Chapter 35： (1/2)

Dai Xiao made a move, set aside the wide-blade planer, and looked at Cheng Xiu with a kind of "Are you mentally handicapped?" "Because he is Omega."

Adult Omega and Adult Alpha sleep in a room, which is equivalent to carrying a piece of tender lamb to the tiger's mouth, and no matter how good it is, they have to roll to the bed. Asking such a mentally handicapped question, Cheng Xiu felt like a fool.

He scratched his neck, and still resisted living with a first-time Alpha.

Creatures like Alpha are strong and brutal, and they always release pheromones indiscriminately. Although Cheng Xiu is not as sensitive as Omega, he also has a sense of self-protection. He hastily agreed without knowing the details of the other party, which is not much different from moving into a wolf den. He said: "Then you make a single room for me, anyway, you inn ..."

He looked around: "The occupancy rate is not high."

Dai Xiao immediately turned black.

His inn is really going to close, but this is a type that can be hacked and rolled out. Cheng Xiu poked at the sore point, he yelled, "Huh."

Cheng Xiu: "No, no?"

"No," Dai Xiao refused flatly. "I live well, and it's enough conscience to give you a bed at the expense of privacy. Don't make it."

He gave a double beep, rewarded Cheng Xiu with a disdainful scorn, and picked up a planer to continue his work. The wood flowers piled up layer by layer, fluffy and soft, and soon drowned the instep.

He said as he said, "Don't be unhappy, let me tell you so. Every room in the inn is hung on the Internet. One less room will result in less income. Recently the inn has been fiercely competitive and the profits are not. High, everything must be carefully planned, and you can save as much as you can. I have now removed a theme room. If I remove one, I will definitely lose my money this year. You know how hard it is to make money, the Commerce and Industry Bureau How difficult is it for people?

"Besides, it doesn't matter if I go hungry alone. My cat ca n’t go hungry. When you came in, you saw it, just the one--the one squatting on the eaves with extra fat, eight meals a day. Desperately, I also grabbed Corgi's dog food next door and lost my face. Just this cat, without exaggeration, will eat at least a few thousand dollars a year ... "

Dai Xiaokou has a lingering rhetoric, from the 660 appetite to the cost control of the inn, from the vicious competition in the industry to the real economy bubble, it all boils down to one sentence: you can make a bed, and you can leave the room free.

Cheng Xiu heard the first two big, but frustratedly raised the small white flag and obeyed the assignment.

Dai Xiao then patted his overalls and stood up, lowered his planer, straightened the flattened wooden board and knocked **** the ground, and shook off countless fine wood chips.

He moved the plank to the wall and put it in the corner of the broken house. He said to Cheng Xiu, "Do me a favor and go to the storeroom to find a few more pieces of wood. I will process the rest of the bedboard for you— —Be careful, there are few mold spots. They are taken from the old bed and piled up for several years. It is not easy to make a new bed. "

Cheng Xiu dumbfounded: "What ?!"

Dai Xiao saw how strange he was, and said rudely, "What‘ what ’? If you do n’t make a bed, do you pay for it yourself?”

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