Wanjie Hotel: Iron Man is not allowed to charge

Chapter 107: New Traveler (asking for monthly ticket)
The gold trading business of the Metaverse Store has finally started to get on track following the sales of cross-universe products.

Although there is only Malena, a backpacker, and Sarah driving the car now, Wen Ming believes that the future will definitely get better and better.

By then, the Flatiron Hotel will have multiple sources of income.

On one hand, there are the steady reselling of goods and gold by people like Sarah and Malena, and on the other hand, there are the high profits from the cross-universe goods in the Metaverse Store. Adding to that the daily operation of the hotel, I will definitely be able to double my net worth in the shortest time.

This is the future development direction that Wen Ming has set for the Flatiron Hotel.

Secondly, after having money, you can help more time travelers complete the story and thus improve your own strength.

Poor in literature and rich in martial arts.

Only with money can you do a lot of things.

Why should I help those time travelers complete the story if I don’t have money?

"When you go back this time, be careful of 911 and the FBI investigation. After all, you might have left clues for them to track you down last time. If anything happens, come back immediately."

He gave all kinds of instructions to Malena, and he must have given even more instructions to Sarah.

Sarah listened carefully to every arrangement made by Wen Ming, and finally gave Wen Ming a big kiss before driving towards the intersection.

Seeing Sarah's car disappear in the traffic, Wen Ming turned around and wanted to go back to the hotel, then he heard a voice behind him.

"Hello, where is this place?"

A vicissitudes of life voice suddenly sounded, causing Wen Ming, who was immersed in excitement, to turn around, and also causing Perkins to stand in front of Wen Ming vigilantly.

Her hands had reached to her lower back.

The dirty 911 uniform was worn by a man with a slicked-back hair. His eyes were full of vigilance and suspicion. Wen Ming noticed that he had a Colt Python revolver slung around his waist.

The two doormen who were originally standing next to Wen Ming hid behind the glass door at some point and didn't dare to look outside the door.

Wen Ming immediately realized that these two doormen were unreliable.

I've heard that free shopping is common here, and I guess the two doormen thought that the man with the slicked-back hair was here for free shopping.

Once I get more powerful time travelers, I will immediately drive you two cowards away.

"Hello, this is the Flatiron Hotel."

Wen Ming raised his hand to let Perkins relax. He realized that Perkins was also a time traveler. "I'm Wen Ming, the owner of this hotel. What's your name?"

The man with the slicked-back hair looked around and then looked at Wen Ming: "Rick, I'm Rick Grimes."

Rick?

Wen Ming narrowed his eyes and looked at the other person carefully, especially the other person's iconic Colt Python revolver. A TV character quickly flashed through his mind.

"Let me guess, you come from a world of the walking dead?"

Wen Ming extended his hand towards the other person: "It's been tough lately, hasn't it?"

“Indeed, it’s a bit difficult.”

Rick cautiously reached out his hand and shook Wen Ming's. He hesitated and asked, "Why does everything look normal here? Is this a sanctuary?"

With the experience of interacting with other time travelers, Wen Ming was much calmer than before. He knew that some things required a process.

Especially the man in front of him, he has struggled in the apocalypse for so long, and his vigilance is no less than that of people like John Wick and Ada Wong.

So, he tried to put on a kind smile.

“I feel like you need to take a nice hot bath and have a meal first, and then we can have a good chat.

Let me ask you, do you like Eastern food or Western food?

Rick hesitated a little: "Western food, Western food is fine."

"I happen to be an Eastern food chef. How about I make you a bowl of noodles?"

Rick was dumbfounded.

So what did you mean when you asked me whether I wanted to eat Eastern food or Western food?
Wen Ming personally went to the front desk to book a room for Rick, then picked up the room card and handed it to him.

"Room 518, using the homophonic Chinese of the Eastern Mandarin, means you are going to get rich."

"I'm going to be rich?"

Rick walked towards the elevator with the room card in his hand, his eyes full of confusion.

"Oh, and put your gun away. It'll scare the tenants here. It's safe here. There are no zombies."

