"Thank you, Master. If I can really make a fortune, I will definitely repay you with a generous gift!"
"Haha, I hope Mr. Lang can make it through all the hardships."
"With your good words, then I will I'll say goodbye now."
"Slow down. Let’s go.”
At the entrance of the scented paper shop, Lang Hongjie, who received Na Qingyuan’s guidance, left Xiyangcai Street with full hope. His steps were firm and there was hope in his eyes. He was lifeless when he came. The down-and-out businessman is completely different.
"Thank you for meeting me, otherwise there would be one more lonely grave in the suburbs!"
Outside the shop door, Qingyuan held a thin red envelope in his hand and looked into the distance. Lang Hongjie was very happy to go.
This guy is now a stone statue that is about to be broken. Any opportunity may be regarded as hope by him who has lost his mind. At the same time, a slight blow may completely shatter him.
In his current situation, he is the best person to deceive. If he meets those evil villains, he will definitely have to block all the trousers he deceived, and finally wait until they are completely wiped out, and then Kicked into the abyss.
Fortunately, he now met Na Qingyuan, who gave him hope of living again.
And this hope is naturally Chu Heng.
In order to make the hotel recover as soon as possible and even surpass its peak, this guy cooperated with Qingyuan again, planning to let the old man find a few suitable unlucky people to stay in Room 1805 of the Mandarin Hotel. Then he secretly helped these people turn around, and used these people as living signs to build 1805, which was regarded as a dangerous house, into a lucky house that can bring people good fortune.
Obviously, Lang Hongjie was the lucky one selected by the old man.
"Haha, it's really a blessing and a misfortune."
When Lang Hongjie walked away, the old man looked back and quickly took out the two hundred yuan from the red envelope and put it away. Hobbling with a cane, he walked towards the store with a public phone on the street, intending to ventilate Chu Hengtong.
......
In the evening, when the sky is dark, the neon lights of the shops on Hong Kong Island and the street lights are already lit. The Mandarin Hotel, located not far from the busy Victoria Harbour, is also lit at this time. brightly lit.
The discount activity is still going on, the lobby is bustling with guests, and the employees are busy with their feet on the floor. Not only does no one complain about being tired, but they are all enjoying themselves.
Having experienced the unemployment crisis in hotels, they know the importance of a stable job better than anyone else, and they are so busy that they want to die right now.
"Good evening, Mr. Lang, what can I do for you?"
In the chaotic and orderly lobby, a haggard-looking Lang Hongjie walked in slowly, and was greeted warmly by a sweet-looking girl.
Lang Hongjie looked at the magnificent lobby, then turned around and looked at the beautiful girl in front of him. He was not surprised that she knew him, because he used to live here often when he was rich.
But now, things have changed.
"I'm staying in a hotel." He sighed.
"Okay, please follow me." The sweet girl smiled and bowed, leading him to the front desk.
"Good evening, Mr. Lang."
After the two came, a front desk lady smiled and greeted her, then asked familiarly: "What kind of room do you need today?"
"I want room 1805." Lang Hongjie said in a dull voice.
"..."
The area around him instantly became quiet. The smiles on the faces of the young lady at the front desk and the sweet girl froze instantly. Some employees and guests who heard what he said also looked in surprise. To this fierce man who took the initiative to live in a dangerous house.
Soon, the young lady at the front desk came back to her senses and repeatedly confirmed: "You...are you talking about room 1805?"
"Yes, it is 1805. Please open a room for me quickly." Lang Hongjie Some didn't like the strange looks from the people around them, so they impatiently took out a bunch of crumpled bills from their pockets and threw them on the counter. "Okay, please wait a moment."
The young lady with strong professionalism suppressed her inner surprise, quickly took the money, counted it, and quickly processed it for him After checking in, he respectfully handed a key to him.
“Wish you a pleasant stay.”
"Thank you."
Lang Hongjie grabbed the key and turned towards the elevator.
The eyes of the people around him also followed him. While constantly looking at him, they also wondered whether he had any special hobbies and even took the initiative to live in a haunted house!
In the corner of the lobby, A Dong, who had been feeling very proud recently, looked deeply at Lang Hongjie, quickly came to his side, bowed his head again and said good evening, then stood quietly and waited. elevator.
Not long after.
When the elevator came down, A Dong and Lang Hongjie walked in.
When they reached the 18th floor, the elevator door slowly opened. Lang Hongjie stepped out of the elevator without changing his expression, and went to room 1805 under the reception of the waiter.
“Tap-tat-tat!”
In the elevator, as soon as Lang Hongjie left, A Dong, who had experienced the ghost hunting incident, pressed the door button with a nervous look on his face. He was nervous Looking at the corridor outside, I muttered: "Damn, my back feels so cold every time I come here! What a weird door!"
Soon, the elevator closed and continued to go up.
A few minutes later, Adong came to the top floor, the presidential suite where Chu Heng lived.
“Dong, dong, dong!”
Knock on the door.
“Squeak!”
Cen Hao, holding a chicken claw in his mouth, came over and opened the door. Seeing A Dong coming, he grinned and pulled him in: “Let’s have a drink together?”
"No, Brother Hao, I still have something to report to Mr. Chu. Let's wait until after get off work. I'll treat you to a supper." A Dong shook his head and hurried to the living room and found Chu who was discussing something with Martin. Constant.
"Mr. Chu, Mr. Martin." After greeting him, he quickly came to Chu Heng and whispered in his ear: "Someone has moved into 1805."
"Also Pretty fast." Chu Heng smiled and turned around. The head told him: "Then do as I told you before, and you must let the news spread."
"Understood!"
A Dong nodded, turned and left , still wondering about the big boss’s intentions.
After he left, Chu Heng looked back at Martin and asked, "Tell me, do you have any good suggestions that can bring Lang Hongjie back to life?"
"It's very simple."
Martin Fang After putting down the information about Lang Hongjie in his hand, he took a leisurely puff of his cigar and said casually: "Before he experienced the fire, his factory was in very good condition. It had its own products and its own channels, so just need one A sum of money allows him to buy some new equipment, buy some raw materials, and repair the factory, which will help him get back on his feet."
"But I don't think such an investment is worth much, considering his previous situation. , even if The factory has been re-established, and it only brings you a few hundred thousand in income every year. It is dispensable to you."
"So?" Chu Heng became interested and crossed his legs. , looking at him leisurely.
"Increase investment, introduce technology, develop new products, and broaden business scope."