"Hey, little brother, how about booking a room?" The fat landlady's slender eyes caught sight of Ling Shaofeng and the other two who walked in. A smile immediately appeared on her face and she greeted warmly.'
I don’t know what’s going on tonight? Usually the business of the hotel is very good. At this time, the rooms are already full, but there are not many people staying in the hotel tonight. Many rooms are empty. The business is really not very good, boss lady.
She was a little depressed, so she immediately smiled when she saw a guest coming. However, when she saw that Ling Shaofeng was dressed very ordinary and inconspicuously, the smile on her face disappeared a bit.
In fact, how did the proprietress know that something big happened at the Mandala Bar tonight? The boss, Bald Liu, and a very awesome leader of his group, Mo Liang, were killed. Those guests who were enjoying themselves in the Mandala Bar and were preparing to book a room had already arrived.
He ran away without a trace, so the hotel's business will be poor tonight.
"Open a standard room." Ling Shaofeng stepped forward and said calmly. Now he just wanted to quickly open a room and settle the girl down so that he could escape.
"Okay, wait a minute." The waitress stood up and started to register for a room on the computer. Ling Shaofeng took the initiative to take out his ID card and handed it over, but the landlady glanced at him with some contempt and said: "You don't need your identity to book a room here.
Just get the certificate and pay, it’s 260 per night for a standard room.”
Most of the customers in this hotel are some gangsters who have taken advantage of others to book rooms, or some romantic petty bourgeoisie who like to have one-night stands. Therefore, guests are only required to show their ID cards during strict inspections. Normally, this is not required at all.
Those who often book a room know the rules, but Ling Shaofeng took out his ID card when he arrived. At first glance, he was a poor boy who had never opened a room and had no experience. The smile on the landlady's face no longer existed. This kind of poor boy
She has seen too many low-level gangsters or poor college students who don't have much money but like to be romantic, so they go to a bar to pick up a girl, get drunk, and then drag her over to a room. Such people don't
I don't have enough money, but I don't want to stay in those cheap hotels on the street. I hate the mess inside, so I have to pretend to be a bigot and stay in the slightly higher-end Zhonghua Hotel.
But the landlady can't say anything, because most of her customers here are this kind of people. Although she looks down on this kind of people, the business of her hotel still depends on this kind of people.
"The room rate for one night is 260. Sir, please pay cash first." The waitress said politely.
However, the landlady no longer wanted to entertain guests, and she sat aside and began to eat melon seeds leisurely, without even looking at Ling Shaofeng.
Ling Shaofeng looked at the money clip he took out from the drunk girl before and found that there was only more than one hundred yuan in it, which was not enough. And he didn't have a penny on him, only a five million gold card.
So Ling Shaofeng hesitated for a moment, then reached out and touched the girl's body again, trying to find another money clip, but was disappointed.
The landlady looked over with disdain and cursed in her heart, Damn, he really is a poor boy. He doesn’t even have the money to rent a house, but he still shamelessly takes money from a girl. You are so fucking happy when you rent a house, but you want a woman to pay for it.
You pay the bill for what?
"If you don't have enough money, you can stay in the cheap hotel in front. It's cheap there, 40 a night." The proprietress glanced at Ling Shaofeng with disdain, and muttered: "You look so poor, and you even ask for money from women when you rent a room, what a shame...