Chapter 1156 New Prison Old Sailor Hotel Transformation

Alvin finished enjoying his coffee, said hello to the prison warden Alfred, and walked towards the cliff of the prison.

The "prison" without Pluto seemed particularly comfortable.

Alvin suddenly felt that it actually made sense to threaten these gangsters.

Let them stop being so unscrupulous and stop tempting themselves to do bad things.

What is there to see in the nightclub?

A large group of people came with handfuls of two-yuan bills to top up the money.

As a new rich man, how could he join in the excitement of just 2 yuan with them?

Alvin walked onto the prison golf course, accompanied by Alfred.

The artificially planted turf on the 9-hole golf course is slightly hard and does not feel soft.

Looking back at Alfred, who seemed to be always smiling, Alvin said with a smile: "We should turn this place into a vegetable patch.

From now on, bastards like Pluto will have to be self-sufficient as long as they are locked up.

You bastard, you live a richer life than a rich man!

These bastards don't even know how many clubs there are in a set, how can they pretend to be elites? "

Alfred smiled and shook his head after hearing this, and said while walking with Alvin: "This statement is not accurate enough.

After all, no one is born to play golf, not even the elite!

Hobbies, social needs, and most importantly not being bugged on the golf course are the reasons why golf is so popular.

If wealth and ability are the criteria for judging whether a person is an elite, then the gentlemen who have been gathering here recently definitely deserve the title of elite. "

Alvin looked back at Alfred and said with a smile: "Pluto is not here, you can't flatter him..."

Alfred smiled and shook his head and said, "I'm just stating a fact!

Take off Mr. Pluto's gangster hat, and he is a pharmaceutical industry boss with a lot of personality. "

Alvin didn't know why Alfred, a handsome old man, had a crush on a bastard like Pluto, but it had nothing to do with him...

When we reached the edge of the golf course, there was a cliff.

Alvin leaned slightly sideways and leaned against the smooth marble fence, looking at several large battleships staying on the sea under the cliff...

Looking at the four complete old-fashioned battleships, Alvin said in disbelief: "Where did Alexei get the battleships?

They look actually in pretty good condition!

Isn’t it a waste to change this thing into a maritime prison? "

Alfred smiled after hearing this and said: "They are all retired American warships. I saw them on the news when I was young...

It is said that the price is not high, after all, Mr. Alexei doesn’t want them, they are just scrap metal.

Now they are ready for the first inmates to move in. "

Alvin looked back at the luxurious hotel prison behind him and compared it with the slightly old-looking battleships on the sea. He shook his head in a funny way and said: "Capitalist society is really fucked!

I, a good person, always feel that I am out of tune with you! "

After speaking, Alvin thought for a moment and said, “Where is the prison guard?

Where are the prison guards on those ships recruited from?

From now on, all the people detained here will be mutants..."

Alfred smiled reservedly after hearing this and said: "I am in charge of the recruitment of prison guards, and they are all retired navy.

From now on, they will be responsible for maintaining the prisoners in the prison.

The four battleships will allocate cells according to the danger level of mutants, and there are some relatively tough measures to effectively manage mutants. "

As Alfred looked at Alvin with a strange expression, he glanced at the battleship on the sea and said with a smile: "The only problem with those prison guards may be that they are older.

But it doesn't matter, compared to those powerful mutants, age makes no difference to them.

If they were just ordinary mutants, these veterans would definitely be able to handle them. "

Alvin recognized Alfred's logic. Although he didn't know what modifications had been made inside the battleship, he believed that Alexei, the Russian guy, was reliable in this regard.

Coupled with the fact that there is an aquatic superman from the moon Attilan in the sea, there should be no problem in guarding the prisoners in the future.

But aren’t you, a so-called veteran, a bit too “old”?

Alvin leaned on the marble fence, waved to a few veterans who were cleaning the deck, and called, "Hey, how are you doing?"

Several old sailors with white hair and age spots followed the voice and looked up at Alvin on the cliff. They took off their hats and waved at Alvin...

Alvin looked at the old men who had lost their hair. He looked at Alfred in disbelief and said, "Are these veterans a little too old?

They look older than these ships!

Your recruitment criteria are over 60 years old?

These old guys look like they are 80 years old! "

Alfred smiled and shook his head and said: "They are not that old, the average age is only 65 years old.

It's just that he looks a little old after living at sea for many years.

Normal prison guards are all retired sailors around 50 years old and in good mental health.

But there are a few of these old guys on every ship.

They are all sailors who have served on these warships.

