and McDonald's, there is no late-night snack at this point.

However, it didn't take long to see Yu Jing and a waiter pushing a dining cart into the room.

As the waiter placed plates of supper on the coffee table, the tempting fragrance made Tang Ping swallow his saliva.

Sea urchin coral concubine dumplings, soy-flavored steamed chicken feet, golden red rice sausages, crab powder golden soup dumplings, abalone scallop chicken porridge...  

Just by looking at these delicacies, you can tell that they are from the chefs, and they are definitely not bought at street stalls.

Yu Jing said apologetically, "Mr. Lin, I'm really sorry, because it's too late, I can only apologise to you!"

What is this called grievance?

hiss!

Tang Ping couldn't help taking a deep breath in his heart. Can't help sighing: It's good to have money!"

"I am very satisfied!"

Lin Xian smiled, took out a tip of 200 yuan and handed it to the waiter, and then handed the remaining more than 1,000 yuan to Yu Jing.

Feeling the thickness of the tip in her hand, Yu Jing smiled warmly: "Don't disturb the three of you dining, if you need anything, please tell me at any time!"

Chapter 25 Are you eating lemons?

The taste of the supper is very good, Lin Xian and Zhuang Tong are very satisfied

. As for Tang Ping, not to mention, he didn't say a word during the whole process, and kept his head down and eating.

After supper, Tang Ping got up and left.

Lin Xian and Zhuang Tong also embraced each other after taking a hot bath.

Both of them are tired and really have no mood or energy to do other things.

the next day.

Lin Xian opened it slowly, picked up the phone and checked the time, and found that it was already more than five o'clock in the afternoon.

I go!

Got ten hours of sleep?

Stretching, the joints all over the body crackled.

It's such a cool feeling!

There were still several missed calls on the phone, all from Zhang Mengyao.

Leaning on the head of the bed, Lin Xian dialed Zhang Mengyao's phone. The phone was quickly connected, and Zhang Mengyao's gloomy voice came: "Lin Xian, why did you go?"

"I didn't answer the phone, and I didn't find you when I went to Nancai!"

"I just woke up! Maybe I slept too deeply and didn't hear the phone ringing." Lin Xian rubbed his face and replied

"You last night..."

Lin Xian curled his lips and said, "What are you thinking, I caught the plane last night and didn't sleep until five in the morning."

"To catch a plane? Where are you now?" Zhang Mengyao asked immediately.

"Yangcheng."

"Why are you running to Yangcheng?"

The day before yesterday, Zhang Mengyao just broke through the shackles of psychology. Zhang Mengyao wanted to be tired of being with him every day, and even went to Nancai to find him today, but he didn't expect this bastard to go to Yangcheng without a word.

Lin Xian explained: "Do you remember Mr. Liao Jie who I talked about last time I ate at the Magic Capital? I commissioned a private detective to find him, so I came here to have a look."

"Did you really look for it?"