The Overworked Beta and the Paranoid Alpha 72

Chapter 72: Doing Things on a Whim is the Biggest Taboo

Soon, the aircraft passed through the residential area and entered the central city—also the economic and commercial center of T27.

It was extremely prosperous, with high-end office buildings and luxuriously decorated shopping malls everywhere. Countless aircraft flew in an orderly manner in the sky—this was different from Capital Star, where the management of aircraft was very strict. Aircraft were mostly used for police, fire, and medical assistance. People generally preferred to take new energy vehicles that ran on the ground, or public transportation.

On Planet T27, people preferred to use aircraft. Only some ragged people who looked to be in poor economic condition would use ground transportation, and these people also couldn’t afford energy vehicles, and more often used a very old-fashioned leg-powered bicycle as a means of transportation.

The sand-faring aircraft passed over a concert promotional billboard with a red-haired rock singer in a studded leather jacket.

The purpose of the aircraft’s trip was not to airdrop into the rock singer’s concert, but to the luxury hotel located in the very center of the city—the Sailboat Hotel.

“Whether you believe me or not, I will tell you: I fell in love with you at first sight, Mr. Wen En. You are different from the Betas and Omegas I have met. You are the most unique Beta I have ever seen,” in the aircraft’s cabin, Tara’s hand was on his chest, and he was giving a loud speech, “I am willing to let go of all moral constraints, just so you can look at me more…”

“Shut up,” Wen En was so annoyed he had a headache.

“You see, Wen En doesn’t like your petroleum-smelling, hairy uncle type at all,” Romeo, on the side, was still fanning the flames with a sarcastic tone. “Only those with daddy issues and a pica fetish would be into that.”

“What’s wrong with me? At least I have a stable job, financial freedom, and no criminal record. By the way, Wen En, did you know I also have a master’s degree from a Top 10 university?” Tara said.

“Now he knows,” Claire, on the side, shrugged.

“Why don’t you say something, sir?” Wen En stared at RV, who was scratching his ear on the side, and told him with his eyes to say a few words.

“Uh, well, that is…” RV stammered a few times, and actually thought of a way to divert the trouble, “Speaking of degrees, Mr. Tara, our Della is also a Ph.D. Della, what was your major again? Com…”

“Applied physics,” Della said immediately. “I studied applied physics.”

Of course, her major was not actually applied physics. It was just that Della didn’t dare to tell the truth.

Sure enough, after hearing the major Della had mentioned, Tara looked uninterested. “What a pity. I’m not very interested in this kind of science, which is full of numbers and formulas. My major is criminal psychology. It seems I still have more in common with Mr. Wen En.”

“It’s because you can’t learn physics at all, you stupid pig,” Romeo started cursing as soon as he heard him bring up Wen En again. “Don’t come here and embarrass yourself with a degree you got through connections!”

“You!” Tara said angrily, rolling up his sleeves to fight with Romeo again, vowing to disfigure this pretty boy.

“Great, fight, fight!” Claire quickly fanned the flames and clapped her hands in applause.

“You guys, sigh!” Wen En closed his eyes, his head hurting even more. He really wanted to give them each a slap.

At this moment, the aircraft suddenly shook violently. Everyone in the aircraft’s cabin knew what was going on. The aircraft was landing. Everyone returned to their seats and stopped shouting and arguing. Of course, Tara and Romeo still had not let go of their hatred for each other. They glared at each other, wishing their eyes could shoot lasers and kill the other.

Then there was a strong feeling of weightlessness. This feeling did not last long and then stopped. Wen En looked out the aircraft’s window and saw that they had landed in an open field. There were many landing signs on the field. This should be a landing field for aircraft. In the distance, a few staff members in blue work clothes were walking towards them.

The driver in the driver’s seat turned his head and said to Tara, “Sir, we’ve arrived at the Sailboat Hotel.”

“Time flies. So, Mr. Wen En, what have you considered?” Tara said. Just as he was about to grab Wen En’s hand again, a shoe sole suddenly flew to his face.

“Who allowed you to touch him?!” Romeo kicked Tara in the face like he was kicking a soccer ball.

“Alright, alright, don’t kick him to death,” RV quickly came out to mediate.

“Did I ask you? Get lost!” Tara was furious and started to fight with Romeo.

Just then, the hotel staff arrived. The driver who was with Tara couldn’t watch anymore and said, “Sir, the hotel staff are looking for you.”

Tara finally managed to get up from his seat. At this moment, he was no longer a gun, but more like a plucked free-range chicken, looking very pathetic. Damn it, this pretty boy is not a pushover. He actually has some fighting skills. He almost made Tara suffer a big loss.

“Hmph, I won’t bother with a pretty boy like you for now,” Tara said through gritted teeth and continued with his work. He got off the aircraft, showed his ID to the hotel staff, then pointed at RV and the others, said something, and the staff nodded with understanding.

