Chapter 203: King’s Feast
Hmm? How much?
One thousand four hundred and fifty-eight?
Compared to that table with nearly a hundred dishes, this amount isn’t that big. On average, each dish only cost a dozen or so yuan.
But precisely because this amount isn’t large, it shows that what this shop wants is probably not cash at all, but ghost money specifically used in supernatural lands, just like the tattoo parlor.
“We really ran into a shady restaurant…” Zhang Qian silently scorned this shop.
The prices of these dishes are about the same as the tattoo prices in the tattoo parlor, but the tattoos in the tattoo parlor can genuinely control a fierce ghost, while what use are these dishes after eating them?
Some corpse parts dare to be sold at this price. No wonder the waiter looks like he’s about to starve to death.
You know, the compensation Zhang Qian got earlier from the tattoo parlor was only a little over one hundred yuan, which is just a tenth of these dishes. He basically can’t afford it.
Hmm… But Zhang Qian never planned to pay anyway, so whether he has this much money or not doesn’t seem to matter.
After thinking for a bit, he casually said, “The yuan you’re talking about refers to ghost money, right?”
The waiter nodded repeatedly: “Sir, you really have insight. It’s exactly ghost money.”
After saying that, he leaned in close to Zhang Qian and said eagerly, “I can give you a discount, sir. You just need to give me one thousand three hundred yuan.”
The waiter himself knew this price was indeed a bit outrageous.
But his task was to collect one thousand yuan within eighty years, and with the deadline approaching, the progress on this task was still zero.
No way around it, this ghost ship place was just too eerie. It was hard to get ghost controllers to come patronize it.
He had finally fought for a chance to open a shop on Paradise back then, but who knew this place would later cause all those anomalies.
Now that he had caught Zhang Qian, this big sucker, the waiter couldn’t care less if the sheep would be plucked bald. He could only hope Zhang Qian could afford this price.
But if he couldn’t afford it, it didn’t matter. Anyway, all these things had been eaten by the waiter himself, so the eighty-year deadline might be extended quite a bit. There would always be chances later to pay back the debt.
“One thousand three?”
Zhang Qian didn’t react much to this discount, because he had already decided he didn’t want to pay.
But flipping out directly didn’t seem good. He needed to find a reason…
“Do you have the bill? Let me see it?”
“Yes, yes, please take a look.” The waiter hurriedly handed over the menu.
But it was covered in unidentified stains and grease, really no place to start.
Noticing Zhang Qian’s disgusted look, the waiter fawningly wiped the bill front and back with his own sleeve a few times. Though not clean, it looked much better than before.
Only then did Zhang Qian take it and examine the contents.
The dry yellow paper was pasted on a hard wooden board, with some crooked notes on the paper roughly recording the contents of this meal.
“That ham is pretty cheap, only seven yuan, but that eyeball dish costs over twenty yuan. Hmm… The most expensive seems to be that human head, a full thirty-six yuan.”
The waiter also started complaining on the side, “This price is really the cost price. I just gave you a discount, sir, and the shop is already doing business at a loss.”
“If you don’t believe me, you can go out and ask around. Our shop has always been this price, open for how many years now.”
Hmm?
How could shops on the ghost ship be known to outsiders? Could it be that before the anomaly happened on the ghost ship, this shady restaurant already existed?
Zhang Qian casually asked, “Sounds like your shop has a good reputation. So you must have saved up a lot of ghost money, right?”
He wasn’t trying to rob him or anything. He was mainly just curious.
After all, it seemed some owners of supernatural lands had a hobby of collecting ghost money, which meant these colorful pieces of paper had some unknown uses.
“How would I have ghost money.” The waiter waved his hands repeatedly.
“I’m just a worker. Not to mention I haven’t earned any money now, even if I did, I’d have to hand it over to the boss.”
“Boss?” Zhang Qian asked curiously.
Looks like this guy isn’t the boss of the restaurant either. Makes sense. The waiter’s aura didn’t give him any sense of crisis, meaning his strength definitely wasn’t strong. It was indeed unreasonable that such a shady restaurant had been open so long without being beaten to death.
But if there really was a boss, things might get a bit tricky…
He didn’t know if the boss’s fists were hard. Whether he could comfortably finish this free meal.
“Uh, I don’t know much about the boss either, but sir, you will definitely become our shop’s most honored guest later. The boss will surely want to meet you.” The waiter flattered.
How could he not be honored? The entire shop’s eighty-year quota had been digested by Zhang Qian alone. A tycoon like that would be treated with respect anywhere.
“Later? I can’t see Him now?” Zhang Qian said thoughtfully.
The waiter nodded: “Yes, the boss isn’t on the ship. He usually has other shop business to attend to…”
So, this place only has the waiter as the one “person”?
Zhang Qian interrupted the waiter’s remaining words and casually said, “I can’t carry this much money on me. How do you want me to pay you?”
The implication was nothing more than wanting to temporarily leave to get the money and pay it back later when he found the chance.
But Zhang Qian was just testing. A normal person probably wouldn’t let him leave, right?
But the waiter actually agreed.
He didn’t hesitate at all, as if he was already prepared, and brought over a black paper and brush pen.
“Sign here, and you can leave the shop to get the money.”
Zhang Qian didn’t rashly take this strange black paper into his hand.
This thing gave him a very uncomfortable feeling, as if holding it would lead to something bad happening.
It seemed like some kind of contract, and one based on the supernatural that couldn’t be broken.
Looks like the excuse to run away wouldn’t work.
If he really signed this agreement, whether he left or not, he’d be bound. If he couldn’t pay back the debt on time, something terrifying would probably happen.
He had wanted to put on an act, but the other side was so well-prepared.
Zhang Qian thus avoided the topic, didn’t take the thing from the waiter’s hand, and pointing at the bill in his hand, asked, “What is this honey glazed first-grade ham?”
The waiter was a bit confused. Had Zhang Qian lost his memory?
But he still respectfully explained, “This is your first dish. The ham used was carefully selected, with vibrant color, fragrant…”
“Stop.” Zhang Qian waved his hand to interrupt him. “Did I eat it?”
“Uh…”
Without waiting for the waiter to respond, Zhang Qian pointed one by one at the dishes on the menu and named them: “And this bird’s nest and shark fin, I haven’t even seen what they look like. How can you say I ate them?”
“On the contrary, you yourself ate until your mouth was dripping with oil.”