Wen Ming reminded him, and Rick subconsciously touched his gun, then nodded and disappeared into the elevator.

Seeing the other party go upstairs, Wen Ming called to the doorman: "Shibu, go to the second-hand clothing store and buy me some clothes that he can wear. Clean ones are fine."

"Boss, is he a cosplayer? The makeup looks real, and the gun looks like a real one."

Shibu looked at his boss with some confusion.

"Yes, you guessed it! Here's your tip, go ahead."

Wen Ming responded casually, then picked up his phone and started searching for all the content of the American TV series "The Walking Dead".

It's Rick?
I'm going to get rich!

Queen of the Sea, please tell me how to conquer Rick!

……

Rick took the room card, walked into the elevator, swiped the card to start the elevator, and the elevator rose quickly, taking him to the 5th floor.

Stepping out of the elevator and looking at the bright corridor lights and clean carpeted corridors, Rick felt as if he were in another world.

How can there be such a clean hotel in the apocalypse?
Also, is the world I just saw outside the hotel real?

Why do the people here seem to be still living in the world before the end of the world?

Could it be that The Walking Dead only happens in the city where I live?
That’s not right. If that’s the case, why didn’t anyone come to rescue us?

Rick opened the door with strong doubts.

The clean and tidy room made Rick relax involuntarily.

Then he frowned.

Normally he didn't care much about it, but when he entered such a clean and tidy room, he immediately noticed that the stench on his body was out of place here.

Rick took off his clothes, walked into the bathroom, took a nice hot bath, then got into the bathtub and lay down comfortably.

It has been so long since the apocalypse, and I only took a hot shower during the time I was on the farm. And that was just a shower, not a soaking bath at all.

It's been a long time since I felt this comfortable.

Before he knew it, Rick fell asleep comfortably.

"Ding dong!"

The doorbell rang, and Rick's eyes suddenly opened. One hand quickly grabbed the Colt Python revolver next to the bathtub.

He looked towards the door warily, the doorbell continued to ring.

Rick hurriedly wrapped himself in a towel, then, holding the revolver in one hand, opened the door with the other.

"Hello, this is the new clothes the boss bought for you. Also, do you need your clothes cleaned? The hotel has dry cleaning service."

Standing outside the door was a tall man in a doorman's uniform. Rick remembered that he was one of the doormen standing at the hotel door.

"Thank you. I'll take out the dirty clothes right away."

Rick let down his guard slightly, closed the door, gathered the items in his clothes, and then put the dirty clothes into the dirty clothes bag, opened the door and handed it to the doorman.

"The boss said that after you have rested well, you can come downstairs to eat."

The doorman delivered the message again and then turned and left.

Rick's eyes were filled with doubt.

Why does the owner of this hotel seem to know me so well?

Moreover, being so kind, could he be another hypocritical person?

Rick's vigilance did not diminish at all because of Wen Ming's kindness, but instead continued to rise.

Rick has seen too many people like this in the apocalypse.

While daydreaming, Rick dried his hair, changed into new clothes, hid the Colt Python revolver and dagger inside his clothes, and went to the dining area on the first floor.

"Hand-rolled noodles, I hope you like it."

Wen Ming saw Rick coming down and quickly made a bowl of hand-rolled noodles for him.

Rick watched Wen Ming cook quietly without saying a word.

When the noodles were placed in front of him, he didn't hesitate and ate them directly with slurps.

He hadn't had such a hearty meal in a long time.

Even if it's just a simple bowl of vegetable and egg noodles.

Even if it was Eastern food that he really disliked.

Hmm, this oriental food seems different, much better than the ones I had before.

While Rick was eating, Wen Ming took the time to interview several new candidates in the lounge area nearby. Aunt Susie had fired all the people recruited by Tara, so the hotel needed more staff.

Susie had already interviewed these people, but some supervisors still had to be sent to Wen Ming for a meeting.

Wen Ming asked questions quickly, listened to the other party's opinions on hotel management from time to time, and finally finalized some people.

