You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 99

What just happened hit Houston hard.

Before Mo Mengchen took out the gold card, in the eyes of the waiter, they were like those homeless people who could use their hands to create wealth, but they had to stretch out their hands to beg for food.

The Emmanuel Royal Hotel is divided into two levels, one is the ordinary level for civilians, and the other is the high level for receiving state dignitaries and leaders from all walks of life.

The word "royal" will be added to the higher level.

Both Mo Mengchen and Houston are masters with an annual salary of one million. It is not impossible to live here, but it is too expensive. For them, it is unnecessary.

Even if he showed on the spot that he had the means to move in, Houston believed, they would still be looked down upon by the waiters.

"Heh, here are two more lowly nouveau riche."

Surely they would think so.

In this kind of place, they have seen too many big shots, they are just two NBA players, what is that?
It's not at the level of Jordan, Bird, or Magician, who cares?

"Mo, that card." Houston was very concerned.

"You mean this?" Mo Mengchen took out the card that turned them from a tramp into a first-class VIP.

"Yes!" Houston nodded vigorously, "Where did you come from?"

Mo Mengchen threw the card on the table like trash: "A gift from a patient."

"patient?"

"Yes, that person seems to be the younger brother of the person in charge of the Emmanuel Hotel. He needs an operation, and there is only a 50% chance of it. I don't want to do it because it is more troublesome." Mo Mengchen said.

Houston listened carefully.

"Later, I still agreed, for which he promised me a condition."

"Gold card?"

Mo Mengchen's expression made Houston realize that he had said something stupid.

What is a gold card?
If he was Mo Mengchen, he would only ask for more.

"It's just a promise that hasn't been fulfilled. The most important thing is that I completed the operation because I have the ability and I know they must me. They only believe in me."

Mo Mengchen said lightly.

"They believed in me not because I was the best doctor at St. Lucifer's or because of my track record at the Mayo Center, but because I never failed on the operating table. I am who I am."

I am who I am.

Houston recited this sentence in his heart.

What are you trying to tell me, rookie?

Mo Mengchen just said it implicitly, and he would not point it out. If Houston is really a person who values ​​the market and has a long-term plan for himself, no matter what he decides, it will not surprise anyone.

In all fairness, he wants Houston to stay.

As a time traveler, it is true that he has the foresight, but it will take time.

He is only the team's starter now, and he needs to slowly infiltrate the management. At that time, he can build the team according to his ideas.

Before that, Houston's combat power was extremely precious.

Especially since he lacks immediate combat power now, Hill and Houston are indispensable.

"You really are a bad fart!" Houston laughed suddenly.

"Let's have a meal, I'm hungry." Mo Mengchen put down his luggage.

"Wait, give me the room card first, I want to see what my room looks like!" Houston has never stayed in such a good hotel in his life.

He asked for the room card from Mo Mengchen, went to the next door and opened the door.

"Why don't we eat in the hotel?"

Houston believes that such a good hotel must have the best restaurant in the world.

Mo Mengchen doesn't think so, the more standardized the place is, the rougher the food will be. Even if it looks fine, it's actually some dirty, ordinary-tasting junk food.

Mo Mengchen's expression was his answer.

How should I say this expression?If Houston had seen Brother Wufly's expression pack, he would be able to recognize it. Mo Mengchen's current expression is not too similar to that one.

"Dor. Mo?"

"It's Dor. Mo!"

"It's a pity, if only we could have picked him in the first place."

Houston was heartbroken again.

Walking on the street, Mo Mengchen is often recognized by people, but no passerby has ever recognized him as Alan Houston.

What the fuck is this?I'm the second man of the Pistons!
"Why do they all know you?" Houston asked.

"I almost joined the Spurs, probably because of this." Mo Mengchen said.

Houston felt that the whole day was not going well. He began to regret coming to the holy city with him. Wouldn't it be good to stay at home and take a vacation?What are you doing to join in the fun!

Well now, the media doesn't care about him, the fans don't recognize him, if it wasn't for that damn gold card, even the fucking hotel waiter would despise him.

What am I doing?
"arrive."

Mo Mengchen found the shop he was looking for.

The last time he came to San Antonio, he evaded a one-on-one workout with the Spurs because he had a commitment from the Pistons and he didn't want to join the Spurs.

It came, but it didn't meet the Spurs.

He also found an excellent restaurant here, but the items sold in it were all high-calorie foods, which most people could not digest at all.

