Her Seven Little Bodyguards

Chapter 415

The waiter was warm and welcoming and observant enough to notice that they weren't local. His eyes lit up the moment he saw Hanson nodding. "These are all of our signature dishes. You wouldn't be able to find them elsewhere! Would you like to try these?" he said while flipping through the menu.

The dishes he recommended were extremely pricey—the regular consumer wouldn't have been able to afford such meals. After adding all the courses, the total bill would probably go up to 10,000. Of course, the waiter had his benefits—he'd earn more if his customers spent more. Hanson didn't hesitate even after seeing the prices on the menu. The total cost of the dishes was about the same as the price of one plate in Hammond, after all. "Sure," he replied.

"Great! Give me a minute, my dearest guests. I'll deliver the food to you in a while!" The waiter looked absolutely elated as he hurried off to prepare the food. He had been right—the customers who had just entered were rich folks! It's rare to get such customers around here. I'll have to suck them dry tonight, or else I might not find someone like them for the whole of next year! The commission from what they just ordered is already enough to pay my salary for half a year. I'll have to give them the best service I can afford. Perhaps I can earn a little more from them, the waiter thought. He was starstruck by the amount of money he was getting.

Right then, Larry started a conversation with a smile. "You guys seem to be doing well here. It's pretty rare to see so many people coming over for a singing performance, huh," he commented. The waiter chuckled as he continued the conversation with Larry. "You probably haven't heard about the legends in our area since you're from another town. The performer here, Master Gordon, is an extremely famous man. The only song he performs is the Legend of the Great Chemist. There are more than 10,000 people who visit every year just to watch this performance. Naturally, they would end up eating and staying in this building," the waiter explained. The waiter chatted with Larry as if they were old friends, and he was glad to do so—he figured that Hanson might spend more on food if he could hold a conversation with them.


"I see," Larry smiled as he replied politely. "Well, why don't you give us one of the best wines you have here? This is an interesting story, and I'd like to hear more of it," Larry continued after flipping through the menu. Did he just ask for the best wine? If I manage to sell this to them, I will get a higher commission than a year's worth of salary.

The waiter sent the wine to their table without informing them of the price. Then, he hastily popped the cork before they could change their minds. "Please try our signature wine. I promise this is the best wine you'd have tasted in a while." After he had poured the wine for his guests, he continued with the story earlier. "What else would you guys like to know?" he asked.

"This wine is delicious," Larry praised after taking a sip. Still, he didn't seem like he was in a rush to question the waiter about Gordon.

"Well, of course! This wine is what our store is known for. You wouldn't be able to find another place around here that serves wine as great as this!" The waiter sounded highly proud of his workplace. Yet, deep down, he was praying that these wealthy guests would buy a few more bottles of wine from him.