Tara said, “It’s done. You can come down now.” After everyone on the aircraft had gotten off, Tara pointed to a hotel staff member next to him and said, “This is the manager of the Sailboat Hotel. You can ask him if you have any questions.”

RV politely shook hands with the manager. The other staff members pushed carts, took the luggage from the others’ hands, and helped move it to the rooms. The manager said, “I’ll take you to your rooms.”

RV said thank you to the manager, then turned to Tara and said, “Then that’s it for today’s handover, Mr. Tara. Thank you for your trouble.”

Tara smiled. He knew to be normal at work. Tara said, “It’s a pleasure working with you. If you have any problems, please contact me directly. I won’t see you in.”

“No problem,” RV said, breathing a sigh of relief in his heart. Finally, this big shot is gone.

Watching Tara and the driver return to the aircraft, the aircraft’s cabin door was not closed. Tara stuck half of his body out and waved goodbye to them. RV waved back at him, then said to Wen En and his group, “Let’s go to the hotel room.”

“Wait a minute,” Tara suddenly said.

A chill ran down RV’s back. What else is there? Please let me go, okay?! Just as RV was about to turn around, he heard Tara behind him say:

“Wen En, remember our date~ MUA~”

RV: …

Even without turning around, RV could guess that Tara had blown a big kiss to Wen En.

Wen En (face contorted): …

What kind of strange people are these…

He pressed down on Romeo, who was about to go berserk and duel with Tara, and said, “Alright, don’t bother with him.”

“But…” Romeo was almost furious. Which Alpha could tolerate such an insult? Anyway, Romeo couldn’t. Romeo felt that Tara should be glad he lived in a society with laws, otherwise he would have been dismembered long ago.

“After all, this is his territory,” Wen En sighed and said, “Besides, if nothing unexpected happens, we won’t see him again.”

“That’s not for sure,” RV, on the side, said.

“Anyway, I’m not seeing him,” Wen En said. “If anyone is going to see him, it’s you.”

After parting with Tara, the manager of the Sailboat Hotel led a few people into the hotel’s internal elevator. The manager pressed the button, “Honored guests, the room Mr. Tara has booked for you is the VIP presidential suite.”

“Wait, the presidential suite?” Romeo said in shock. “We… are all staying together?”

Oh my god! This is too awkward! How is he supposed to play a little game with Wen En?!

“Our presidential suite has two floors, seven rooms, and three bathrooms. Each bathroom is equipped with a bathtub,” the manager thought Romeo was worried about his personal privacy and said, “Our hotel’s soundproofing is very good, so you don’t have to worry about privacy issues at all.”

RV, on the other hand, had sensed something and was almost angered to death by Romeo. He secretly poked Wen En, signaling him to control Romeo.

“Ahem,” Wen En coughed several times to hide his embarrassment. “Thank you for your explanation, Mr. Manager.”

Romeo looked at Wen En, a look of being on the verge of tears on his face. “Don’t even think about it,” Wen En said coldly. “If you can’t control it, just cut it off.”

“Can you bear to?” Romeo was extremely wronged. This concerned the happiness of both of them for the rest of their lives.

“I can,” Wen En said coldly and ruthlessly. “If you can’t wait, I’ll help you cut it off now.”

“Then forget it,” Romeo immediately returned to a serious expression. “Wen En, I think you’re right. The mission is the most important thing.”

As they were talking, the elevator quickly stopped at the 174th floor. The elevator doors opened, and what came into view was a screen with an oil painting pattern. The screen depicted a blue sky, a blazing sun, and a vast desert like the sea. A masked person in a white robe was leading a camel, walking under the blazing sun.

“Your room has arrived,” the manager said with a smile after the other hotel staff had placed all the luggage next to the screen. “The entire 174th floor is your room. I wish you a pleasant journey on Planet T27.”

“Wow.”

Everyone walked around the screen and into the interior of this VIP presidential suite, and they all exclaimed in amazement. Even Romeo and Claire, who were used to the luxury of the rich, couldn’t help but be surprised, “This is too exaggerated.”

All the furniture in this suite was gold-plated. A gold-plated sofa, a gold-plated table, a gold-plated vase. Even the tiger-skin rug on the floor had a layer of gold powder on the tiger’s head’s teeth. It could be said that the aesthetic of the nouveau riche had been taken to the extreme.

Romeo went up to the second floor and pushed open the door of a bedroom. A bed with a gold-plated frame came into view. Next to the gold-plated bed was a golden, large swing that could fit two adults.

Romeo: “…Is there really nothing wrong with this interior designer?”

