You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

　　 Only what happened just now hit Houston hard.

　　Before Mo Mengchen took out the gold card, they were like those homeless people who clearly could create wealth with their hands in the eyes of waiters, but had to stretch out their hands to beg for food.

　　 Emmanuelle Royal Hotel is divided into two levels, one is the ordinary level for civilians, and the other is a high level to receive state leaders and leaders from all walks of life.

　　 Advanced level will add the word Royal.

　　Mo Mengchen and Houston are both masters with an annual salary of one million. If they really want to live here, it is not impossible, but it is too expensive. For them, it is not necessary.

　　 Houston believes that even if he shows on the spot that he has enough financial resources to stay, they will still be despised by the waiter.

　　 "Oh, there are two more lowly upstarts."

　　 They must think so.

　　 In such a place, they have seen too many big men, they are just two NBA players, so what is it?

　　 is not at the level of Jordan, Bird, and Magician, who cares?

　　 "Mo, that card..." Houston cares.

　　 "You said this?" Mo Mengchen took out the card that made them change from a tramp into a first-class VIP.

　　 "Yes!" Houston nodded vigorously, "Where are you from?"

　　Mo Mengchen threw the card on the table like throwing away garbage: "A gift from the patient."

　　 "Patient?"

　　 "Yes, that person seems to be the younger brother of the person in charge of Emmanuelle Hotel. He needs an operation, and there is only a 50% chance. I don't want to do it because it is more troublesome." Mo Mengchen said.

　　 Houston listened carefully.

　　 "Later I agreed, so he agreed to a condition for me."

　　 "Gold Card?"

　　Mo Mengchen's expression made Houston realize that he said something stupid.

　　What is a gold card?

　　If he is Mo Mengchen, he will only ask for more.

　　 "A promise, but it has not been fulfilled. The most important thing is that I have completed the operation. Because I have this ability, I also know that they must be me. They only believe in me."

　　Mo Mengchen said lightly.

　　 "They believe me, not because I am the best doctor at St. Lucifer Hospital, nor because of my resume at the Mayo Center, just because I never failed on the operating table, and I am me."

I am who I am.

　　 Houston silently uttered this sentence in his heart.

　　What do you want to tell me, rookie?

　　 Mo Mengchen just said something implicitly, he wouldn't break it. If Houston is really a market-conscious person, and he has a long-term plan for himself, it wouldn't surprise him what decision he makes.

In all fairness, he hopes Houston can stay.

　　 As a traverser, he has the foresight to be true, but it also takes time.

　　He is just the team's starter now. He needs to slowly infiltrate his hands and feet into the management. By then, he can build the team according to his ideas.

　　 Until then, Houston's combat power was extremely precious.

　　 Especially now that he lacks immediate combat power, Hill and Houston, one can not be less.

　　 "You really stink!" Houston suddenly smiled.

　　 "Go have a meal, I'm hungry." Mo Mengchen put down his luggage.

　　 "Wait, you give me the room card first, I want to see what my room looks like!" Houston has never stayed in such a good hotel in his life.

　　 He asked for the room card from Mo Mengchen's hand and went to the next door to open the door.

　　...

　　 "Why don't we eat in the hotel?"

　　Houston thinks such a good hotel, the restaurant must be the world's top.

　　Mo Mengchen doesn't look at it that way. The more regulated the place, the rougher the product is, even if it looks very fine, it is actually a junk food that is not on the countertop, dirty and tastes ordinary.

　　Mo Mengchen's expression was his answer.

　　What should I say about this expression? If Houston has seen Wu Xiong's expression pack, he will be able to recognize it. Mo Mengchen is not much like the expression and that.

　　 "Dor.Mo?"

　　 "It's Dor.Mo!"

　　 "It's a pity, if only we could choose him."

　　Houston once again worried.

　　Walking on the street, Mo Mengchen is often recognized, but no passerby has ever recognized him as Alan Houston.

　　What the **** is this? I am the second man of the Pistons!

　　 "Why do they all know you?" Houston asked.

　　 "I almost joined the Spurs, probably because of this." Mo Mengchen said.

　　Houston felt that the whole day was not going well. He began to regret coming to the Holy City. Isn’t it good to stay at home for a holiday? Then join in the excitement!

　　 Well now, the media does not bird him, the fans do not recognize him, if not rely on that **** gold card, even the **** hotel attendant will despise him.

　　Why am I suffering?

"Arrived."

　　Mo Mengchen found the store he was looking for.

　　 The last time he came to San Antonio, he scammed the Spurs one-on-one trial because he had already received the Pistons’ commitment and he didn’t want to join the Spurs.

　　 came, but didn't touch the Spurs.

　　He also found a fine restaurant here, that is, the food sold in it is some high-calorie food, and most people can't digest it.