After Rick finished his noodles, he stood aside and watched Wen Ming's interview. When he heard that the monetary system here was almost exactly the same as before the apocalypse, and that the salary was obviously much higher than before the apocalypse, his doubts grew more and more.

Are these people really here to apply for the job?
Not an extra?

After Wen Ming finished the interview, he took Rick to the bar in the basement.

Foreigners have peculiar requirements for bars. They must not allow passersby to see them drinking, and some places even require that bars must not have windows.

This is also the reason why wine bottles in many movies are wrapped in a layer of paper.

"beer?"

At this time, there were no customers and the bartender was making preparations before opening. Wen Ming walked behind the bar and looked at Rick, who nodded.

Wen Ming took out a beer, handed it to Rick, and then took him to a corner to sit down.

"I know you have a lot of questions to ask. What I can tell you is that you encountered a space crack."

"Space crack?"

Rick felt like he was dreaming.

Isn't this something out of a science fiction movie?

Wen Ming took out a tablet and handed it to Rick: "Have you seen a tablet like this?"

Rick picked it up and looked at it, then shook his head: "I've heard of this kind of computer just coming on the market, but I've never touched it."

Wen Ming opened the news website: "Come, let's check out the latest news."

Rick used the tablet awkwardly, looking at the messages on it, especially the latest news about the presidential election, and felt that his worldview was once again impacted.

He couldn't help but pick up the beer beside him and took a big gulp.

This is not the world I live in?

Am I dreaming?

But the cold beer in his mouth told him that all this was true.

"I have a beginner's PPT here. Take a look at it first. We'll talk after you finish reading it."

Wen Ming handed the headphones to the other party, then asked Hai Hou to play the novice PPT for the other party, and then he played with his mobile phone.

Rick watched for a long time and even watched the first episode of the first season of "The Walking Dead".

After a long moment, Rick looked up at Wen Ming, who had been sitting quietly beside him. "What do you want from me?"

Wen Ming smiled happily.

Rick can become the leader of the Doomsday Squad, which shows that he is mentally stronger than ordinary people.

When encountering such a thing, the first reaction is to ask what I want. ...

The TV series "The Walking Dead" tells the story of Deputy Sheriff Rick Grimes, who wakes up from a coma and finds himself in a post-apocalyptic world overrun by zombies.

He decides to start looking for his family and meets many other survivors along the way who come together to fight the zombies.

What the content of this TV series is is not very important to Wen Ming.

The important thing is that this movie world is a bio-apocalypse!

What is the most scarce thing in the doomsday world?
Food, medicine, guns and ammunition!
What is the most lacking?
Gold! Gold! Gold!

Unguarded gold!
What is the least valuable?
Human resources!

As long as you give them some bread, there will be people willing to work for free!
……

"Gold! I want hard currency, do you understand?"

While waiting for Rick, Wen Ming had already thought about what the doomsday world of "The Walking Dead" could offer him.

In the world of "The Walking Dead", the world order has collapsed, and the survivors have formed one camp after another. While watching over each other, they are also eyeing each other's survival resources at any time.

There is no order there.

We are all just ants struggling to survive in the apocalypse.

You don't need to spend a lot of money, you can even just pay some guns, ammunition, and food to exchange for gold with Rick.

Because in the last days, these are hard currencies.

Moreover, a large amount of gold is ownerless and unattended.

Rick sat in the booth, drinking the beer Wen Ming provided him, and carefully thinking about Wen Ming's words.

"You mean, as long as I can get you gold, you can provide me with guns, ammunition, food, and medicine? And I can only exchange with you?"

Wen Ming nodded: "It's probably like this. You can test it yourself, and then you will find that you can't leave the 100-meter range of this hotel. I have received many time travelers, and you are just one of them.

Did you see My Bodyguard? She's from a cinematic universe, too."

Seeing Perkins looking at him warily, Rick realized that the young man in front of him was probably not lying to him.

But the cautious character he developed in the apocalypse made him stand up involuntarily.

"I need to test it."

"Please."

