After The Fall Of The Earth, My Hotel Became Popular - Chapter 17

The Rabbit Butler looked more excited than him, jumping up and down, pulling on his trousers and running to the system page.

　　【Do you want to spend a thousand crystals to upgrade your hotel from ‘shabby’ to ‘brand new’? 】

　　【YES】

　　Wen Bei agreed without much hesitation.

　　He had noticed that the dilapidated appearance of the Hotel was quite uncomfortable. Sometimes the wood would make a creaking sound when he stepped on the floor. It made people worry that they would break the floor with just one step.

　　After a burst of relaxed and cheerful music passed, Wen Bei opened his eyes again and saw that the appearance of the Hotel had already changed completely.

　　It had taken up a totally new look.

　　Not only had the paint on the wall become nice and neat, but all the furnishings in the hall had also changed from old to brand new.

　　Obviously the layout had not changed, but it had suddenly transformed from a shabby hotel into a beautiful hotel with a slightly retro touch. From the outside, it looked a bit out of place with the surrounding uninhabited ruins. It looked more like a paradise in between chaos.

　　At the same time, a new activity hall— the KTV— was also unlocked.

　　It was an entertainment venue that had completely disappeared after the end of the world.

　　Wen Bei pushed open the door with KTV written on it and found that there was Qiankun¹ inside.

　　After unlocking, the space inside changed, and a spacious new corridor appeared. The floor was covered with carpets with complicated patterns, and there were KTV rooms on both sides.

　　There were eight private rooms in total.

　　Wen Bei casually walked into one of the private rooms and saw the rules written on it.

　　||1. Guests are required to pay a basic fee of fifty crystal stones to enter the private room.||

　　||2. Outside food is not allowed in the private room. Food can only be ordered from the restaurant of the hotel.||

　　||3. This KTV has the most complete song list in the world. Each song you order costs only twenty crystals.||

　　||4.Singing a song in the box can reduce pollution to a certain degree.||

　　||5. The minimum consumption of the private room is 200 crystal stones.||

　　||The above rules are only visible to the Owner of the Hotel.||

　　Wen Bei read the rules carefully and sighed, indeed there were business opportunities everywhere in the apocalypse.

　　It seemed that as long as one was willing to spend money in the Hotel, their pollution level could also be reduced.

　　Wen Bei withdrew from the activity area, his mood became brighter.

　　Even when he thought of a certain madman, the murderous intention in his heart would become smaller. Although it only meant a slight difference between wanting to kill him very much to just wanting to kill him.

　　Rabbit Butler: “The remaining crystals you possess can also unlock the rooms on the third floor and some new furniture. Do you want to unlock it?”

　　After spending a thousand crystal stones, he still had four thousand left.

　　Wen Bei checked that to unlock the rooms on the third floor, and it would actually cost him a thousand crystals to unlock just one room.

　　The simple hourly rooms on the first floor were not enough. He definitely needed some standard rooms to retain guests.

　　Wen Bei was a money lover, but not a money-keeper.

　　Only by letting go of one’s children can one trap the wolf.

　　Wen Bei thought for a moment and then decided directly: “Unlock two rooms.”

　　All of a sudden, the crystal stones in his account suddenly changed from four thousand to two thousand.

　　The money was put into investment before it had time to heat up.

　　Wen Bei sighed faintly: “We still need more… guests.”

　　Butler Rabbit next to him glanced at him with a complicated expression: “…”

　　That weird pause you just made, you definitely wanted to do something again, right?

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　　　It was already the fourth day since he had left that magical hotel, and it was also the second day after he had successfully settled in the base.

　　Fang Dashan still could not forget the steaming bowl of dumpling soup he had in that warm restaurant.

　　They had managed to survive the next two days after leaving the hotel just by depending on the free water and the little food bought at the Hotel.

　　Many people knew that the safe zone where Fang Dashan lived was under severe threat, so when he revealed his origin, many mercenary groups came to him to find out the truth.

　　In addition to wanting to know information about the Category A Fishermen, they were also very interested in Fang Dashan’s ability to escape from the safe zone to the H City base.

　　There was an endless stream of people coming to inquire about it, and even a guild had offered him an olive branch.

　　But their target was naturally not Fang Dashan, who was just an ordinary person, but his two sons who were both polluters.

　　The ability of the twins was being able to minimise the presence of people or objects by wrapping them in a sphere of their supernatural powers for a period of time.

　　Such an ability was not very powerful among the polluters whose offensive abilities were the mainstream, but it was rare enough to display unexpected potential in actual combat.

　　All invitations were rejected by Fang Dashan.

　　He did not intend to let his two sons, who were less than ten years old, live like mercenaries with their heads tied to their waistbands, even if he, an ordinary person, had to bear the burden of three people’s lives.

　　In the apocalypse, it was very rare for ordinary people to be able to feed themselves.

　　Fang Dashan deliberately hid a piece of chocolate exchanged from the Hotel and brought it to the base. Such things were considered luxuries in the apocalyptic world.

