Tomb Raider: Villain System, Start with Umbrella Corporation

The sun was shining brightly in the courtyard. The mute was lying quietly in the rocking chair, in a daze. He was wrapped tightly in a blanket by the blind man, just like a caterpillar basking in the sun leisurely on a leaf.

The blind man, with his muscular body, wrapped himself tightly around the mute like a giant snake, and squeezed them onto a recliner. The purple bamboo creaked under the weight.

The originally tall body of the mute suddenly looked like a pitiful little thing, with red cheeks, half from the sun and half from being rubbed by the big snake.

“Slurp…Slurp…”

It was really tiring. The empty courtyard was covered with dust and it took most of the day just to clean it.

Only Zhang Musi was as tired as a dead dog, slumped on Wei Er's recliner, closing his eyes and sucking on the straw like a turtle...

Hmm? How can I drink it after sucking it hard for so long?

"Dumb! Let go of my straw!"

Zhang Qiling pinched the straw with two fingers, and it deflated like a piece of paper. Not to mention liquid, even a filial son and grandson wouldn't have to use so much force to pinch the hospital's oxygen tube.

"Quarrel!"

Zhang Musi was angry and just when he was about to cheer himself up, he heard a noise outside the door.

"crunch~"

The door of the courtyard was pushed open. In the backlight, he looked arrogant and noble, and looked down at the few people in a condescending manner. The relatively tidy courtyard was made to look like a slum, and the items that the blind man had spent a lot of money to buy were eclipsed.

The three of them stared at the man with unfriendly eyes.

So pretentious, so hateful!

"Why are you standing at the door? Don't you know you're blocking the sun?"

"Is there any place for people to stand here?" Wang Canghai glanced at the yard with disdain. He reached out and picked up the copper bell hanging by the door, then threw it aside with disdain and clapped his hands.

"Yes, yes, you should stand on the Deer Tower or the Beacon Tower. We are only fit to stand on the high mound."

Zhang Musi rolled his eyes. What can he say? Walking towards Chang'an Street, do you see the red wall? It was designed by others in the first place. It's natural for them to dislike your three-story courtyard.

Wang Canghai ignored the poor guy's intention, clapped his hands and said, "I've finished looking at the houses, so that's it. I've told Yang Xuanwei about the few that are of some value, and you guys can handle the rest. I'm going back now."

As he said that, he turned around and left.

"Hey..." Zhang Musi called out hurriedly, but when the person turned around, he didn't know what to say. It was normal for him to go back after finishing his work, but he also felt that it was a bit unkind to let him go like this.

"How about... have a meal before leaving?"

Yes, it’s not right to send someone off without eating.

"At this?"

"Of course not!" Zhang Musi jumped up excitedly. He was hurt by the disdainful look. He couldn't let this bastard look down on him anymore.

"Let's go! Crescent Hotel!"

Seeing that he was the local rich man who owned more than half of the courtyard houses in the city, he didn't care about this little money at all.

"Hey, why are you walking so fast? It's like you're hungry."

When he turned around, the two men had already walked to the door, and the three of them were staring at him.

"Little boss, let's go. It's rare to get a chance to make a killing from you."

"It's just a meal, how can it be considered a big deal?" Zhang Musi considered the prices of goods in this era. Even if the New Moon Hotel was given a 10-fold black shop buff, it would not be much.

Looking at the blind man's strange smile, I felt a little uneasy. It's not that expensive. Restaurants in the 1980s and 1990s couldn't be that expensive.

The distance was not far, and the four of them could stroll there with their amazing physical strength. It was not easy to maintain such a large ancient theater in this old city in this day and age. It was not easy to keep the archway painted in vermilion even after going through the war and the ten-year revolution. It was one of the best.

This was originally the theater of Prince Gui's Mansion. It was a wooden tower-style building with flying eaves, brackets, and vermilion lacquered doors. It took up most of the street. If it were a little more grand, it would have the flavor of Ningrong Street in the Jia Mansion.