Wen Ming let the other party walk out of the hotel. Ten minutes later, Rick walked back to the bar with a look of surprise on his face: "I went to check it out, and it really can only be wandered around in this area."

Wen Ming nodded and said, “I am willing to give my sincerity.

I will prepare some flour, rice and medicine for you later. You can take them back and try your best to help me find gold. You can also use these things to exchange for gold with other survivor teams, but I don’t recommend you to do so because it will make you weaker ones vulnerable to attacks.

As long as you can bring gold, I will continue to provide you with these, and I can even get you heavy weapons, so that you can live a better life in the doomsday world."

Wen Ming paused and asked, "How are your wife and children? Have you found a suitable base?"

Rick was completely moved when he heard that Wen Ming could continuously provide him with food and medicine.

In the end times, whoever controls the food is the boss.

He was tired of going from one meal to the next.

"We're in a prison, and my wife, she's pregnant."

When talking about his wife, Rick's eyes were full of tenderness.

"Rick, you don't want your wife to give birth in such a dangerous and difficult environment, right?

In the plot, she died of childbirth complications. You know, in the apocalypse, if there are no medicines and medical equipment, this would be a very troublesome thing. "

Wen Ming never knew that he had a talent for being a lobbyist.

Could it be that the hotel’s BUFF also involves gossip?
Yes, that must be the case.

Otherwise, why would Sarah like it so much?
……

At the end of "The Walking Dead", Rick has been looking for a stable place to live with his wife, children and team members.

The prison was Rick and his friends' first real gathering place.

In order to survive here, they face the difficulties of food shortage, lack of medicine and lack of ammunition.

On top of that, they had an external enemy – the Governor.

It was this governor who finally used a tank to destroy Rick and his companions' first settlement - the prison, forcing them to embark on the road of wandering again.

Wen Ming didn't know whether the other party was currently lining up with the Governor, nor did he know how many times the difference in the speed of time flow between the world of "The Walking Dead" and his own world was, but he estimated that it was almost time for them to lining up.

At that time, Rick will be even more short of food, medicine and weapons.

In the apocalypse, supplies are extremely scarce.

Even if you have gold, you may not be able to buy things because people can only barter.

Therefore, in this world of "The Walking Dead", you can easily obtain this unowned gold.

Moreover, there is no need to worry about prices or the amount of green banknotes. You just need to deal with survival supplies.

This is much simpler than the worlds of "Terminator" and "El Molto".

……

Like John Wick, Rick cares most about his wife and children, even though his wife cheated on him while he was in a coma.

So, when he heard Wen Ming say that his wife would eventually die in childbirth, and thought of the harsh environment in the doomsday, and God knows how they survived that difficult winter last year, Rick no longer cared about the doubts in his heart. He drank another bottle of beer and stood up.

"Okay, I promise you!
Thank you for your hospitality. I will do my best to find gold for you. Please remember your promise and prepare medicine for me."

"make a deal!"

Wen Ming stood up, shook hands with the other party, and then asked Perkins to hand over the things he had prepared to the other party.

I saw Rick carrying a large bag of noodles and a large bag of rice, and carrying a few boxes of medicine, and was about to walk out.

"Wait a mininute!"

Wen Ming shouted, then walked to the front desk and picked up the intercom.

Soon, a cleaning lady brought over a set of washed and dried clothes: "Your uniform."

When Rick saw his clothes, a look of emotion appeared on his face.

I have worn this dress for more than ten months. Although it has become patinaed, I have developed an attachment to it.

Moreover, this uniform has always been an important tool to enhance one's deterrent power.

"Thank you."

Rick was thinking about his wife and children in prison, so he didn't say anything else and quickly disappeared at the intersection in front of the hotel.

Wen Ming looked at the other person disappearing into the background, a happy smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

The Walking Dead team, everyone is terrifyingly strong.

Let’s all work hard to get gold!
I don’t know which one is stronger, the zombie virus in The Walking Dead or the T virus or G virus in Resident Evil. I can get some for Maya to do research later.

Turning around and seeing the two doormen, Wen Ming's mood immediately turned bad again.