　　It was the existence of that piece of chocolate that allowed him to exchange it for crystal stones that were enough to rent a house for a month, thus avoiding the fate of sleeping in a tent at an aid station.

　　Fang Dashan was lucky. He found a bar willing to hire workers the very next day.

　　Drinks were also a rare resource in the apocalypse, and the bar sold a total of two kinds of wine, one was the wine commonly brewed before the apocalypse, and the other was the new wine that appeared after the apocalypse – ant wine.

　　It was the wine brewed from the spit of ants that were contaminated and distorted.

　　It was very spicy and also tasted a bit unpleasant.

　　Although it was cheaper than ordinary wine, drinking too much also posed the risks of increasing the contamination levels.

　　So only people who couldn’t afford normal drinks would choose to buy ant wine.

　　Ordinary bars couldn’t operate in the apocalypse that easily. The current bars were all designed to serve the base’s lawful army and mercenaries. Especially the mercenaries, a group of people who would lick the blood from the tip of their swords. Every time they survived a mission, they would go to the bar to vent the depression caused by the narrow escape from death.

　　Therefore, the bar was always full of foul language, blood and violence. Many mercenaries had a high degree of pollution and regarded today as their last day of life. For them, the ethics and morals before the end were the weakest and most needed to be abandoned.

　　The previous bartender at the bar had angered a mercenary and had his legs broken rendering him immobile, so he was replaced by Fang Dashan.

　　Not only did Fang Dashan think the job was dangerous, he was actually happy about it.

　　He always remembered what he had promised the Hotel Owner, which was to help him promote the Hotel as much as possible.

　　There was nothing better than giving publicity to mercenaries, because in the current world of complete chaos, only mercenaries would dare to often leave their bases to do high-risk and high-reward missions.

　　Normal people wouldn’t even want to get close to the base’s gate.

　　So Fang Dashan found every opportunity to promote the existence of the Hotel to the mercenaries who came to the bar to drink, although what he said was usually regarded as wishful thinking.

　　Some people ridiculed that he must have eaten some poisonous mushrooms and hallucinated on the way to escape.

　　Snapped.

　　There was a crisp sound of a wine glass falling to the ground.

　　Fang Dashan, who was chattering incessantly, was startled. He looked at the source of the sound, a young man with a slightly immature face.

　　Bai You cursed in an unclean manner: “Madman, how can there be anything that can reduce pollution?!”

　　Someone pulled Fang Dashan and explained: “That’s a member of the base’s first guild, White Eagle. It’s best to not mess with him.”

　　Sitting next to Bai You was a charming beauty. She was drinking a specially prepared wine with her eyes lowered. Her red manicure looked alluring under the light.

　　After being disturbed by the sound of the cup being thrown away, she just raised her eyes and smiled foolishly: “Ignore him. After the president of their guild left, he has been behaving like that every day.”

　　Huang Qian was the president of another guild. She was equally powerful and was not afraid of Bai You at all. She was the only one in the bar who dared to confront him.

　　Bai You glared at her like a provoked wolf cub: “Huang Qian, don’t think that if our president is gone, you will be able to shake our position as the number one guild.”

　　Huang Qian sneered: “From hell, if Ji Mingyuan saw his teammates acting like this, he might even be pissed off by you.”

　　Bai You’s eyes turned red with anger. He couldn’t bear to hear anyone mention Ji Mingyuan’s death.

　　In his opinion, the president’s existence was omnipotent. He never thought that one day Ji Mingyuan would leave silently when he was on a mission with their usual team.

　　The once proud man of heaven was helpless in the face of pollution.

　　Such a blow made him drink in the bar for many days, and he could no longer look like the energetic and shy person he was when he followed Ji Mingyuan.

　　At that moment, he was like a stray dog that would only catch and bite people.

　　Bai You stood up angrily. He was not yet drunk and knew that he was no match for Huang Qian. After leaving a few harsh words, he dropped a bag of crystal stones that were enough to pay and left.

　　When he left, he slammed the door loudly.

　　The bar was silent for a moment, and soon the carnival continued.

　　There was even a mercenary with a pockmarked face who came close to where Bai You had smashed the glass and dipped his hand into the remaining wine regardless of the glass shards.

　　He muttered: “This is the beer of the pre-apocalypse.”

　　The pock-marked companion laughed and scolded him for being useless, then turned around and ordered another glass of ant wine.

　　Some people were so drunk that they spent all the crystal stones they had earned with their lives on drinking, while others were desperate and regarded it as the night of farewell.

　　Huang Qian belongs to the latter.

　 She didn’t know where she would die, so every time she went out on a mission, she would go to the bar to get drunk to numb the fear in her heart after returning from every mission.

　　Fang Dashan thanked Huang Qian.

　　Huang Qian glanced at him: “I didn’t criticise him because I agreed with you.”

　　She wasn’t not drunk enough to believe the lame joke about hotels that reduce pollution.

　　Fang Dashan smiled honestly, and insisted on giving her the map he drew from his memory: “If you change your mind, you can go and have a look. There must be surprises here that you can’t think of.”