There are two floors in the hall. The lower one is for casual seating, and the upper one is for elegant seats. There is a two-story hollow space in the middle, and an intricate caisson is embedded in the ceiling, which is magnificent and grand.

“This place looks really nice~”

He was the only one among the few who was interested in this building. Born as a blind prince, his family might have built countless theaters for entertainment when he was a child. It was not uncommon for him to have mutes, which were much better than this broken theater. As for Wang Canghai... forget it...

Zhang Musi felt a surge of pride coming from nowhere, but he didn't feel anything when looking at the Crescent Hotel.

Until you see the menu.

He sat there silently, staring at the zeros above again and again. As a restaurant established in the mid-to-late 80s, don't you feel guilty about setting such a high price?

A random dish costs more than 80 yuan! In an economic environment where the average monthly salary is more than 1000 yuan, a dish costs 20 yuan. Five dishes can buy a courtyard house that will be worth 1 million yuan in 2000 years. How much does it cost to make a dish worth million yuan?

This completely silenced him. It wasn't that he couldn't afford it, but he felt that his intelligence had been insulted...

Zhang Qiling looked at the price list and fell silent. He silently calculated the money he made from picking up Lama. 5 yuan each time was only enough to have ten meals here.

When it comes to paying the bill, it becomes clear who is the breadwinner and who is the gigolo.

Then the blind man and the two old men, Wang Zanghai, ordered dishes according to the menu.

Some people ate this meal with agony, some ate it with smiles on their faces, some ate it very picky, and some ate it with a blank expression.

In the hall, the four of them put on a lively show that was more exciting than the little songs sung on the stage.

After leaving the house, Zhang Musi felt more and more aggrieved, so he picked up the phone and reported it.

"Hello, is this the Price Bureau? It's expensive. It's really expensive..."

"Hello, is this the Security Bureau? I want to report someone smuggling cultural relics..."

"Hello, is this the Revolutionary Committee? I'm reporting the Crescent Hotel for sabotaging the achievements of the revolution and raising slaves. Yes, there are listening slaves and stick slaves..."

"Hello, is this the Industrial and Commercial Bureau? I want to report someone who is operating beyond the scope of business..."

"Hello, is this the police station? I want to report someone selling stolen goods..."

"Hello, is this the tax bureau? I want to report someone for tax evasion!"

"…As for my name, I'm Zhang Rishan, a man, and I often hang out near the Crescent Hotel. Yes, I'm a decent person, and I'm not mentally ill. Thank you for your concern."

After hanging up the phone and taking a long breath, I saw the blind man holding a purple clay teapot, sitting in a rocking chair and grinning.

"Young boss, your 2 yuan is really worth it. The relevant departments are in a state of decline. Even if the Crescent Hotel is fine, it will still lose money."

"Pay the bill clearly marked with a price." Zhang Musi's mouth was dry, and he quickly sipped his cold tea, pretending to be upright and fair. "But it doesn't prevent me from supervising and reporting social bad practices as an excellent citizen."

“If the Crescent Hotel knew about this mess, it would be because of these 20,000~hahahaha.”

The dumb man at the side suddenly spoke up, looking at the blind man with an extremely serious expression, "Is it delicious?"

The blind man raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh~ our mute cares about the blind man's taste. Come on, let the blind man kiss you."

The face that leaned forward was pushed aside. "Is it delicious?"

"Not bad, it has some of the flavor of the old times."

The mute nodded, as if he understood something.

"Blind, pinch lama."

The blind man was stunned, and the eyes hidden by the sunglasses were more tender and affectionate than ever before, and the love in his eyes seemed to overflow.

"Why does the mute want to pinch the lama?"

"If you like to eat, keep it."

The blind man suddenly pounced on the mute, the fresh scent of herbs filled his nose, and like a big lazy snake, he put his head on the back of the mute's neck and spoke in a low voice.

"No, blind people love to eat dumb people. Just looking at dumb people makes them full. It tastes better than anything else."

Zhang Musi: Am I dead? Do you need me to pretend to be a corpse to show my presence?