Rick is such a rebellious person, he definitely wouldn't be willing to be his doorman. I wonder if Daryl can do it?
It's hard to say, with Daryl's temper, he might offend all his customers.

Let’s choose a beautiful woman.

Eye candy.

By the way, which character in "The Walking Dead" is more suitable to be recruited as an employee?

……

Before we knew it, it was already past seven in the evening and the lobby of the Flatiron Hotel began to get busy again.

As the hotel got back on track and the neighboring Wenxi Hotel suspended operations, the business of the Flatiron Hotel became more and more prosperous, and there was a constant stream of people coming and going in the lobby.

Some people went out to eat, some just came back from a walk, some went to see the night view of Manha Island, and some were preparing to go to the bar to hunt for beauties.

The restaurant was bustling with activity, and the waiters were busy and nervous as they walked around, constantly responding to various requests.

Ten days ago, he couldn't even imagine such a scene.

At that time, I just wanted to slowly get the hotel back into business and save enough money to pay the property tax as soon as possible.

Now, not only do we not have to worry about property taxes at all, we even have enough money to borrow Bulma from the world of "Dragon Ball" to help the hotel upgrade its smart equipment.

Thinking of this, Wen Ming suddenly remembered that Bulma was still busy at the moment. He quickly made another bowl of hand-rolled noodles for Bulma, and then brought the noodles to the basement.

……

After the decoration company's emergency renovation, the computer room has been completely isolated with concrete. The next step of decoration will be carried out after the concrete solidifies.

Bulma remains full of fighting spirit in such a simple environment.

When Wen Ming placed the noodles in front of her, she was completely oblivious, still mumbling, "This AI system is so broken. And how can you tolerate such stupid logic?"

"Ms. Bulma, thank you for your help. I feel like my computing speed has increased by 33%. You are amazing."

The Queen of the Sea's thanks rang out at the right moment, and Bulma smiled happily: "Hehe, I'm a super invincible young beauty, who can compare to me?"

Wen Ming knocked on the table: "Bulma, it's time to eat."

"Eat? What do you mean eat?"

Bulma buried her head in the keyboard, mumbling something casually before speaking into the microphone, "Sea Queen, I think that nuclear fuel cell can be miniaturized a bit more. Once I've modified it, I can install it for you. That way, you won't go hungry."

"Thank you so much Miss Bulma, but I think you should fill your stomach first. The boss brought you some noodles that he made himself."

The Queen of the Sea gave a timely reminder.

Bulma snorted, "Wen Ming? He must be busy having a love affair with that Natasha Black Widow, or with that Ada Wong...ah, you, you really came?"

"I've been here for a long time."

Wen Ming pushed the noodles in front of Bulma: "Come on, eat first."

Bulma's face turned red, and she felt that she was so rude for saying bad things about Wen Ming in front of him.

But when she saw the hand-rolled noodles with green vegetables and shredded pork in front of her, she couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Damn it! Wen Ming, you are the only man I have ever met who can cook, and cooks such delicious food!"

Wen Ming covered his face and said, "There's no need to praise me like that, right? It's too much."

"No, no, no, you don't know. In our Xidu, unless a man is a chef, he won't cook for a woman!"

Bulma's eyes sparkled with happiness and emotion: "If I could marry you, I would be very happy."

"I'd be proud if you praised me like that."

Wen Ming walked towards the screen with a smile.

On the screen, Haihou's main program is running.

Wen Ming knew all these letters, but he could never understand them when put together before. But now he felt that the content was just like that.

He could even clearly understand what adjustments Bulma was making for the Queen of the Sea.

It seems that the book "Artificial Intelligence from Scratch" is really useful.

I must study hard before going to bed tonight.

"Wen Ming, where are Sarah, Marlena, Natasha and the others?"

Bulma, who was eating, rolled her eyes and suddenly asked.

"They all returned to their own world."

Wen Ming, who was reading the code, replied casually.

Bulma's eyes suddenly lit up. She glanced at Perkins standing at the door and suddenly gave her a wink.

(End of this chapter)