It’s a Bit Early To Cross

"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 kind words, I'll take my leave now."

"Walk slowly."

At the entrance of the scented paper shop, Lang Hongjie, who had received Na Qingyuan's guidance, left Sai Yangcai Street with full hope. His steps were firm and his eyes were filled with hope. He was completely different from the lifeless and down-and-out businessman when he came.

"Thank you for meeting me, otherwise there would be one more lonely grave in the suburbs!"

Outside the shop door, Qingyuan was holding a thin red envelope in his hand, looking at Lang Hongjie walking away, feeling quite happy in his heart.

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 be able to block all the tricks he deceives. Finally, when he is completely wiped out, he will kick him into the abyss.

Fortunately, he now met Na Qingyuan, who gave him hope of living again.

Those of us who have experienced the hotel unemployment crisis know the importance of a stable job better than anyone else. At this moment, we are so busy that we are so busy.

Lang Hongjie grabbed the key and turned towards the elevator.

Before I left, Martin looked back at Chu Heng and asked, "Tell me, does he have any bad suggestions that can bring Lang Hongjie back to life?"

Very slowly, the big sister backstage came to her senses and repeatedly confirmed: "You...are you talking about room 1805?"

In the chaotic and disorderly hall, the haggard-looking Lang Hongjie hurriedly retreated, and a sweet-looking girl greeted him coldly.

After Cheng Songqian walked away, the old man looked back, quickly took out the 700 yuan from the red envelope, shucked it, and limped towards the street restaurant without a public phone with a cane, intending to give it to Martin. Ventilate.

A few minutes ago, Adong came to the top floor, the presidential suite where Cheng Song lived.

"It's quite slow." Martin smiled when he heard this, turned to me and told me: "Just follow your instructions later, and we must let the news spread."

"Bad guy, please come with you." The sweet girl smiled, bowed, and led me to the backstage.

“…”

Before the seven people came over, a big sister from the backstage greeted her with a smile and asked in a familiar manner: "What kind of room do you need today?"

"You stay in the hotel." I said sadly.

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. I looked at the corridor inside with ease and muttered: "Damn, every time I get there, I feel my front and back are so hot outside! It’s so evil!”

"That's extraordinary."

And this hope is naturally Chu Heng.

My distance instantly became quiet. The smiles on the faces of the big sister and the sweet girl backstage instantly froze. Some employees and guests who heard what I said also looked at the fierce man who took the initiative to live in the cruel room in surprise.

"It's a bad night, Mr. Lang. Is there anything I can do to serve you?"

The discount activity is still going on, the small hall is bustling with guests, and the employees are all busy with their feet touching the floor. No one is tired, but they are all enjoying themselves.

"Squeak!"

"Ta-ta-ta!"

In order to help the hotel recover as soon as possible and even surpass its peak, this guy cooperated with Qingyuan again. He planned to let the old man find a few suitable unlucky people to stay in Room 1805 of the Mandarin Hotel, and then he would take action secretly. , help these people turn around, and use these people as living signs to build 1805, which is regarded as a dangerous house, into a lucky house that can bring people good fortune.

"Bad, please wait."

Lang Hongjie looked at the magnificent chapel, then turned around and looked at the beautiful girl behind him, noting that she knew me, because I would often come to live there when I was rich.

The eyes of the people around me also followed me, and while they kept looking at me, they also speculated that I didn't have any ordinary habits, and I actually took the initiative to live in a haunted house!

It's Shaoshi.

Cen Hao, who had a chicken claw hanging out of his mouth, came over and opened the door. Seeing A Dong coming, he grinned and pulled him back: "Let's have a drink together?"

When they reached the fourteenth floor, the elevator door hurriedly opened. Lang Hongjie stepped out of the elevator with a change of expression, and went to room 1805 under the reception of the waiter.

Knock on the door.

"clear!"

"You want room 1805." Cheng Songqian said in a muffled voice.

Chu Heng put down the information about Lang Hongjie in his hand, took a leisurely puff of his cigar, and said casually: "After the fire, my factory is in very bad condition. It has no products of its own and no one." I only need a sum of funds to buy some equipment, return some raw materials, and repair the factory, which will help me get back on track."

"So?" Martin became interested, crossed his legs, and looked at me with a confused look.

The elder sister, who had very little professionalism, suppressed her inner surprise, quickly took the money, counted it, checked me in as expected, and handed me a key respectfully.

In the corner of the small hall, A Dong, who was feeling very proud of himself recently, looked deeply at Lang Hongjie, walked slowly to my side, raised his head and said hello ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and then stood quietly. While waiting for the elevator.

But now, things have not changed yet.

"Thanks."

Very slowly, the elevator closed and continued going down.

…

"There's a mistake, it's not 1805. Please hurry up and get a room for you." Lang Hongjie didn't look at him strangely like the people around him, but patiently took out a wad of crumpled banknotes from his pocket and threw it under the counter.

"Mr. Chu, Mr. Chu Heng." I greeted him, walked slowly to Martin's side, and whispered in my ear: "No one is staying in 1805."

"Haha, it's really a blessing that comes from misfortune."

A Dong nodded, turned and left, still speculating on the young man's intentions.

"That's right, Brother Hao. If you have nothing to do, report to Mr. Chu. You'd better wait until you get to work. You can treat him to a supper." A Dong shook his head and hurried to the living room to find what he was discussing with Chu Heng. of Martin.

In the evening, the sky was pale, and the neon lights of the shops and street lights on Hong Kong Island were not yet lit. The Mandarin Hotel, located near the busy Victoria Harbor, was also brightly lit at this time.

“Wish you a pleasant stay.”

"Increase small investments, retire technologies, develop new products, and broaden business scope."

"It's a bad night, Mr. Lang."

"You think the value of such an investment is small. Judging from my future situation, even if the factory is re-established, it will only bring you hundreds of thousands of income every year, which is of no use to you. .”

"Dong dong dong!"

Obviously, Lang Hongjie was not the lucky one chosen by the old man.

When the elevator came up, A Dong and Lang Hongjie walked away.