This seems to be the label of the Holy City. It is high in calories and high in fat. Without systematic exercise, most people can’t digest the calories they ingest. It’s no wonder that Buckley, a fat man, can’t help vomiting Holy City Fat. Walking around, the fat girls are like dogs.

　　Houston ordered an oversized steak with Turkish roasted sauce. This dish is the signature dish of this place, and it is the favorite of dead fat people.

　　 is full, and the absolute happiness is overwhelming after eating.

　　 "Damn, I want to apply for a deal to the Spurs!" Houston said while eating, "I want to eat this every day!"

　　 "Yes, you eat this every day, you can replace David Robinson as a center in less than half a year." Mo Mengchen said lightly.

　　 "You are too exaggerated, I am very diligent in training!" Houston said while eating.

　　Mo Mengchen was too lazy to argue with him.

　　 He also ordered a steak, but he wasn't gobbling up like Houston.

　　He was very patient, picked up his own knife and fork, and cut the steak into a dozen pieces.

　　 Watching him cut the steak as carefully as he was doing art, Houston inexplicably felt that his grades were much lower.

　　Look, this is how elegant people eat.

　　 "What's wrong with you?" Despite the itching in his heart, Houston didn't learn to imitate.

　　 "It's just a habit, this should be the 2nd/12th rib of the steak, it's well baked." Mo Mengchen said lightly.

　　Why does this even pretend to eat steak? With him, Houston was exhausted, because he looked like a dumpling from the country.

　　Why didn't you feel this way around Hill? In terms of origin, Hill's origin is more honorable. This product is an Asian from Australia. Where is such a high force?

　　 "Well, I'll change the way."

　　Houston decided to learn from Mo Mengchen and cut the steak into many pieces.

　　 Something went wrong during this process. He cut a piece of beef tendon, which is the most annoying thing for all steak lovers, because no matter how much it is cooked, the beef tendon is difficult to cut.

"Do you need help?"

　　Cut beef tendon is not difficult for Mo Mengchen.

　　 "I can do it myself!" Houston gritted his teeth.

　　Looking to cut his beef tendons, he has to exert his strength to feed on milk. Mo Mengchen is really worried that the freighter will slip and the knife will fly out and pierce a poor man.

　　He was thinking so, and an accident happened.

　　 The knife did slip away, but it didn't hurt the innocent. It was probably to accuse Houston of this waste material that would not even make the knife. The blade of the knife stroked gently on the back of his hand.

　　 Soon, blood overflowed.

　　Mo Mengchen quickly took out a sterile cloth to wrap Houston's hand: "You are the biggest idiot ever!"

　　 "It hurts~~~!!!"

　　Houston wailed, Mo Mengchen sent him to the hospital, unfortunately, there are many patients today, he went to register a number, he had to call through the nurse at the desk to reach him.

　　Houston's hands were wrapped in white cloth, and pain continued to spread.

　　 "Too **** hate that **** steak! I want to complain to that shop!" Houston said angrily.

　　 "What do you complain about? Complaining that they didn't consider that you NBA player can't even cut beef tendons?" Mo Mengchen asked sarcastically.

　　 Houston was furious: "That broken knife is too blunt! I suspect the knife is rusty!"

　　 Well, it's rusty. Will your hand scratched by innocent people feel distressed when I hear you?

　　 "Matthew Grant!"

Shouted the nurse at the desk.

　　 "NO! I came earlier than him!" Houston exasperated, UU reading www.uukanshu.com "I bleed! Did you see? I bleed!"

　　 "Maybe people's situation is more serious." Mo Mengchen said.

　　Houston is irrational: "But I bleed, he doesn't!"

　　Cang Wang just complained, and the man named Matthew Grant suddenly fell to the hospital.

　　 "No, he has a heart attack!"

　　 nurse shouted.

　　 "He is in front of you for a reason." Mo Mengchen said to Houston.

"Humph!"

　　Houston stood up and said, "I don't care! I will see a doctor now!"

　　Finally, he came to the service desk angrily; "When will I arrive?"

　　 "I will call you when it's your turn." The nurse didn't even look at him.

　　Houston is anxious: "Can you tell me how many people are in front of me? My name is Alan Houston, the one playing NBA!"

　　 "I will call you when it's your turn." The other party still didn't take a straight look at him.

　　 Houston jumped: "How do I know when it's my turn?"

　　 The other party finally raised his eyes and said impatiently: "It will call you when it is your turn!"

　　Houston's face flushed with anger.

"Fuck!"

　　Houston burst out loud and turned directly.

　　 "I will call you when it's your turn." Finally, someone reminded me even if she was impatient with Houston.

　　Houston felt the world was terrible.

　　 Sometimes, the urge to destroy the world is born at this moment.

　　Some people will take action, and some people will dismiss this idea at the moment of birth.

　　Life will continue.