This room also had a strange feeling, as if he was being watched by someone. Romeo looked up and actually saw something interesting. On the ceiling, there was a spotless mirror, facing the gold-plated bed. Romeo’s figure, standing by the bed, was perfectly projected in the mirror.

Oh…

Romeo looked at his reflection in the mirror, then at the double swing next to the bed, and understood in a second. At the same time, an idea came to his mind.

And in the dining room on the first floor, RV, Wen En, and Della were sitting at the dining table, with their portable computers open, discussing the mission’s progress.

“Tara has already sent the mission information to my email. I’ll forward it to you now,” RV said.

“The VIP suite of the Scotch brothers is on the 175th floor, which is the floor above us,” RV said. “Della, you immediately enter the internal network of the Sailboat Hotel and closely monitor the surveillance and room service of the 176th floor. If they order any room service…”

RV looked at Wen En and said, “Wen En, you pretend to be a hotel waiter and go to check their room. By the way, put a tracker and a micro-camera.”

Wen En pointed at his own face, “Me again as a waiter?”

“It can’t be me, can it?” RV said. “After all, I’m an Alpha. Although I’m not good-looking and I’m not young, as a waiter, I’m definitely more eye-catching than a young and ordinary Beta. It would be bad if the Scotch brothers noticed something.”

“Sir, I think you’re overthinking it,” Della said with a ruthless and mocking tone. “You’re pretending to be a waiter, not an Alpha rich man attending a ball. No one will care if a waiter is a Beta or an Alpha.”

“Shh— cut the crap,” RV said. “I’m the superior. If I tell you to go, you go.”

Wen En: “Oh, oh.”

Wen En: “Wait.”

“Do you have any other questions?”

Wen En thought for a moment, looked at the stairs leading to the second floor, “Where’s Claire?”

Della said, “She seems to have just gone upstairs.”

Wen En said, “Romeo also seems to be upstairs.”

Della immediately understood what Wen En meant. “Those two aren’t up to something upstairs, are they?”

Wen En said, “Let’s go up and see.”

“Oh, and,” Wen En had just gotten up when he said to RV, “I’ll be the room service waiter, that’s fine, but you have to keep an eye on Romeo.”

“The last time I was on vacation, I looked after my wife’s younger brother’s children for three weeks,” RV said with a show-off tone. “Three boys, one eight, one twelve, and one sixteen. They went to school obediently every day and didn’t cause any trouble.”

“Oh, no, you’re underestimating Romeo,” Wen En sneered and said, “What you’re facing is a human male creature whose physical and intellectual development is at the forefront of an adult Alpha, but who has severe childhood psychological trauma, resulting in emotional fluctuations that are ten times more unstable than an ordinary teenage boy. I can only say to you, ‘Good luck.'”

Holy shit. That sounded like the reincarnation of a demon god. RV’s heart was in his throat.

“And she’s also impulsive. If you’re not careful, she’ll cause a lot of trouble for you. Do you understand? Just like the last time they set a fire at the headquarters,” Della patted RV’s shoulder and said:

“By the way, I have to watch the surveillance information, so I don’t have time to keep an eye on Claire all the time. So please help me watch her.”

“Sigh, I hope they don’t burn down this hotel,” Wen En sighed and said leisurely.

RV shivered. He suddenly remembered that the last time Romeo and Claire had caused trouble, he had scolded Wen En and Della to death… If these two idiots caused trouble again under his supervision…

“Guess what I found,” Romeo held a hotel manual he had found from the gold-plated bedside table, flipped through several pages, and showed it to Claire, “The shopping catalog of the Sailboat Hotel.”

It turned out that the first to fiftieth floors of the Sailboat Hotel were a shopping center, and the floors above the fifty-first were the luxury hotel’s residential area.

“Look, there’s Sinchi, Hermas, Roflora… in short, all the brands are here.”

“Yay~ yay~” Claire smiled and clapped, but her mouth spat out the most vicious curses, “But you idiot, our money has been frozen. Where are we going to get the money to buy Roflora?”

“We don’t have it, but they do,” Romeo pointed to the ceiling.

“You mean, the Scotch brothers?” Claire said with confusion.

“Of course it’s them,” Romeo said. “Anyway, their money is not from a proper source. If we take their money and spend it at Roflora, we’ll be boosting the performance of the hardworking counter staff. Isn’t that another form of robbing the rich to help the poor?”

“You’re right,” Claire gave a thumbs up. She felt that this logic was not quite right, but as long as she could buy Roflora, any crooked reasoning was right.

“Then how do we get the Scotch brothers’ money?” Claire said. “We can’t just take the elevator, can we? If Wen En and Della find out, they’ll skin us alive.”

Romeo thought for a moment and looked at the window of the hotel room.

“Are you crazy? This is the 174th floor,” Claire suddenly felt that she didn’t love Roflora that much after all. She still loved herself more.