But now they are captain, first mate, chief engineer...

Ordinary people can’t drive these big ships..."

Alvin nodded in understanding and stopped dictating Alfred's recruitment philosophy.

The cheerful looks of those clichéd old men just now are actually very touching!

And when it comes to being a mutant guard, being young and strong is not necessarily an advantage.

Alvin waved to the old guys on the ship and shouted: "Guys, come to the island tonight, I'll buy you a drink..."

After receiving the cheerful reply, Alvin thought for a while, looked at Alfred and said: "This is good, but you still have to be careful about safety issues.

I went back to hell again, and everyone said that hellhounds are great at guarding the gates, and I guess they should be good at guarding the prisons as well.

Then put a hellhound on every ship..."

Alfred didn't appear too surprised when he heard "Cerberus".

The specialties from hell that Alvin brought back were all handed over to him. Compared to those magical or terrifying things, a few big hell dogs are really nothing!

"Then do as you say, but it's best to hurry up. I heard the news that the first batch of mutant prisoners will be sent soon.

They are all petty criminal mutants. I am only going to open the No. 4 battleship. Those prison guards also need to be familiar with our rules and regulations. "

As he spoke, Alfred adjusted his suit in an elegant manner, and said with a smile: "I seem to have found a little fun here. In fact, the butler training of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel can be put on this island.

After all, the guests here must be the most difficult group of people to serve!

Letting them learn to enjoy life is a test for our stewardship profession. "

After hearing this, Alvin squinted at this old man who was mocking him for not enjoying life, and said a little unhappy: "Then if I ask you for a training fee, you won't refuse, right?"

Alfred nodded with a smile and said matter-of-factly: “Of course, this is what it should be!

The Waldorf Astoria attorneys prepared a contract that will serve as the hotel's training arm for as long as you wish.

In return for providing the venue, the Waldorf Astoria Hotel is willing to pay 15% of the shares. "

Alvin smiled and shook his head after hearing this. Ever since he got involved with the Waldorf Astoria Hotel, they have been desperately leaning on him.

This approach is normal for gangsters in Hell's Kitchen, but it's a bit bizarre for a serious hotel.

Looking at Alfred, who seemed to be always smiling, Alvin smiled and said: "Why do I always think you want to give me money?

Does this have any special significance for your hotel? "

Alfred was silent for a moment and said: "The board of directors of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel once asked me for advice.

They wanted to know if it was possible for the hotel to make some changes.

The competition in the hotel industry is very fierce now, and special measures must be taken to expand the scale.

The Waldorf Astoria Hotel is impeccable in terms of service, but service alone is not enough. "

As he spoke, Alfred looked at Alvin and said with a smile: "You are an opportunity for them...

I once visited the Continental Hotel, and you must have heard of this hotel.

They are in the killer business, unlike us, we are not prepared to do anything illegal.

We would rather develop the Waldorf Astoria into a high-end Witcher hotel.

The influence and curiosity derived from the emerging industry of witchers will greatly change the image of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel. "

Alvin doesn't quite understand the thoughts of this group of businessmen. What benefit can developing a group of rude Witcher Hotel members bring to a high-end hotel like them?

Is it really necessary to abandon one's traditional customers to develop emerging markets?

Alfred saw what Alvin was thinking, and he said with a smile: "The Waldorf Astoria Hotel is still the Waldorf Astoria, but we want to find a way out for those branches around the world that are not profitable.

A hotel with a new business concept is indeed a bit risky, but it is much better than being eliminated by the market in the end.

We conducted a survey with a specialized consulting company, and 80% of the respondents were willing to experience this kind of hotel.

Coupled with the fact that we can provide some professional equipment supplies, it is very easy to make profits. "

Alvin didn't know what to say.

Is this hotel exciting? Exciting indeed!

As long as you nod your head, those bitter demon hunters can find a foothold in major cities.

If I were to be more generous, I would also open bounty collection points in those hotels.

Those witchers who make money but don't know how to spend it might just own the hotel.

Of course, they are not the main consumers of the hotel, but they themselves and the demon corpses that appear in the hotel from time to time are fatally attractive to those young people who love excitement.

Those hotels are not the Witcher Bar in Hell's Kitchen. Many people in New York know where the Witcher Bar is, but they just don't dare to go...

Moreover, Alfred's so-called professional demon hunting tools are also a big improvement. How could a demon hunter refuse excellent demon hunting tools?

One hotel actually started to consider working as an arms dealer!

What kind of world is this?