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Chapter Eleven: What Hotel

Chen Ming saw the hotel's decoration under the guidance of Luo Wen. It has to be said that the decoration of the hotel is very good, and even the details are well done. The overall style of the hotel is elegant and fresh, just like Luo Wen himself.

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Chen Ming has always felt that Luo Wen has very good taste. Chen Ming only praised the hotel she personally planned, and couldn't fault it at all. He also sincerely admired the way a shabby hotel was decorated like this in just one month.

The staff is simply amazing.

Seeing Chen Ming's satisfied look, Luo Wen put a bunch of documents in front of Chen Ming. When he saw that the hotel's legal person was named after him, Chen Ming instantly felt that he seemed taller. But when he saw the name of the hotel,

Zi Shi.

Chen Ming finally remembered what he wanted to question Luo Wen. "Why do you call it a hotel?

Luo Wen said: "In order to make it easy for others to remember, did you remember this name as soon as you saw it?"

Chen Ming nodded and had to admit that this name would be unforgettable at first glance. But Chen Ming still said: "It's easy to remember, but isn't this name a bit funny?"

Luo Wen said: "We don't have many rooms here. It can only be regarded as a larger inn. In a hotel, it can only be regarded as a small one. If the name is not special, how can it attract business?"

Chen Ming thought about it and nodded in approval of Luo Wen's name. He also felt that Luo Wen did a good job.

Luo Wen was a little surprised to see Chen Ming being persuaded by him so easily. How could he know that this was the Nine Halls of Gods and Demons? Luo Wen deliberately chose the homophony just to attract all the gods and demons to live there.

Where to live.

Chen Ming added: "The two suites on the fourth floor are the best rooms in this building. Why are they not used for guests, but turned into rooms for the two of us? It would be too exaggerated for the two of us to live on the same floor.

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Luo Wen said: "When we live here, of course we have to keep the best for ourselves. It would be nice if the guests have a place to stay. If the top floor is left to the guests, where will we stay? Should we stay in ordinary guest rooms?"

When Luo Wen said this, Chen Ming actually felt that what Luo Wen said made sense. But he still put forward some suggestions.

"Isn't it said that customers are God? When we open a store, don't we just let customers stay?"

Luo Wen looked at Chen Ming and said, "Why do we open a store?"

Chen Ming thought for a moment and said, "Make money!"

"What happens after you make money?"

"Of course I want to enjoy a better life!"

"Since we are enjoying a better life, why not enjoy it now instead of enjoying it after making money. We don't need money to prove our life!"

"Does it mean you have to work like a slave and then live like a slave owner to enjoy life? We just need to do what we want according to our true wishes. Because this is our own life, not

Other people’s lives are not life for others to see.”

After Luo Wen came out with his theory, Chen Ming was convinced. He just looked at Luo Wen and said, "I listen to you! The life you want is my life!"

Enjoying the process and enjoying the result are different experiences. If the enjoyment process is the desired enjoyment result, then the enjoyment result is the enjoyment process.

In the early morning, several warblers outside the window were singing gracefully. Luo Wen yawned and said: "Luo Ling, open the curtains!"

A clear girl's voice responded happily in Luo Wen's mind, "Okay! Master!".

The curtains slowly opened, and the bright sunlight filtered through the window screen bit by bit, and the room turned from pitch black to hazy. When Luo Wen's eyes adapted to the light, the window screen also slowly moved to the side, and the two beautiful trees

The oriole jumped onto the window sill and sang happily inside the house. It seemed to be singing a hymn for Luo Wen's awakening.

Luo Wen was extremely satisfied with Luo Ling's thoughtfulness. She stretched out comfortably and said, "Luo Ling, release more of your ghost energy."

"Master, take a look! Hehe! Haha! Hehe! -"

Listening to Luo Ling's exaggerated "Hey, haha!" Luo Wen's surroundings seemed to be filled with smoke. A cloud of ghost energy surged out of thin air. Luo Wen's pair of snow-white arms stretched directly into the ghost energy, and the rich ghost energy was like

Luo Wen crawled into Luo Wen's arm as if being attracted, and Luo Wen felt that her whole body was full of energy.

Luo Wen smiled happily and said: "Luo Ling, please give me some more!"

Upon hearing Luo Wen's request, Luo Ling's voice of "Hey! Haha!" became faster. At the same time, the ghostly aura around Luo Wen became more intense.

Luo Wen absorbed it to her heart's content, and suddenly Luo Ling's cry of "Ah! Ouch!" came from her mind.

Luo Wen was stunned and asked eagerly: "Luo Ling, what's wrong?"

"Oh! Master, I'm fine, I just don't have the strength anymore. I'm so hungry! I want to eat!"

Hearing that Luo Ling was okay, but that she just had no strength, Luo Wen's heart dropped and she said: "It's okay, it's okay. I should find you some food. Is your other master up?"

"Master, he got up very early. He has already made breakfast and is bringing it to you. He is now on the second floor."

Luo Wen smiled and said: "Yeah! Very good, very good!"

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In the restaurant, Luo Wen took a bite of the bun and said, "Your bun-making skills have dropped!"

Chen Ming said: "I used to be able to make a thousand buns a day, but now I can only make a few dozen a day. It's normal for the decrease to occur."

“The level of porridge has improved!”

"Porridge takes time and patience. I didn't make it before, but now I make it every day!"

"Let's open the business and sell the buns you make to customers."

Chen Ming swallowed a big mouthful of steamed buns and said, "That's good, but the two of us can't handle such a big hotel. Should we recruit some people here?"

Luo Wen smiled and said: "We have spent all our money and have no money to recruit people."

Chen Ming was stunned for a moment, but when he thought of the stylish decoration of the hotel, Chen Ming could tell with his layman's eye that 450,000 yuan was used to decorate a four-story building like this. It cannot be said to be a miracle.

I can only say that it is a great value. It would be a miracle if there is still money left.

Chen Ming asked tentatively: "How about we pay for the goods?"

Luo Wen smiled and asked, "Why go to pay for the goods? We don't need money!"

"Don't need money?"

"Yes, the two of us are enough!"

Chen Ming frowned and said, "Are you kidding? We are running a hotel, not a stall. How can two people cope with this?"

"When guests come, after paying the money, you take them to stay. You make steamed buns for them to eat. After staying, they leave."

After hearing this, Chen Ming looked at Luo Wen in disbelief. It turned out that he thought Luo Wen was a very sensible and outstanding woman, and he would rather follow her arrangements. But now he suddenly felt that she was so unreliable.

Luo Wen saw the suspicion in Chen Ming's eyes and smiled: "Although we are said to be a hotel, think about the differences between our guest rooms and those folk hotels opened by couples? It's just better than theirs.

The decoration is just better looking.”

Hearing what Luo Wen said, Chen Ming suddenly became enlightened. It seemed that there was no difference. In this way, it was indeed possible for two people. But then he thought about it again, and it seemed that something was not right. Such a big pomp and spending so much money.

If you make a lot of money, it becomes a folk custom. Isn't this a joke?
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