The next morning, the sun rose in the east.
Cen Hao, who had been busy for half the night yesterday, seemed to be tireless. He still got up from the bed unshakably, washed himself briefly and went out to practice.
But this time he went much longer than before. He usually came back at eight o'clock at the latest, but this time he didn't return to the hotel until nine o'clock.
"Click!"
Opening the lock and walking into the room, Cen Hao, with a heavy face, threw the breakfast he had brought back on the coffee table in the living room of the suite, then turned and walked into the bedroom.
Seeing Chu Heng lying on the bed with his back stretched out, sleeping extremely soundly, his expression was more peaceful than when his grandfather died.
Looking at that impeccably handsome face, Cen Hao felt that his grandson was disgusting, so he got angry and threw a black phone book on his face.
“Pa!”
A crisp sound.
Chu Heng opened his eyes blankly, feeling his face hurt.
Cen Hao turned around and entered the bathroom as if nothing happened.
"Fuck! Just say it if you want to die!"
Chu Heng cursed and turned over, picked up the book that fell on the pillow and looked at it, a smile appeared on his face again, She closed her eyes happily and continued to dream.
At the same time.
The newspapers, large and small, on Hong Kong Island received calls at different times from an enthusiastic citizen with a somewhat foul-sounding tone, breaking the news that the Mandarin Hotel was haunted last night.
Oops!
This group of people immediately became excited. As the former tallest building in Hong Kong Island, the Mandarin Hotel is very famous, and the people are also very happy to hear about supernatural events.
Two plus one, this is absolutely big news!
As a result, the reporters from the newspapers rushed out like flies in the excrement water, holding long guns and short cannons, and began to understand the truth and falsehood of the incident through various relationships.
……
Mandarin Hotel.
Starting from breakfast time, the story that the hotel was haunted last night spread among the guests.
Not long after, this hotel ushered in a wave of check-outs, and guests hurriedly fled the place with their luggage.
“This is your money, please keep it.”
“Welcome next time, Mr. Zhang!”
Lobby front desk.
The young lady at the front desk looked at the guests hurriedly leaving the hotel with a forced smile, looked down at the registration form, and said with a wry smile: "There are only three rooms left with guests who have not checked out, and Several of the guests who had made reservations called to say they couldn’t come.”
“Hey!”
Everyone around them lamented.
In the corner, a pretty girl was trying her best to persuade a colleague with whom she usually got along well.
"Don't be in such a hurry to resign. Didn't you say that Master You will start a forum tonight?"
"So what if you catch a ghost? Look at the ghostly appearance of the hotel now. I don't know how long it will take to recover. Oh, okay, I won’t tell you anymore, I have to go to the Hilton for an interview later.”
I had already found my next colleague and left quickly, and soon arrived at the lobby manager’s office. , placing the resignation in front of him.
“Don’t forget me when you get rich in the future.”
The lobby manager didn’t embarrass her, nor did he try to persuade her to stay, nor did she ask for a reason, because everyone knew it well and signed the contract happily. He said the word and sent the person out of the office with a smile.
Then he started to have employees come and resign one after another.
This continued until after ten o'clock, when the wave of resignations finally stopped.
“Huh!”
The lobby manager sitting on the chair exhaled tiredly, leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes and rested for a while. After a while, he sat up straight and took out a resignation letter from the drawer.
The Mandarin Hotel is probably going to be abandoned, so it's better to find another job as soon as possible to avoid wasting his limited golden period.
......
"Okay, I'll be there soon!"
"That's it."
Neighboring Central to the north and Horse Racing to the east In a luxurious bungalow in the mid-level villa area near the top of the mountain in the south, Land Company Chairman Hugh Barton, who was resting at home, hung up the phone with a sullen face, then frowned and walked to the leather sofa shipped from Italy in the room. I sat down in front of me, lit a cigar and thought quietly.
The phone call just now was from the board of directors of Land Company. The purpose was to ask him to come over as soon as possible so that everyone could discuss matters about the Mandarin Hotel together.
What he is thinking about now is how to minimize the company's losses and allow him to keep his current position.
After all, he has something to do with the hotel's haunted incident, and it will definitely become a weapon used by some opponents to attack him.
As for whether it is true or false, it is no longer important to him because the impact has already been produced. Even if he knows it is false, is anyone willing to believe it?
After a long time.
Hugh Barton put out the cigar in his hand, got up slowly, put on his clothes, put on his hat, and went downstairs with a cane.
When he passed the living room on the first floor, he saw his wife drinking tea and chatting with his daughter. He paused, hesitated for a moment, and ordered her: "Tell Caraul to move to the church and live there for a few days." "God."
"What's wrong?" the wife asked in confusion.
"The woman he accidentally killed turned into an evil spirit and appeared in the hotel yesterday." Hugh Barton sighed and hurried out of the house.
Although he could not yet determine whether the incident was true or false, he did not dare to gamble with the life of his beloved son, so it was better to be more prepared.
"Oh God!"
The mother and daughter suddenly panicked and hurriedly got up and went to the second floor. After a while, they took a young man with a perverse face out of the house and drove to the church.
As for Hugh Barton, they soon came to the Land Company located in an office building in Sheung Wan.
"Mr. Chairman."
Seeing him, the secretary quickly stepped forward and reported: "The directors have been waiting for you in the conference room for a long time, and... the atmosphere is a bit bad. ”
"I know."
Having expected it, Hugh Barton nodded lightly, put his cane under his arm, and walked towards the conference room at a leisurely pace, trying his best to maintain the elegance and elegance of his British gentleman. Calm.
Although he always does things that are no different from bandits.
After a while.
The secretary who followed him closely opened the door of the conference room for him. Hugh Barton walked in smoothly under the gaze of all the members of the board of directors. He took off his hat apologetically and saluted.
"Sorry, I'm late."
"You're here!"
Before he could sit down, an old white man said hurriedly: "Now is the time to meet Stanley." At the critical moment of fund negotiation, something big happened in the hotel. Think about what to do."
Hugh Barton gave him a message. With a calm look in his eyes, he looked at everyone calmly and said, "Tell me what you think first."
"I think we should contact all newspapers first and spend money to suppress the matter. Then before the matter spreads, restart negotiations with the Stanley Fund as soon as possible and dump the hotel to them.”
"I object. This way we will be very passive and even lose a lot of money."
"We will lose more if we drag it on!"
"Then it is better to give up the sale and let's take it first. Let’s run it by ourselves for a while, and then we’ll take action again.”
“That’s it. Are you sure that Master You can catch that ghost? What if he can't? Besides, given the current situation in Hong Kong, who knows what will happen in the future!"
"Damn, You don’t really believe that the hotel is haunted, do you? Where in the world is this ghost?”