Chapter 411


    The waiter was warm and weing 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 rmended were extremely pricey—the regr 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 te 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 ted 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! Themission from what they


    just ordered is already enough to pay my sry 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 peopleing over for a singing performance, huh," hemented. 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 exined. The waiter chatted with Larry as if they were old


    friends, and he was d 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 sry.


    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 ce


    around here that serves wine as great as this!" The waiter sounded highly proud of his workce. Yet,


    deep down, he was praying that these wealthy guests would buy a few more bottles of wine from him.


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    Regardless, Larry didn''t actually mean what he said. Pfft. How is this wine good? I can''t believe we


    have to pay 50,000 for this. Do they think that we''ve never tried good quality wine in our lives? He had


    to force the remaining wine down his throat before he continued speaking. "I saw many people heading


    backstage after the performance was over. Did they go to get Master Gordon''s autograph or


    something? We would like to get Master Gordon''s autograph too. Do we need to prepare anything for


    that?" Larry asked.


    "Hah! They aren''t asking for autographs at all." The waiter saw them as clueless fools at that moment.


    "All of them were trying to ask about the Apothecary''s Family whereabouts," he whispered to Larry.


    Vania frowned the moment she heard the waiter''s words. "What''s the Apothecary''s Family?" she


    inquired in the most casual tone she could manage.


    The waiter looked even more pleased with himself when he saw the curious looks on his guests'' faces.


    "You guys are obviously tourists! I can''t believe you guys haven''t heard of our legends at all," he


    eximed.