After leaving the "Deep Sea Fish Port" restaurant, Song Zhichao did not return to the toy factory dormitory. Although he knew that he promised to pay back the money in three days, those who collected the debt would not be stuck there, Song Zhichao was very dissatisfied with the living environment there and could not even take a shower. Therefore, Song Zhichao found a small hotel called "Ping'an" nearby.

Ping An Hotel is not big, and the front desk posts slogans from this era, "Customers are God, make them feel at home."

The night shift at the front desk was a long-haired boy, who was terrified and was watching "Story Club" under the desk lamp. When he heard someone coming, he looked up and saw Song Zhichao. He immediately asked with a smile if he wanted to stay in a hotel.

Song Zhichao nodded and asked how much the single room cost.

Changmao said: "There are high-end ones, but not high-end ones. The high-end ones have water and TVs, and they can take a bath, which costs five yuan a night; the unlucky ones only have one bed, which costs three yuan a night."

Song Zhichao said: "Come on a high-end one."

Changmao laughed, "As soon as I see your outfit, I know you are a decent person, so of course I have to live in high-end people; the low-end people are for poor workers, and if you live like you, you will be eliminated."

Song Zhichao didn't talk nonsense to him, took out his ID card, paid the room, and then stuffed Changmao half a box of cigarettes, saying, "I want to have a good night's sleep tonight, and I don't want anyone to knock on the door in the middle of the night."

Changmao is also a human spirit. He took out a scent of Caidian cigarettes and sniffed it on his ear and said, "Safe! I will explain, just sleep peacefully!"

Song Zhichao went upstairs, found his room 502, opened the door, and a unique smell of musty smell of the hotel hit him.

Song Zhichao frowned, then touched the wall with his hand, found the light rope for the electric light, and pulled the light with his hand, so that he could see the layout of the entire room clearly.

There were about ten square meters, and all kinds of things were packed, including TV cabinets, black and white panda TVs, and the viewing antenna on the TV was broken and stood up behind the butt, just like a monkey's tail.

I pressed a single bed with my hands, and it was quite soft. When I lifted the mattress, I saw that it was still from Simmons. This was beyond Song Zhichao's surprise.

In addition, it is a thermos bottle, which is lifted and has hot water. On the left side of the bed, there is a small toilet, a shower, no canopy head, and the walls are rough and blank. There are not even ceramic tiles on it, but ceramic tiles on the floor are obviously made of water barriers. There is only one person standing in the small place.

Song Zhichao was busy for a day and couldn't take much care of it. He took off his clothes and went into the toilet to flush it.

After almost ten minutes, he came out of the inside with a bath towel, but he felt greasy and swept away, which was extremely comfortable. He reached out to find the remote control to turn on the TV. After searching for a long time, he found that this kind of TV did not have a remote control and needed to turn on it manually.

After pressing the TV button, the black and white TV lights up, the pattern is very unclear, but you can still barely watch it.

While wiping her wet hair with a towel, Song Zhichao rotated the mixing table with his hands. It was almost twelve o'clock, and many stations had no signals. Fortunately, he found a Cantonese station and saw that it was the Hong Kong urban drama "I am Kind".

I remember it well, this drama was only aired in Hong Kong this year, and I didn’t expect it to be received here.

Song Zhichao took out a cigarette, lit it, and leaned against the bed to watch the new TV series.

There were knocking sounds outside from time to time. Those girls should have been out and took turns knocking on the door and giving "warmth" to those lonely men.

Song Zhichao could clearly hear the sound coming from next door.

"What are you doing?"

"Brother, are you playing?"

"What are you playing?"

"What do you want to play?"

"Do you want money?"

"Of course."

"How many?"

"Five pieces."

"It's too expensive, you can buy a lot of pork for five yuan!"

"How can pork be compared with me!"

"It's impossible to compare, you don't have the aroma of pork."

"You didn't even smell it, how could you know I didn't smell it?"

