Chapter 1222: Greetings, Big Boss Amy!
“Designated hot pot area?” The System’s request was rather reasonable.
Eating hot pot was always a leisurely affair. It was common to spend a whole night eating hot pot while chatting with friends. However, it wouldn’t be pleasant for the other customers.
Furthermore, the current wooden tables weren’t suitable for eating hot pot. He had to purchase a batch of dining tables specially designed for eating hot pots.
“System, the next four shops all belong to me. You can design and renovate two of them as designated hot pot areas,” Mag said inwardly. It was fortunate that Mobai left him those several shops, or else he would have to expand toward the Bastie Prison.
“We have already 200m2 of store area, and at the same time, we could expand another 100m2 at the exterior of the shops. After calculation, the cost to build the designated hot pot area is: 300,000 copper coins for interior renovation, while 33 sets of specially designed hot pot tables and chairs cost 330,000 copper coins… Total cost: 830,000 copper coins!” the System’s voice said.
“Final price, 400,000,” Mag said calmly.
“Host! N-nobody negotiates like you do?! The System could no longer remain calm.
Mag pursed his lips. “According to the usual renovation standards, 400,000 is more than enough to renovate a 200m2 shop. Moreover, you are the main supplier, and there are no middlemen earning the difference in between. This price is very reasonable.”
“Host, you cannot compare the prices using the Earth’s standards. To accommodate all the unusual species in this world and to prevent the materials from having recurring problems because they cannot withstand the weight, this System uses the best materials procured from all parts of the continent.
“For example, the abysmal sea granite mined from the deep sea. It can withstand a weight of 60,000 kg without cracking. Even when the giant dragons reveal their true form, it can still withstand their weight.
“And the hot pot made from the super alloy can make sure the whole hot pot is evenly heated and the ingredients won’t stick to the surface. It can also withstand an instantaneous temperature difference of 1000 degrees. And…”
Mag listened to the System introducing the sources of the materials excitedly, and was secretly astonished. It was longer a simple extravagant renovation—even putting diamonds in wasn’t so difficult.
“Alright. Seeing that you are being so sincere, I will give you an additional 99 copper coins. I believe you will become the best designer in history,” Mag said encouragingly.
“D-do you really think so?” The System’s voice was a little emotional.
“Yes.” Mag rolled his eyes, but he said in a convinced voice, “The father knows his son best.”
“This System is so touched. Since this is the case, this System agreed to your price and accepted this renovation mission for the price of 400,099 copper coins. May I ask, are we starting the renovation right now?”
“No. Let’s wait until tonight. It would be suspicious if such an extravagant project was completed instantly.” A curl appeared on Mag’s lips. There was no need to rush to introduce the hot pot, since he had just released the steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers.
After deciding about the hot pot’s issue, Mag began to cook the congee with pork and century egg for the cleaners, and served it to them at exactly 6.30 am.
Although the cleaners were eating the same simple congee with pork and century egg for breakfast every morning, they were still enjoying it very much.
To them, such a scrumptious breakfast with meat had been unimaginable in the past.
While the cleaners were eating the congee, Mag wrote a notice and pasted it on the door of the shop next door.
“The designated hot pot area is in renovation. Please look forward to it!”
Yabemiya read it out, and then asked Mag with confusion, “Boss, what is a hot pot?”
“A pot that gets hot by itself?” Amy asked curiously.
All the ladies were looking at Mag curiously too. It seemed like Mag was going to expand the restaurant.
“We are going to eat hot pot tonight, so tonight you guys will know what it is,” Mag said mysteriously without telling them too much.
The way he said it made them even more curious and expectant.
The customers who came line up at the restaurant also discovered the notice. They had all kinds of guesses for this designated hot pot area.
However, Mag refused to say anything except that they would be finding out about it tonight. Everyone was so curious.
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“You finally came out, Madam!” Caesar said agitatedly as it went up when it saw Camilla, who was still wearing her chef’s uniform, come out from the side of the restaurant. With a weird expression, it asked her, “Madam, are you still okay?”
“Ah. Where were you last night? Didn’t you know to come look for me when you didn’t see me come out?” Camilla huffed coldly.
“Didn’t you order me to wait out here…” Caesar said weakly.
“Scram!” A black light rose up under Camilla’s feet, and she disappeared on the spot.
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“Boss, what will we do now? It’s embarrassing to go to school like this.” A group of little pink pig heads gathered in the alley at the school’s entrance. They were the members of the Little Tyrant Gang Amy rebounded the magic upon.
The group were all looking at Bolton sadly. Although they were all transformed into pig-heads, their bodies didn’t change, and their features could still be seen vaguely.
“Sigh. We are simply unskilled compared to Big Boss Amy. We are all little brothers in front of her.” Bolton sighed, feeling troubled too.
He had put in so much effort before making a name for himself, but if the Little Tyrants went to school with pigs’ heads now, they would lose all the respect. All their efforts would go down the drain too.
They had to attend the classes.
The school could tolerate their antics to a certain extent, but it required them to have full attendance. They could be expelled if they missed school without a valid reason.
But their classmates would take them as a joke if they went to school like this.
“Wow. There are so many piggies.” Right at this moment, a familiar voice came from the alley entrance as a bicycle stopped right there.
“Peppa?” Mag raised his eyebrows as he looked at all the primary school students with pig heads in the alley. It seemed like they were the fellows who’d picked a fight with Amy yesterday.
Amy’s exclamation attracted the attention of many school children on their way to school. Many gathered around them to have a closer look.
“Isn’t this the Little Tyrant Gang?”
“Yes. Why did they all become pigs’ heads?”
“Weren’t they the ones who turned people into pigs’ heads? Why did they all become pigs’ heads this time round?”
The students were all mumbling curiously. Many who were bullied before by the Little Tyrants even laughed out loud.
“Be calm. Show them your attitude!” Bolton said to those members who wanted to cover their faces with their bags. He walked to the alley’s entrance with his head up high, knelt on the ground with one leg bent, and seriously said, “Greetings, Big Boss Amy!”
The other gang members were stunned before they all went up, knelt down one knee, and exclaimed, “Greetings, Big Boss Amy!”
Does this mean Amy has subdued them successfully? The organized greetings surprised Mag, who was about to walk away. He looked at those kids with pigs’ heads, and tried his very best not to laugh at them.