I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 876 - 641 Pig Head

Chapter 876: 641 Pig Head

A waiter, impeccable in his pristine uniform, pushed the cart along the hallway. As he encountered guests, he would pause and respectfully bow, displaying the dignified service of a five-star hotel.

After the guests had left, he continued forward.

Pushing the cart, he arrived at a door.

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."

He rang the doorbell.

The door opened.

"Come in."

Guo Anle returned to the room and continued, "Brother Song, I thought it would take some persuading, but I didn’t expect it to be so easy. I originally just wanted 100 billion, but my brother insisted on giving me 200 billion."

"It’s not bad."

Song Chaoge chuckled. "Adversity reveals true feelings. Miss He will definitely be deeply moved."

Of course.

The money wasn’t given for free; it was a loan.

What Guo Anle couldn’t figure out was why he had only planned to ask for 100 billion, but his family was quite generous, insisting on giving him an extra 100 billion.

Could it be because of their relations with the casino king?

Unable to fathom it, Guo Anle didn’t dwell on it. From a young age, he had never been keen on being too involved in such matters.

"Hopefully."

Sighing, Guo Anle said, "Brother Song, let’s eat something together?"

The waiter had already set the plates on the table.

Although he was in good shape, Guo Anle had always had the habit of eating late-night snacks. He had just come to chat with Song Chaoge, and while they talked, he got hungry.

"I’m not hungry, it’s for you."

"Please enjoy."

After serving the meal, the waiter pushed the cart out again and closed the door.

Guo Anle wasn’t put off. He walked to the table and sat down. The food was plentiful, and one of the dishes was even covered with a metal lid, suggestive of a major dish.

"There’s so much food, I can’t handle it alone. Brother Song, if you’re not eating, maybe call Geng Long over?"

As Guo Anle spoke, he reached for the covered dish.

"Don’t you have issues with him?" Song Chaoge said.

"I don’t have issues with him, it’s just..."

Guo Anle didn’t know how to explain, and at the same time, he casually lifted the lid.

A glance, and his pupils suddenly shrank, and he even involuntarily stepped back.

"...What is this?!"

It was horrifically apparent.

The large dish didn’t contain some "major dish," but a bloody pig’s head!

To be exact.

It was half a head!

Cut in the middle as if it had been slaughtered not long ago. With the lid removed, the strong stench of blood instantly spread, almost making people feel sick.

Guo Anle incredulously turned stiffly to look at Song Chaoge.

Song Chaoge had also risen from his seat by now, his face expressionless, just staring at the horrific pig’s head that could induce nightmares.

Even in a luxurious hotel with plentiful dishes, there certainly shouldn’t be this kind of "tough dish."

Thinking that if a pig’s head could be brought in, then perhaps a bomb could be as well.

Less than half an hour later.

Yu Guangrong arrived personally after receiving the message.

The bloody pig’s head was not removed and was still neatly arranged on the table.

"Mr. Yu, I really don’t know what happened. I just followed the kitchen’s instructions to deliver the meal to this room, and I didn’t touch any of the dishes."

Facing Yu Guangrong’s gaze, the waiter who delivered the meal was pale with fright, trembling.

Besides him, the kitchen, and the head of the catering department were also brought into the room, but each of them claimed they knew nothing, unsure where exactly the problem had occurred.

"A pig’s head this big, could it have flown into the plate by itself?"

Geng Long’s words sounded comical, but no one on the scene could laugh.

"Mr. Song, Young Master Guo, I am truly sorry."

Yu Guangrong, with a solemn expression, immediately ordered his subordinates after the necessary apologies, "Check the surveillance immediately."

It was evident.

He realized the severity of the issue.

If something unexpected happened to the two at Xinghao, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Guo Anle had long lost his appetite; standing farther away with a ghastly expression, the psychological shadow this time might not fade away for a long time.

Song Chaoge did not speak, as if waiting for the results.

After utilizing all the manpower available, the entire process was checked again. Through frame-by-frame scrutiny of the surveillance, still no abnormalities were discovered.

This dish came straight from the kitchen. According to the chef from France, under the lid should have been a dish of Steak-tartare, which is chopped raw beef seasoned with salt, pepper sauce, and sometimes topped with a raw egg, resembling a steak.

Although both were raw meat, it was definitely not a raw pig’s head.

Not only was the surveillance checked, but Yu Guangrong took this matter extremely seriously and even pulled up the background of the relevant personnel. Yet, no grounds for suspicion were found.

From the time the meal was prepared to when the waiter delivered it to this room, the entire process took about ten minutes. However, a large group of people busily searched for nearly an hour, and ultimately, nothing was found.

The room was terrifyingly quiet.

"Mr. Yu, I think there might be a possibility."

The head of the dining department, also a key figure, ignoring the sweat on his forehead, cautiously suggested, "Could it be that our surveillance was tampered with?"

This was no simple job mishap.

Without an explanation, the consequences might be more severe than just losing a job.

"What do you mean?"

Yu Guangrong looked on with a grim expression.

"If it’s the work of a skilled hacker, they have the means to invade our system and alter the surveillance footage. Maybe that’s why we can’t find any leads."

"Are you saying it’s the security department’s fault?"

The dining manager quickly bowed his head, "Mr. Yu, I absolutely do not mean to shirk responsibility. I just want to clarify the facts as soon as possible."

"Everyone has worked hard. It might just be a prank."

Song Chaoge, who had been silent, finally spoke, "It’s getting late, let’s go back."

A prank?

Such a mysteriously appearing terrifying pig’s head could be called a prank?

Truly magnanimous.

"Mr. Song, then we won’t disturb your rest."

Yu Guangrong also realized that persisting was futile, seized the offered way out, and temporarily led his people to leave.

Of course,

they didn’t forget to take the bloody pig’s head with them.

"Brother Song, who would be so bold?"

Guo Anle’s brow furrowed; even with the windows open, the unpleasant stench lingered.

Song Chaoge didn’t respond, "You should go back too."

Guo Anle hesitated to speak and finally did not say more.

He could understand the other’s mood at this time.

"Well, I’ll leave first, Brother Song. Get some rest early."

Guo Anle walked out.

"You can go too."

"Young Master Song, I’ll stay by the door."

"It’s just a prank."

Song Chaoge repeated, expressionless, neither joyful nor angry.

Geng Long fell silent, then turned and left.

After everyone was gone, Song Chaoge, who had never experienced such humiliation, raised his hand and removed his glasses.

"Crack."

The understated yet expensive frame was directly snapped in two.