"No matter whether you are fragrant or not, I won't play anyway! I will purchase goods tomorrow!" The door closed with a snap.

"Luhan Man!" The woman kicked the door hard.

It can be said that as long as a room where a man lives, he is almost treated as "knocking the door and sending warmth".

Song Zhichao is exceptional.

A half-box of colorful butterfly cigarettes can handle everything, which makes Song Zhichao feel very comfortable.

...

When Song Zhichao was very comfortable, Chen Jianjun was not at all comfortable.

Because of Song Zhichao's previous words, Chen Jianjun was completely out of control.

After Chen Jianjun left the hotel, he did not go anywhere else and went directly to his own video room.

Many people who open video halls will lock the door of the video hall at about twelve o'clock in the evening, so that the audience can watch the "night scene" in it without restraint and find some wonderful video tapes for the audience to enjoy it.

Chen Jianjun's woman had already gone home to take care of the children, and the one who stayed here to guard the door was Chen Jianjun's mother-in-law.

When the old lady heard the knock on the door, she shaking her palm-shaped fan and got up from the cool mat spread on the ground, then opened the rolling gate hard. When she saw that she was a son-in-law, she asked why you were here so late.

Chen Jianjun buried his head and finally thought about it for a while and plucked up his courage to say to the old lady: "Mom, I have something I want to discuss with you."

"What's the matter? Can't you tell me tomorrow?" The old lady was not a local, and she came to the south to work hard with her son-in-law and suffered a lot of crimes before.

Chen Jianjun took out a bottle of Jianlibao from the freezer and handed it to his mother-in-law for her to drink. The old lady waved her hand and said, "This thing is for money, what's the point of drinking it?" Then she put Jianlibao back into the freezer.

Seeing that the old lady couldn't bear to drink a can of drink, Chen Jianjun felt even more embarrassed to speak. Seeing that there was a palm-leaf fan next to him, he held it in his hand and slapped it hard.

The old lady was also a person who came here. When she saw that he looked wrong, she guessed that there was something wrong in his heart. So the old lady poured a glass of water and handed it to Chen Jianjun and said, "If you have something to do, just say it, don't be stuck in your heart. What should I do if it's so boring?"

Seeing the old lady ask a question, Chen Jianguo gritted his teeth and said, "Mom, I actually have one thing I want to discuss with you."

"What's the matter, you tell me." The old lady seemed very open-minded.

So Chen Jianjun plucked up the courage to say what Song Zhichao said, saying that he would sell the video hall and invest in the dance hall, saying that he would make a lot of money.

As soon as he finished speaking, the old lady slapped the fan vigorously and persuaded: "Dajun, please be at ease! Our video hall is doing well, so why are you going to do that? What if I messed up and beat you up? What if I live for one or two years at most, I won't have to raise you then, but you still have your wife and children. What should they do? Let's drink the northwest wind with you?"

Chen Jianjun didn't say anything, but just turned the teacup with his hands.

"This person, be content. Don't always be too kind and want to make a lot of money. This money is too much and you can't make it in your life. If you have such a good video room, just keep it. Isn't it cheaper for others to sell it now?"

Chen Jianjun picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea. He felt it was hot and hot.

"I know you can't listen to what I say, but as the saying goes, if you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer a loss. I advise you to stay at this stall and work hard. Don't make any trouble for me, otherwise even if my daughter doesn't tell you, I will poke your backbone!"

The old lady has already put her words to this point, and Chen Jianjun knows that it will be useless to say anything more.

He scratched his head, put the teacup down and said, "Mom, don't take it seriously, I'm just having fun." He said, "I'll go back to sleep first tonight. Please help me with this place--I haven't been back for several days, look at my son."

The old lady smiled and said, "Go! Anyway, I'm old and I'm not sleeping anymore, and I can't sleep even if I lie in bed. While I can still move, I'll help you for a few more years."
Chapter completed!