My Plot Hole System - Chapter 8

Long Tian went into the restaurant and found the lady at the reception.

“Excuse me, I’m here to apply for a job.” He said.

“Oh! sure, you will get 500RMB per hour but your etiquette and communication skills must be top notch, any small mistake and you’re fired right away. If you agree, the waiter costume is there, you certainly have the looks, so this job won’t be hard for you.”

The lady at the desk got out of her daze and said with an ambient smile.

Long Tian gave a wry smile and explained.

“Aah that.. I’m actually here to work as a chef.”

“But, our chefs are not taking in apprentices for now.” The lady said again.

Long Tian helplessly shook his head and said.

“Not an apprentice, a real authentic chef.”

The Lady was taken aback, she was about to refute him when suddenly a thought flashed past her mind.

‘What if, this young man in front of me is the son of some prestigious family who learnt cooking from a very young age just like in those TV series. His dress is decent, his looks are on point, maybe he ran away from home to escape a forced marriage?’

If Long Tian knew what she was thinking, he would either kill her or kill himself in madness.

“Okay, you wait here, I will call the manager.”

The Lady went to the Manager, who was the highest authority in the Pavilion and told him her assumptions.

Soon a thin bald man in a suit came along with the lady, this fellow was the manager. He introduced himself and then said that he’d give Long Tian a job. The more that the manger saw Long Tian, the more he was sure that the lady’s guess was right.

I mean he was really tall and had a very pleasing face and good physique. He gave him the Chef’s uniform and said that the salary was 10,000RMB per day, and bonuses will be given based on performance.

Long Tian was shocked, ‘Poverty limited my imagination. Truly a luxurious restaurant, Such high pay for one night, my parents make 30,000RMB a month. I can make that in 3 days.’ he thought.

Education was costly, even more so when it’s those Prestigious Universities, for a four year course it costs you nearly 200,000RMB a year. So that makes 800,000RMB for four years in total. Although most students will get internships in their second year and pay their fee with some financial aid.

But Long Tian is lazy. He doesn’t want to, he’d rather move to country side and start farming than stay a minute in that toxic corporate environment filled with office politics.

The was pretty sure that his marks would get him scholarship and he’d just have to pay half as much money. But, earning more money is always good.

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On the highest floor of Fragrant Pavilion, a place for only the very elite of the society, on a grandiose table sat three people. Two men and one woman.

The woman was about the same age as Long Tian. She had big watery eyes, pouty lips, sleek eyebrows, delicate nose, crane like legs, Hyperbolic waist, hourglass figure and a bountiful bosom. The epitome of beauty.

Her eyes showed a hint of authority and pride. The man sitting next to her was really handsome, radiating with the same sense of arrogance. He was at least 21 years old, one look and you can tell that the man and woman sitting next to each other were siblings.

In front of them sat a Caucasian man, his face was chiselled and had white hair and beard with a complementary regal moustache, he also had an old fashioned hat on. The aura exuded by the two siblings were completely nullified by this mans own. The two siblings couldn’t help but feel supressed.

He showed a smile and said in a very British accent, “I won’t order anything extravagant, just some classic Fish ‘n’ Chips will do.”

He gave off a very gentleman like vibe.

The siblings were finding it very hard to understand his accent, the English Gentleman too was finding it very hard to understand the English spoken by the Country Z natives.

But after understanding what he had ordered, the siblings’ pupils shrank. Yet, they put on a very accepting face and called the manager.

The Manager, who just gave Long Tian the uniform rushed over to them. He greeted the siblings with utmost respect.

“Young Master Feng and Young Madam Feng, please tell me your order.”

“This Gentleman, Mr. Statham here wants some Classic Fish ‘n’ Chips, we’ll take the same. Make it quick.”

The Manager’s heart shuddered, This was Country Z, how can his restaurant have someone who can make authentic Great Britain food? That’s Country B cuisine. He had no one in his restaurant who can cook those dishes. The siblings clearly knew that, but he was helpless. His job was on line here.

“I will order the chefs to make it as soon as possible.” With those words, he came back down with a gloomy face.