In the corridor on the 18th floor of the hotel, a group of hotel executives and reporters who had just woken up from their trance state looked at the clear distance of Xianfeng Daogu, and they were all in awe.
After all, they just 'saw' with their own eyes that the other party showed off his power and subdued an evil ghost. This was a truly wise man!
“Great! Great! Our hotel is saved!”
“Thank you, master, thank you, master!”
“Haha! This damn guy , finally executed!”
Duan Changjin, Lin Zuwu and other hotel executives who had just been promoted by Chu Heng cheered and cheered. They were all in their thirties and forties, and they were as happy as three or four-year-old fools.
The ghost has been caught, and the hotel's problem has naturally been solved. It only takes a little time to buffer, and people will gradually forget that the Wen Dahua Hotel was haunted, and then the hotel's business will naturally improve. It will get better, and then the area under their buttocks that has not yet been heated can be used for a long time.
"That master!"
At this time, a dark and thin middle-aged male reporter stepped forward with a smile on his face, looked at the old man with reverence, and asked cautiously: " Can you cooperate with us and let us take some photos?"
"This..."
Qingyuan, who had come with the purpose of becoming famous, frowned and pretended to hesitate when he heard this.
Chu Heng saw the opportunity and cooperated: "Master, please help them take some photos. It's not easy for everyone to stay up so late."
"Yes, yes. , Master, let us take a few pictures," the thin man said quickly.
Na Qingyuan nodded reluctantly and said: "Okay, I'll just take a few pictures, but I'm really tired and want to go back to rest as soon as possible. Please move faster."
< br>"Thank you, Master, we will be fine soon."
Remembering it, I rushed forward and picked up the camera in my hand to take pictures.
Chu Heng hurriedly reached out to cover his face, and quickly hid aside to prevent these people from taking pictures of him.
His identity as the owner of the Mandarin Hotel is not yet known to his family. If these people take the photo and it happens to be seen by his family, he will be in trouble!
“Kakakaka.”
The flashing lights made a random sound.
Soon the reporters took photos, and some of them were still looking at Chu Heng.
This guy is young, rich, handsome, and a diamond king, and he is also a big hit!
As a result, someone walked up to him with a camera and said: "Mr. Chu, look here."
Chu Heng raised his hands to cover his face again, and then said apologetically: "I'm sorry, everyone. , I don’t like taking pictures, please forgive me.”
After saying that, he gave Duan Jinchang a look.
Duan Changjin hurriedly stepped forward to block it, took out a stack of red envelopes from his arms with a smile on his face, and handed them out to the reporters: "I'm sorry to have you all stay up for so long. This is a little kindness from our hotel. Please have a midnight snack." , please don’t dislike it.”
The reporters took the red envelope, and some of them couldn't wait to open it on the spot. When they saw that there was a full 200 express fare inside, they all smiled and immediately put aside the matter of taking pictures of Chu Heng. When he reached the back of his head, he thanked Duan Changjin repeatedly.
“Thank you, Mr. Duan.”
“Wow, what a big red envelope!”
“Thank you!”
While they were receiving red envelopes, Chu Heng took the old man and his son into the elevator quietly and went to the presidential suite on the top floor.
It didn’t take long.
After receiving the money, the reporters happily took the elevator downstairs as Duan Changjin and others saw them off.
As soon as they arrived in the lobby, a group of employees who were gathering here waiting for the results hurriedly gathered around and asked all kinds of questions.
“How is it?”
"Has Amei been driven away?" "Oh, tell me quickly, I'm so anxious."
Duan Jinchang saw that the situation was a little out of control, so he quickly stepped forward and raised his hand to He pressed down, laughed and shouted: "Okay, okay, it's all Don't worry, everyone, the evil spirit upstairs has been eradicated by the master, and everyone can work in peace from now on."
"Great!"
" No need to look for a job now.”
"Okay!"
When everyone heard this, some people let out a sigh of relief, and some people danced and cheered, celebrating for having saved their jobs.
But no one noticed that at the door of the hotel, a plainly dressed old lady had a face full of grief. Two lines of tears could not stop flowing from her muddy old eyes, which soon wetted her clothes.
She is Amei's mother, and she is also the only one among the people present who does not want the evil spirit upstairs to be eradicated.
It really corresponds to that sentence. Sometimes, people's joys and sorrows are not connected.
……
The next day, morning.
"Mr. Chu, here are all the morning papers today."
In the presidential suite of the Mandarin Hotel, A Dong, who had just been promoted to deputy front office manager, hugged him with a smile on his face. A stack of newspapers that he bought early on the street stood in front of Chu Heng.
“Put it there.”
Chu Heng, who had just gotten up, pointed sleepily at the coffee table in the room. Under the white silk nightgown, the two half-haired legs were so dazzling that people couldn't help but have the urge to grab a handful of them.
"Okay." A Dong put the newspaper over in a hurry, and then asked thoughtfully: "Mr. Chu, would you like to bring you some breakfast?"
" Then just give it away..." Chu Heng, who was about to deal with it casually, suddenly paused and remembered that he was now the owner of the Mandarin Hotel. He no longer needed to accommodate the tastes of people here. Instead, he needed other People come to accommodate him.
Ever since, he, who had been thinking about the bite at home for a long time, couldn't help but lick his lips and said: "Tell the kitchen that I want to eat sugar pancakes, soy milk, tofu curd... If it's salty, add chili. After that, let’s have some fried liver and fried dough sticks.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Cen Hao from the back room stuck his head out and said with bright eyes: “I’m going to have some bean juice.” Follow the focus circle! ”
"Go away, aren't you sincerely trying to make things difficult for me? Where can I get this Douzhier thing for you in a while?" Chu Heng rolled his eyes at him.
"That's right, soybean juice needs to be fermented. How can you order it fresh?" Na Qingyuan came out of another room with a red face at this time.
Since the old man came out, he has not eaten much food at home. At this moment, he was also aroused to be greedy. He came to A Dong with a smile and said kindly: "Young man, If you're tired, give me a bowl of noodles and tea. It would be better if it has stinky tofu, and some shredded pickles. You don't need to put anything else, just put some soy sauce and vinegar."
"I'll have a bowl too. !" Na Daohui also ran out.
“Oh, I’ll go right away.”
A Dong, who was confused after hearing this, scratched his head and left, feeling very puzzled.
Salty tofu brain? And add chili oil? Is that for people to eat?
Also, what is bean juice? What is fried liver?
Full of doubts, he hurriedly took the elevator downstairs and found Liu Shixian, the catering manager who was chatting with the chef in the restaurant, and recounted a lot of things Chu Heng ordered.
Liu Shixian was also stunned when he heard this. He quickly asked the chef next to him: "Can you do it?"
"Every other kitchen can make it. It's just that the fried liver and noodle tea are a bit difficult. I only know that this thing comes from the capital of China. I really don't know how to make it." The head chef said a little embarrassed.
"Then quickly find someone who can do it, hurry up, hurry up, don't keep Mr. Chu waiting! Otherwise, without you, I will go home and eat old rice!" Liu Shixian suddenly panicked, this is If the big boss couldn't satisfy even this for his first meal after taking over the hotel, wouldn't that mean that he, as a manager, is incompetent? Do you want to do it again in the future?
"Okay, I'll go right away."
The head chef hurriedly ran to the kitchen.