Almighty Appraiser

Chapter 324 Don't Ask About the Process, Just Look at the Results

Xu Wanzhou was unhappy, and still very unhappy.

If it were any girl, if her beautiful fantasy was abruptly interrupted by a blind man with no eyesight, she would definitely not be happy.

Especially, this sightless brute was standing in front of me, asking you why you were so dazed, and at the same time reaching out to ask you for a certificate to open two rooms.

Xu Wanzhou's face was almost dark, and he threw the certificate into Shen Yunfeng's hand.

Out of the corner of Shen Yunfeng's eyes, he saw the guests entering and leaving the hotel, all of them looked at him with extremely obscene eyes, and felt aggrieved in his heart.

Especially, I can't figure out, well, why Xu Wanzhou suddenly turned his face away.

Could it be because I interrupted her dream?

That's not right either!
With a smile on his face, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like he is asleep!
If you can't understand it, then you simply can't understand it.

Shen Yunfeng shook his head, walked over and handed Xu Wanzhou's ID to the young daughter-in-law Ga.

"Actually, the rooms are quite big. It's not easy to earn money now. You...you can open a room."

Seeing that Xu Wanzhou was from outside the city, tall and beautiful, the young daughter-in-law Ga suddenly felt that it was necessary for her to give a divine assist to her stupid fellow.

Slowly registering the identity information of the two of them on the computer, while under the pretense of saving money for Shen Yunfeng, they made side attacks.

Xu Wanzhou heard it in her ears and was delighted in her heart.

There were two blushes on his face again.

If it wasn't for the reserve that a girl must have, she would have rushed over to hug the young daughter-in-law Ga and thank her nineteen generations of ancestors.

Even, having already thought about it, after hearing Shen Yunfeng say, well, after three words, forgive him for his previous reckless behavior.

Shen Yunfeng heard the meaning of the young daughter-in-law Ga's words, and also from her eyes and the sudden slowing down of her work efficiency, she could tell that the woman who was typing on the keyboard was the old man under the moon wearing secular clothes.

Before answering Yuelao's question, oh, no, it was the young daughter-in-law Ga, Shen Yunfeng felt that he should seek Xu Wanzhou's opinion.

He turned his head to look at Xu Wanzhou, and asked indifferently, "One, or two?"

Xu Wanzhou exploded in an instant, and said in her heart, boy, your words are ridiculous, and my sister will give you eighteen likes!

The young daughter-in-law Ga heard herself groaning in pain.

She looked at Shen Yunfeng with pitiful eyes and felt that with this guy's IQ, there was no need to rescue him.

"Two rooms!"

Under the stunned gaze of everyone in the hall, Xu Wanzhou gritted her teeth and burst out two words, walked over a few steps, grabbed a room card that had already been opened, and walked upstairs without looking back.

"Sister, the room is on the third floor," the young daughter-in-law Ga leaned forward and shouted, "Room 302."

"Snapped!"

"This one is yours, 309."

Unable to become the old man under the moon, the young daughter-in-law returned Xu Wanzhou's anger and her own anger to Shen Yunfeng who suddenly laughed.

Shen Yunfeng picked up the room card that the young daughter-in-law Ga had slapped on the table, and walked upstairs with a relaxed expression.

If it wasn't for the sound of Xu Wanzhou's footsteps not far away, he would have hummed a few words.

The long night, the inadvertent sleep or something, does not exist!

Xu Wanzhou opened room 302, but didn't show up.

Shen Yunfeng entered Room 309, and seemed to realize that the behavior of dumping the blame on Xu Wanzhou just now was not "authentic". After asking Xu Wanzhou for instructions through text messages, he took a warm shower and went to bed.

Q8 parked alone outside the gate of the hotel.

The black body and mighty appearance, under the shadow of night, look like a tiger entrenched.

Across the road, 50 meters away, there was a gray Santana parked on the side of the road.

The doors are closed.

In the car, at the front and back, sat two men with unfriendly expressions.

The four of them were talking and looking out the window in the same direction from time to time.

The man sitting in the passenger seat turned on his phone and looked at the time, and said to the other three people: "It's almost there."

As soon as the voice fell, two lights flashed in the distance.

There was the sound of a car motor turning.

A white Qashqai with a Hanzhong license plate drove over.

Slowly stopped at the rear of Santana's car.

One person got off the Qashqai, checked Santana's license plate, walked over, glanced at the four of them through the lowered car window, smiled, and sat in.

The originally loose back row suddenly became a little crowded.

The man who drove the Qashqai was thinner and shorter, but the aura exuded from his body made the four strong men who were waiting for him not dare to underestimate him.

They are all gangsters. Although they haven't spoken yet and don't know the details of each other, they can tell who is the more ruthless one just from the way they look at each other.

"Are you the boss?"

The man driving the Qashqai asked the round-faced man sitting in the passenger seat.

The round-faced man nodded sullenly.

"Boss Huang asked me to give you the money directly."

The man driving the Qashqai handed the round-faced man a bundle of banknotes in his hand.

"Count it, one hundred thousand."

He took the cigarette handed over by the round-faced man, smiled, and said.

"Need not."

The round-faced man looked very quack, opened the newspaper outside, ran his fingers from top to bottom, and said to the man who opened the Qashqai amidst the sound of banknotes rattling.

"You found us through Boss Huang. We don't know you, but we have to trust Boss Huang."

"Correct!"

The man driving the Qashqai smiled again and said slowly.

"Boss Huang should have given you his photo, so make sure you don't lose it."

"That's it."

The round-faced man threw the money to the dark-faced man driving the car, looked sideways at the man driving the Qashqai and said.

"We will wait overnight and make some preparations first. Even if Holmes regenerates, it can only be attributed to natural disasters."

The man driving the Qashqai took a deep breath.

Nod.

Said: "You are familiar with that area, I don't care about how to do it, I just want the result."

The round-faced man, the black-faced man, and the other two all smiled.

Each of them looked like they were sure of winning.

"That's it for now," the man driving the Qashqai popped out the cigarette butt, opened the door and got out of the car, "I'm at the chamber of commerce, waiting for your news."

Soon, the white Qashqai started to move slowly, and after a few seconds, it accelerated towards the way it came.

The four of them watched the Qashqai taillights go away.

The round-faced man turned sideways and asked the long-haired man on the left in the back row: "Where's the photo?"

The long-haired man shook his shoulder-length yellow hair and said with a smile, "It's burning."

"Grass (a plant)!"

The round-faced man hadn't said anything yet, but the black-faced man driving next to him said angrily, "My pony and I haven't watched it yet."

"You fucking got burned."

(End of this chapter)