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The middle-aged man named Uncle De smiled and frowned, saying: "No, boss, how can I, a servant, sit with you, boss?"
Meng Jing said with a smile: "Uncle De, do you know why I drove away so many people but left you alone?"
The middle-aged man stopped cleaning, and then looked at Meng Jing with a silly smile.
"Maybemaybe boss, you think I'm more honest, right?"
Meng Jing smiled and said, "A person who pretends to be stupid, do you think I will think that he is an honest person?"
"Stop pretending, although I don't know your origins, nor do I know what your purpose is, why you would choose to stay in this hotel."
"But to me, you are definitely not a simple person. If you guessed correctly, the things buried under the ground are yours, right?"
As the words fell, Meng Jing¡¯s feet lightly stepped on the floor.
The sound echoed in the air throughout the hotel.
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "What, boss, is there anything buried under the ground?"
¡°Do you want me to dig it out for you tonight?¡±
Still pretending?
Seeing the middle-aged man who still pretended to be innocent, Meng Jing sighed in his heart.
He doesn¡¯t know what is buried under the ground.
But judging from the aura emanating from it, it seems to be a very sharp weapon.
Because the aura is so well hidden, most people really have no way of detecting what else is hidden beneath the ground of this hotel.
"Forget it, since you don't want to say it, I won't force you to say it."
"It's just that, Uncle De, since I am willing to address you with such respect, why don't you, the old man, buy some face and sit down for a drink?"
As he said that, he picked up a wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
??Except for Yao Chen, he rarely addresses someone with such respectful respect.
If someone is worthy of his honorific title, they are usually people with considerable strength.
The middle-aged man in front of you is wearing simple clothes and has a peaceful face. If you don't look closely, you will see that there is nothing wrong with him. He is an extremely ordinary face.
But if you look closely, there is a shallow scar on the left cheek of the middle-aged man.
This scar cuts down from the forehead to the eye.
This is also the kind of middle-aged man with one of his eyes tightly closed.
"What's wrong, Uncle De, are you concerned about your identity, or are you worried about me poisoning the wine?"
Seeing the middle-aged man who was hesitating on the ground, Meng Jing smiled again.
After the smile, the middle-aged man named Uncle De walked over quickly, put the broom in his hand aside, and sat aside.
He picked up a glass of wine that had been poured and drank it in one gulp. The moment the hot liquor entered his throat, the middle-aged man's face turned red.
"No, Uncle De, you don't get drunk so easily, do you?" Meng Jingxiao asked.
The middle-aged man named Uncle De touched his face which was indeed extremely hot and smiled bitterly.
"How is that possible, boss, I just haven't had a drink in many years."
Meng Jing was surprised, "Many years? I remember that there was a lot of wine in our wine cellar. Could it be that the previous boss was stingy?"
When he bought this hotel, he also bought the fine wines stored in the basement below.
When he heard this, the middle-aged man named Uncle De let out a disdainful snort.
"The old guy from before was blind and prepared such good things for him, but he ended up selling them all."
"Boss, I'm not bragging to you, but the bottle of wine you drank contains the snake gall of a thousand-year-old monster. Do you believe it?"
Meng Jing hummed and nodded.
Yes, just as the middle-aged man said, the ingredients for making this wine are really not simple.
It contains not only a thousand-year-old snake gallbladder, but also several fifth-grade medicinal herbs.
The wine brewed in this way is full of medicinal effects and strong enough.
but
"Are you drunk?"
Looking at the middle-aged man who looked a little drunk, Meng Jing was in disbelief.
How much did you drink just now?
One cup!
The key is that he also drank it, and his feeling was just average.
But what Meng Jing doesn't know is that due to his current level of cultivation and the dragon's blood in his body, even the most spicy wine cannot exert any strong effect at all.
But for ordinary people, or people with relatively low cultivation levels, it is difficult to drink such a wine.
This was also a big reason why the middle-aged man scolded him.
Good things worth a thousand gold coins are sold as a few copper plates.
Fortunately, some knowledgeable people did not dare to buy more after considering that such a good thing was sold so cheaply.
What should I do if someone is poisoned?
Therefore, these good things naturally belonged to Meng Jing. After they regretted buying them, Meng Jing drove those guys away.
When it¡¯s cheap, you deserve it if you don¡¯t buy it.
Now it¡¯s my turn to take over, do you still want to buy?
Dreaming, okay?
"How is it possible that I would be drunk?"
"I was a drunkard in those days!"
"If it weren't for that guy, that hateful guy!"
"Damn it, damn it!"
The middle-aged man was drinking crazily while hammering the table with his other hand.
I don¡¯t know if it was the boiling liquor that made the middle-aged man¡¯s face turn red, or whether it was because he became angry.
The middle-aged man at this moment was very excited.
Meng Jing also shook his head secretly, but did not stop the middle-aged man from continuing to drink.
But as he drank, two lines of tears fell from the corners of the middle-aged man's eyes.
He quickly wiped his big hand and snorted.
"boss!"
"Ah?" Meng Jing was stunned.
"Tell me the truth, what is your background, little guy?"
¡°Why why can¡¯t I see through your strength?¡±
"And why do you know what is buried under this hotel?"
The middle-aged man named Uncle De pointed at Meng Jing, swaying back and forth, smelling of alcohol.
Meng Jing patted him on the shoulder, "You don't even want to tell me."
"Why should I tell you, Uncle De?"
The middle-aged man named Uncle De burped and smiled a bit bitterly.
"I want to say it too."
"But, it was the mistake I made back then."
"I need to bear the burden. I can't say anything about this secret" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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