Hotel sentence
Old Peck is a famous tycoon in the town. He has a baby son named Little Peck, who has been indulged in arrogance and defiance since he was a child.

Old Peck is a famous tycoon in the town. He has a baby son named Little Peck, who has been indulged in arrogance and defiance since he was a child. On this day, little Peck drove under the influence of alcohol and broke a motorcycle. Not only did he not apologize to the owner of the motorcycle, Lars, but he tyrannically beat the other party's eyes swollen.
According to local law, little Peck should be detained for fifteen days. After his father, old Peck, heard about it, he quickly found the police chief to plead: If the police chief can keep little Peck out of the detention center, he is willing to pay more fines, compensate the victim Lars more, and even donate a sum of money to the poor in the town; But if the police chief is not accommodating, then he will give all the money to the lawyer and delay the punishment indefinitely with endless lawsuits...
The police chief thought for a while, sighed, and said, "If my accommodation can be exchanged for your conscience, I have no reason not to agree to you. Your precious son's sentence will be executed outside prison, you see me letting him live in How about the best hotel in town? But let's just say, in addition to fulfilling your promise, you must also pay for everything your son spends in the hotel!"
Old Peck rolled his eyes and said, "Of course, but I have to look at my son's daily recipes in person. If he's addicted to alcohol, you have to let him drink, and you have to match him with the town. The best waiter, let him live in the most exclusive room... In short, everything has to be the best."
The police chief nodded in agreement. The next day, Peck Jr. checked into the presidential suite of the only five-star hotel in town, and Peck Sr. credited $100,000 into the hotel's account.
The service of the five-star hotel was really good. Every meal was made with top-notch dishes in different patterns, but a strange thing happened: every time the meal was delivered, it was returned almost intact. Within two days, little Peck sent word that he only wanted instant noodles and bottled mineral water, and nothing else!
Hearing this news, old Peck also wondered: When did his son become so frugal? But he has always let his son go, so he didn't care much.
In this way, for more than ten days, little Peck only wanted mineral water and instant noodles every day. On the day when his sentence ended, old Peck went to pick up his son. When he saw little Peck, he couldn't help but be stunned. I saw that little Peck's hair was messy, like boiled instant noodles; his body was wobbly, like a puddle of mud. As soon as he left the door of the room, he hugged his father and shouted loudly, "Dad, I'm going to have a big meal, I'm starving to death!"
Old Peck was confused and asked, "Son, in the beginning, we brought you a big meal every day. It was you who asked us to send instant noodles and mineral water!"
Little Peck shook his head and said in frustration, "I don't dare to eat the big meal you sent me. I'm afraid there will be dust, saliva, and chronic poison in it!"
Old Peck said angrily, "Don't talk nonsense! This is a five-star hotel, how can there be those things?"
Little Peck said with a bitter face, "Just go and see the waiter who brought me meals."
Old Peck shouted angrily: "Who is the waiter who brought my son meals? Stand up for me! Let me see how disgusting you look!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the police chief pulled a young man with dark eyes over, smiled and said, "It's him! The victim of this accident - Lars!"
When old Peck saw it, he immediately became furious and yelled at the police chief: "What the hell are you doing? Why did you arrange this guy to serve my son?"
The police chief smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Peck, I guarantee in my own name that he never manipulated your son's meals! This is exactly according to your request!"
Old Peck was stunned for a moment and said in surprise, "What? My request?"
The police chief nodded and said with a half-smile, "Because in our town, the highest-ranking and best-serving hotel waiter is Lars!"
About the Creator
Emily
Enjoy solitude and like to write quietly alone.



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