A group of people watched the boss suddenly run out of the door in a hurry, and they were puzzled, and then they all followed them out.

Lao Liu stood in front of his inn, looked up at the two-story building about six meters high, muttering while using his hands to gesture.

A group of people couldn't figure out what the boss was doing, but looking at the boss's sensual appearance, the group of people were a little chilled.

The big dog even came to Men Zhaojun and whispered: "Junzi, do you think the boss will be crazy?"

Men Zhaojun was also a little scared. The boss ran out after hearing what he said just now. If the boss really has a problem, it seems that he has the responsibility...

When Bai Shi saw his father running out, he also ran out and followed Lao Liu to beg for masturbation.

The magical calf came out from somewhere, quietly approached Lao Liu and asked for help.

The sound of bells hanging around the cow's neck was still ringing not far away...

Mo Long was also a little puzzled. The scene in front of him was quite harmonious. Why did his nephew just look something was wrong?

Could it be that my nephew was really stimulated?

Suddenly, Lao Liu's voice sounded.

"My uncle, where is my cell phone?"

Mo Long shook his head, turned around and walked into the inn, and soon walked out with Lao Liu's cell phone.

After dialing a number, Lao Liu said impatiently: "Brother Jeb, no matter where you are today, you must come to the inn. I have something to do to need your help."

It seems that the boss is not crazy about gains and losses, nor does he seem to be stimulated, so the group of people became curious again.

Why did he call him Danzengjeb?

Mo Long even asked directly: "Xiao Ang, you are..."

Lao Liu directly pulled his uncle over, pointed to the store building and said, "Uncle, look at what if I set up a larger neon plaque on the top edge of the second floor? It is to set up a neon plaque between the upper edge of the window on the second floor and the four big characters."

"What are you doing?" My uncle was puzzled, "There are enough plaques on this door. If you make another one, the front of this building will be full of light box plaques. Are you planning to make this side of light box plaques?"

As Mo Long said, the inn market building faces the road. There is a huge neon plaque two meters high and more than ten meters long between the first and second floor windows. There are four largest characters "Tianlu Inn" in the middle, and there are smaller characters "Lu Cuisine, Sichuan Cuisine, Beijing Cuisine, Northeast Cuisine, Parking and Accommodation, Car Repair and Tire Repair" on both sides.

These words basically fill this huge neon plaque.

The east gable of the building is the huge light box. As for the roof, it is naturally the four large characters directly inlaid on the iron rack.

It is no exaggeration to say that from a broad perspective, such plaques, light boxes and the four big words are enough to let customers from all over the world know that there is a Tianlu Inn here.

Now my nephew actually wants to add another neon plaque. Is this necessary?

"Hehe, uncle, Junzi's words just now reminded me that I realized that the biggest advantage of our inn was not reflected on these light box plaques!"

"The biggest advantage? Isn't our inn the biggest advantage of being able to eat, stay and repair cars?"

"No. There are inns like us, there are not many on both sides of National Highway 109, right? But almost eight of the ten roadside shops have the service items of our inn. Food and accommodation are basic, and even car repair and tire repair services are not uncommon. Therefore, if our inn is on the roadside of the Qinghai-Tibet Line, it does not seem to have any impact on tourists and drivers. You have seen the situation in the past few days, and that's it."

"Junzi just said that we must highlight the characteristics of our inn, so I immediately realized that we really did not introduce our biggest characteristics to tourists and drivers."

Seeing the two of them chatting enthusiastically, several people came up, and the big dog asked silly: "Brother Ang, the biggest feature you are talking about is beauty, right? Well, you are right that you say that. There are five golden flowers in our inn. If five of them stand on the side of the road, it will be guaranteed to attract a large number of tourists, especially those old drivers..."

"Get out!" Old Liu scolded.

Naturally, the five beauties would not let this unrestrained guy go. Although this guy described them as five golden flowers, what the hell is this standing by the road to solicit guests?

The big dog was scolded and beaten by five beauties and ran away. Men Zhaojun and Xie Feng were watching from the side and laughed.

Mo Long also laughed so hard that his stomach hurt, but after he smiled, he still asked Lao Liu: "Xiao Ang, what do you want to do?"

"My uncle, I ask you, do you think the biggest problem or biggest trouble after they come to the plateau?"

"This..." Mo Long scratched his scalp, with some numb claws. Is it money? It's definitely not. Most of the tourists who can go to the plateau to travel are not short of money, otherwise they wouldn't have to go to the plateau to play. You should know that it will cost at least five or six thousand yuan per person to play. This is the kind of poor travel. It's a little extravagant, and it can't be paid for 10,000 yuan per person.

That is life and eating habits? It doesn’t seem to be. The service on the plateau is actually very good now. As long as you have money, you can enjoy almost any kind of service. This should be excluded.

What is that?

"Uncle, do you remember when you came up with me, I was worried that you would have a high rebellion. What did I give you drink in Garmu?"

As soon as he talked about this, Mo Long's eyes suddenly lit up, "Xiao Ang, are you talking about that magical potion?"

"That's right. So I'm going to ask Brother Jeb to make me another neon plaque. It's no smaller than the one below, so I put it on the window on the second floor. I'll make a few conspicuous neon characters on it - a secret recipe for ancestral retardation, specializing in treating altitude sickness, and it will take effect in a hundred seconds, and there is no charge!"

"Is this OK?" Mo Long hesitated. Although he knew altitude rebellion, he did not personally understand what it feels like to be too high. There are terrifying legends about altitude rebellion, which only exist in the legend.

When they drove up by themselves, their nephew used the "magic potion" to prevent it in advance before the altitude sickness was used. So he didn't know how uncomfortable, tormenting, and terrifying altitude sickness was.

"Okay! Sure! 100%!"

Lao Liu said three times in a row, and he was so imposing that even Mo Long was infected.

After reaching out his hand to wrap his arms around the big head of the white lion and the little calf, he rubbed it hard for a few times, Lao Liu's face showed a long-lost smile.
Chapter completed!