This seems to be the label of the Holy City. It is high in calories and fat. Without systematic exercise, most people cannot digest the calories they eat. It is no wonder that Buckley, a fat man, can't help complaining about the fatness of the Holy City. Aberdeen walks everywhere, there are as many fat girls as dogs.

Houston ordered an extra-large steak dipped in Turkish barbecue sauce. This dish is the signature dish here and the favorite of fat people.

You can feel full, and you will feel absolutely blissful after eating.

"Damn, I'm going to apply for a trade to the Spurs!" Houston said while eating, "I'm going to eat this every day!"

"Yes, if you eat this every day, you will be able to replace David Robinson as a center within half a year." Mo Mengchen said lightly.

"You're exaggerating. I train very hard!" Houston said while eating.

Mo Mengchen was too lazy to argue with him.

He ordered a steak too, but didn't gobble it up like Houston did.

He was very patient, picked up his own knife and fork, and cut the steak into a dozen pieces.

Watching him carefully cut the steak as if he were doing some work of art, Houston inexplicably felt that his grade was a lot lower.

Look, this is how elegant people eat.

"What's wrong with you?" Even though he felt itchy in his heart, Houston didn't imitate it.

"It's just a habit. This should be the 2/12th rib of the steak. It's grilled well." Mo Mengchen said lightly.

Why does this even have to pretend to eat steak?With him, Houston was full of tiredness, because no matter how he looked, he looked like a bumpkin from the countryside.

Why doesn't it feel like this around Hill?In terms of background, Hill's background is even more noble. This guy is an Asian from Australia. How can he be so high-profile?

"Okay, I'll change it too."

Houston decided to learn from Mo Mengchen and cut the steak into many pieces.

There was an accident in the process, and he cut a piece of tendon, which is the worst thing for all steak lovers, because the tendon is difficult to cut no matter how cooked it is.

"Do you need help?"

Cutting beef tendon was not difficult for Mo Mengchen.

"I can do it myself!" Houston gritted his teeth.

Seeing that he had to exert all his strength to cut a tendon, Mo Mengchen was really worried that if this guy slipped his hand, the knife would fly out and stab some poor man.

Just as he was thinking, an accident happened.

The knife did slip away, but it did not hurt the innocent, probably to accuse Houston, a waste material who can't even use a knife, the blade lightly stroked the back of his hand.

Soon, blood spilled.

Mo Mengchen quickly took out a sterile cloth to wrap Houston's hand: "You are the biggest idiot ever!"

"Pain, pain, pain~~~!!"

Houston wailed, and Mo Mengchen sent him to the hospital. Unfortunately, there were a lot of patients today, so he registered a number, and he had to be called by the nurse at the service desk.

Houston's hand was wrapped in a white cloth, and the pain continued to come.

"It's so fucking hateful, that damn steak! I'm going to file a complaint against that store!" Houston raged.

"What are you complaining about? Complaining that they didn't consider that you, an NBA player, can't even cut tendon?" Mo Mengchen asked mockingly.

Houston was furious: "That broken knife is too blunt! I suspect that the knife is rusted!"

Well, rusty, does your innocently scratched hand hurt to hear that?
"Matthew Grant!"

shouted the nurse at the desk.

"NO! I came earlier than him!" Houston raged, "I'm bleeding! See? I'm bleeding!"

"Maybe his situation is more serious." Mo Mengchen said.

Houston lost his mind: "But I'm bleeding, he's not!"

Just after CIC Wang finished complaining, the man named Matthew Grant suddenly fell to the hospital.

"No, he's having a heart attack!"

the nurse screamed.

"There is a reason why he is ahead of you," Mo Mengchen said to Houston.

"Humph!"

Houston stood up and said, "I don't care! I need to see a doctor now!"

After finishing speaking, he came to the service desk angrily; "When will I be here?"

"I'll call you when it's your turn." The nurse didn't even look him in the eye.

Houston became anxious: "Then can you tell me how many people are in front of me? My name is Alan Houston, the one who plays in the NBA!"

"I'll call you when it's your turn." The other party still didn't look him straight.

Houston rages: "How do I know when it's my turn?"

The other party finally raised his eyes, and said impatiently: "I will call you when it's your turn!"

Houston's face flushed with anger.

"damn it!"

Houston made a loud bang and turned around.

"I'll call you when it's your turn." Finally, she was reminded even though she was impatient with Houston.

Houston feels like the world sucks.

Sometimes, the urge to destroy the world is born in this very moment.

Some people will act, and some people will dismiss the thought the moment it arises.

Life must go on.

(End of this chapter)