My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 290: Chapter One Hundred and Fifty: What Kind of Knight?

"Actually, the situation isn’t complicated. During a previous livestream, I encountered a wealthy patron who tipped me with twenty Little TV Blimps right off the bat." Hastur sat in the chair while Betty poured him a glass of soft drinks.

Chen Ze was stunned for a moment. Little TV Blimps... He remembered those were the most expensive gifts on Bilibili, with one costing over twelve hundred. Twenty would be over twenty thousand. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"Tsk, tsk, that’s indeed quite spendthrift." Chen Ze nodded, over twenty thousand, that was something he would never spend on tipping streamers unless he started earning tens of thousands daily. Then it might be possible.

As for now, Chen Ze still thought it was better to take care of his family first. Regardless, taking care of his family was definitely the most important thing.

"Then, at the beginning, I didn’t pay much attention to it. I just thanked the person for the Little TV Blimps. But later, he tipped me twenty every day for a week, after which he sent me a private message asking for my contact details." Hastur yawned, then took another sip of his Coke.

Betty perked up her ears, she was even more interested, especially because this person was an even tougher character than Lady Lafra. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

"So I gave him my gaming QQ number since many fans add me as a friend. Then he would chat and play games with me daily, and continued to tip me with fifty Little TV Blimps every day." Hastur played with the straw, blowing into the Coke. His cute little lips looked especially tempting.

Chen Ze knew about Hastur’s popularity. After all, Hastur’s popularity was not a fluke. On Bilibili, Chen Ze could see quite a few of Hastur’s videos.

What with ’National Goddess’ and ’Being who has crossed the Dimensional Wall,’ such accolades surrounded Hastur, and he had an especially large fan base.

Thus, Chen Ze could understand why there would be many people watching when Hastur livestreamed. With such a large audience, there would certainly be a few who weren’t short on money.

But fifty to sixty thousand a day... Chen Ze still found it pretty extravagant.

"Later, he began hinting to me about things like wanting to take me to a midnight movie, how big and soft his bed was, and he even confessed he had fallen for me and was planning to marry me." Chen Ze was utterly shocked, he really wanted to tell this brother, ’You’re the real deal, man.’

Ning Caichen, having transformed into a Ghost Knight, or Xu Xian grappling with snakes, or even the western Dragon Knights, none hold a candle to you, brother, you’re truly hardcore.

"Then I didn’t really show any interest, just carried on with my normal livestreams. Later on, he suddenly tipped me ninety-nine Little TV Blimps and then confessed his feelings for me in QQ. However, I firmly rejected him and gave him the ’friend card.’" Chen Ze quietly grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds. The drama was getting more thrilling, almost like an idol drama.

Betty also sat by, quietly nibbling on seeds and poured Chen Ze a glass of Coca Cola.

"Then he might have gotten angry, during that time I could feel someone trying to hack into my computer, but they didn’t succeed." Chen Ze took a sip of his Coca Cola.

"After that he laid it all out, asking me how much for a night, and said he could give me a million just for checking into a hotel." Once Hastur finished speaking, Chen Ze took a deep breath, what a talent, truly a talent.

"So, what do you plan to do?" Chen Ze asked with curiosity.

"That’s why I’m here asking you." Hastur said playfully, looking at Chen Ze, although he had some ideas of his own.

"I’ve said it, I’m not that kind of person." Chen Ze was somewhat speechless. As an ordinary person, how would he know the answer to such a question on how to torment someone?

"The High-Speed Magic Circle needs to be charged. You give me a plan, and I’ll charge it for you twice for free." Hastur laid out his terms directly.

Chen Ze was stunned, then he stealthily approached Hastur, after which sinister and frightening laughter echoed throughout the entire restaurant.

Betty shuddered and shook off the goosebumps from her body, the method Chen Ze provided was truly sinister and scary.

Hastur was very satisfied, the method that Chen Ze provided was still quite good, although it wasn’t as good as the one He had in mind, but overall it was very good, and combining the two might be even better.

"Then I’ll be going back first, see you next time," Hastur waved His hand, He couldn’t wait to use this method to teach that guy a lesson.

"Hey, wait a sec," Chen Ze suddenly remembered what else he planned to do and hurriedly stopped Hastur, then ran upstairs.

"’Capital Theory’? ’Leninism’? What are these books?" Hastur was a bit confused, He really hadn’t expected Chen Ze to give Him these things.

"How’s your idol band game going?" Chen Ze asked, he felt that Hastur was about to beat the game.

"Not bad, the Wind Moon Band is getting more and more popular. Although other people have formed idol bands too, they’re just copying me and there’s no challenge in that." Hastur was very proud, those copycats that couldn’t match up to a tiger and acted more like cats, He didn’t care for them, nor would they affect His own band.

"So, do you want to play a more advanced simulation game?" Chen Ze smiled slyly and took out his phone, opening up a game on it.

"Let me see... SimCity? I’ve never heard of this game. I’ve only heard my fans mention something called The Sims." Hastur shook His head.

"This one’s even more challenging~" Chen Ze’s smile was like that of a snake tempting Adam and Eve to eat the apple.

Hastur went back, taking a bunch of books with Him.

"Manager..." Betty looked at Chen Ze with a puzzled face.

"What’s up?" Chen Ze stretched lazily, feeling sleepy after eating.

"Didn’t you say you didn’t know how, yet you seem so proficient!" Betty was shocked, suspecting that Chen Ze might have a hidden profession, like an assassin or something.

"What are you talking about, just go wash the dishes." Chen Ze was a bit helpless, he was just drawing on his knowledge from history books he had read before.

In ancient Huaxia, there were indeed many... um... imaginative punishments, the simplest and most famous being death by a thousand cuts, very infamous indeed.

However, the tiger bench and piercing of all ten fingers are also very famous forms of punishment.

Of course, Chen Ze wasn’t going to suggest such brutal punishments; he merely gave an alternative punishment, and Chen Ze guessed that the tycoon’s best outcome would probably be ending up in a mental hospital.

Chen Ze glanced at the braising pot, the Edelman Wild Boar’s tail was still cooking and showed no signs of being ready yet.

Chen Ze added some water and more braising spices, then closed the lid of the pot and proceeded to slowly cook it at quadruple speed.