Chapter 998

Michael looked at McGonagall's clear eyes, pondered for a while, and said: "recently, the city Lord's government has been tight. A picture can only take out 250 copper coins at most. Boss McGonagall, do you think you can accommodate it?"

"That's settled." MEG nodded.

"Ah, Hello!!! Host, I haven't agreed yet! 250 coppers? Isn't it 500 coppers? Why half of it??? It's not your money. You don't care about it at all The roar of the system rang out in Meg's mind.

"System, I'm connecting you to an outsourcing part-time job. Have you ever seen a boss who is so generous and doesn't earn a cent to find a part-time job for his employees? What's more, the money is made in batches. When you turn on the printer and print photos, the money will go into your pocket. It's not much easier than farming. " McGonagall said calmly.

"In that case, it seems that's the truth, huh?" The system ponders.

"Don't be too moved. I'll introduce it to you in the future." Meg said with a smile.

"Boss Mai, I don't know how to thank you for your contribution to the city of chaos." Michael looked at McGonagall with some emotion. For a top chef like McGonagall, the money he can earn from cooking Yangzhou fried rice is far more than painting a picture, and obviously it takes much less time.

"Why don't the Lord of the city apply for a membership card with me?" MEG smilingly took out a small book and a gold card.

After successfully promoting a membership card and gaining a class 10 Knight member, McGonagall smilingly sends Michael away and lies back on the couch, comfortable in the sun.

Originally, Michael intended to send the children one by one to Maimi's restaurant and ask MEG to ask for the information one by one and then paint, but this proposal was rejected by MEG.

McGonagall asked the system to print a stack of questionnaires and list all the questions that need to be asked above. The staff of the city Lord's mansion asked, collected a hair of the inquired, and then handed it to the Maimi restaurant. Then the system can draw the map independently, saving him a lot of trouble.

Of course, there is another reason that McGonagall is not willing to face the children. He has no way to do more for them, but when he sees them, he can't help but want to do something.

It's been a few days since VIP members were launched. On McGonagall's little book, there are six top ten, 24 top nine, 62 top eight and 120 top seven.

Although it's just a promise with little binding force, such a large number of strong people have been enough to make Maimi restaurant have a secure foothold in Nolan.

"Ding! The consumption point of the host has reached 336.52 million, and the host can directly upgrade the restaurant from lv4 to LV7! After this upgrade, the restaurant defense level will reach level 7, and will be equipped with S-class air defense missiles, which can attack level 7 flying targets! In addition, the host will also get a chance to transform the restaurant for free, including opening the second floor space and setting up independent boxes The sound of the system suddenly rang out.

"And this good thing?" McGonagall was slightly stunned. The sudden welfare of the system really surprised him.

It's true that the promotion of the restaurant's level is out of touch with his strength. However, spending 300 million on physical fitness points in the past two days is also a successful way to upgrade the restaurant's defense level to level 7, which is not a waste.

"System, which S-class air defense missile did you copy? Patriot or red flag? " McGonagall asked with interest.

"Nonsense! Can we call it copying to build weapons? I'm learning from it! The most powerful air defense missile on the ground developed by us can produce the power of terror equivalent in a very small space, so as to achieve the effect of killing our opponents. " The system is serious.

"Level s can kill level 7 targets. What about level SS and SSS? Have you made it out yet? " McGonagall continued, not losing interest.

"Buddha said," you can't say it. " The system answers calmly, no more words.

McGonagall picked his eyebrows, so he didn't ask any more questions. As for the chance of upgrading, McGonagall thought for a while, but chose not to use it for the time being. The restaurant has just been renovated recently, and frequent renovation seems a bit pompous, which doesn't conform to his style.

Moreover, if the number of boxes is increased, more waiters will be needed, and some service processes will have to be changed again, which he does not want to see.

"Boss, I've brought Miss Elizabeth. She wants to be a waiter in our restaurant." MEG was about to fall asleep with his eyes closed, and abelmia's voice rang in his ear.

MEG opened his eyes, reached out to block the sun, and saw Elizabeth standing next to abelmia.

Her face has basically returned to normal, but the breath in her body is still a little disordered. Obviously, it will take some time for her to fully recover.

Thinking of the dress he cut that day, McGonagall's eyes flashed a strange color. Although his purpose was really pure, it was inevitable that when he saw Elizabeth again, he was still a little strange and felt that he had done something shameful.

"Is it because they have been so pure lately?" McGonagall raised his eyebrow. He was not a pure little suckling dog. He was upset because he had cut a skirt. He was even more pure in those years.

Of course, what surprised him even more was that Elizabeth was willing to work as a waiter in the McMillan restaurant? A proud eight level dragon?

It was a bit unexpected, and he was impressed by abelmia's ability to cheat.

Elizabeth looked at MEG calmly. These eyes made her feel familiar.

The first time I met him was at the gate of the city of chaos, because Amy noticed this human being she regarded as a mole ant. I didn't expect that he could make so many delicious food that people covet.

But now look at him, give her a little different feeling, although he is still just an ordinary human, but let her have a kind of feeling can not be ignored.

And this look, always feel where I have seen, not like when I was in a restaurant.

"Hello, Miss Elizabeth." MEG stood up, smiling and holding out his right hand to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth looked at McGonagall's hand, hesitated for a moment, touched it with a finger, then quickly took it back, nodded slightly and said, "hello."

McGonagall took a look at his hand. It was his first experience of shaking hands, but he didn't tangle with it. He withdrew his hand and said with a smile, "I'm very glad you're willing to work in the McMillan restaurant, but before that, I need to do some simple tests for you."