At this moment, the hotel lobby is brightly lit, and the idle employees are gathered together in groups of three or two, chatting quietly, or hiding in the corner and secretly taking a nap.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"
Suddenly, there were footsteps, and Adong, who had just returned the car to the parking lot, walked in with a bowl of noodles with beef brisket and pig blood.
Some employees heard the news and went away, but when they saw that he was the only one who came back, the handsome guy who spent a lot of money was not there, and they were immediately confused.
The young lady at the front desk looked behind him and asked doubtfully: "Hey? Brother Dong, why did you come back by yourself? Didn't you go to pick up Mr. Chu? Where is the person?"
"There is also a ghost Mr. Chu." A Dong chewed his beef brisket, walked towards her, and said with a curl of his lips: "Mr. Chu dislikes our unlucky situation here, so he moved to stay at the Hilton."
As he spoke, he came to the front desk and handed over the hundred-dollar knife given by Chu Heng.
"Here, this is the money Mr. Chu gave me. Let me pay the fee."
"Oh, Mr. Chu isn't here either." The young lady took the money in disappointment, pouting while calculating the cost, and complained: "I knew he was coming, so I even put on makeup today. I didn't expect it.
I haven't even seen anyone, and he is missed so much."
"Then do you want his money or his people?" an old man next to him asked with a wink.
"Of course I think about it."
The young lady rolled her eyes at him, and neatly ordered a wad of money to A Dong, with a gloomy look on her face: "What's the use? No one will come. If this continues, let alone Mr. Chu, I guess
Mr. Wang and Mr. Li are both hopeless, and they can only think about ghosts from now on."
Her words made the faces of the employees in the lobby change color. They couldn't help but tremble and complained to her.
"Please, please don't talk nonsense in the middle of the night, okay?"
"That's right, be careful Amei comes looking for you!"
"It's suddenly so cold!"
"By the way, I heard that the general manager has already found a heavenly master and is going to perform a ritual tomorrow."
At this time, Hong Kong people were quite superstitious and highly respected the theory of gods and ghosts.
…
The next day, morning.
Chu Heng, who was still a little unaccustomed to the jet lag, lay softly on the bedside, carefully reading the recent newspapers he asked the hotel staff to deliver, and learning about the major and minor events that happened in Hong Kong during his absence.
Affection.
But it seems that things are still the same.
Strikes are still going on, and demonstrations occur from time to time. The Hong Kong government has not come up with any useful solutions yet, and the people are still in panic and anxiety. Therefore, a large number of businessmen who are disappointed with Dai Linzhi do not hesitate.
He sold his family property and traveled to Southeast Asia, which caused an unprecedented impact on the business environment of Hong Kong Island, and the real estate industry suffered an avalanche.
"Wow!"
Chu Heng, who had been reading for a long time, threw away the newspaper. After rubbing his swollen temples tiredly, he thoughtfully took out a cigarette and lit a cigarette, puffing away at it.
He did not understand the history of Hong Kong Island at this stage, but he knew that Hong Kong Island would soar into great heights in the 1970s and 1980s.
Therefore, the trough at this time is only temporary.
This is a good opportunity for Chu Heng.
He is now making ambitious plans to buy a few pieces of land or properties at bargain prices after acquiring the Mandarin Hotel.
I just don’t know if this land is easy to acquire.
"Jingle bell."
At this time, the hotel intercom phone in the room rang. Chu Heng quickly got up and answered the phone. When he learned that it was Moritz Martin, the deputy manager of the e company he had entrusted to acquire the Mandarin Hotel project, he asked the staff to
Send him up.
Seeing this, the bored Cen Hao on the side quickly asked: "Master Chu, after meeting everyone later, let's go out for a walk?"
"become."
Chu Heng stood up in response, straightened his clothes, went to the living room in the suite, and waited quietly.
Not long after.
There was a knock on the door, and the waiter came with someone.
Seeing the donor, Martin stretched out his hand expressionlessly, with a serious expression, as if the person standing in front of him was his creditor: "Hello, Mr. Chu."
"We meet again, Mr. Martin."
Chu Heng, who had been in contact with this guy before, knew that he was like this, so he didn't care. He shook hands with a smile, invited him to sit down in the room, and then asked: "What would you like to drink?"
"Just coffee." Martin sat upright on the sofa, his expression as old-fashioned as his old-fashioned clothes.
"Cen Hao, call the front desk and bring two cups of coffee." Chu Heng nodded, gave instructions to Cen Hao in the back room, sat beside Martin, casually crossed his legs, and asked: "Let's talk first.
, how is the project going?"
"We have completed the preliminary preparations and have now entered the negotiation stage... This is the evaluation report and investigation report. Please take a look at it." As he said that, Martin took out a stack of information from the document bag and placed it in front of Chu Heng.
Then he continued.
"Originally, we had negotiated a price of HK$130 million with the Land Group, but a death occurred at the Mandarin Hotel a few days ago, which had a great impact on the hotel's business, so now the negotiations have been temporarily terminated. We
It is necessary to calculate the losses caused by the death to the hotel before re-opening negotiations."
Upon hearing this, Chu Heng looked at the documents and asked, "How much do you think the loss will be?"
"No less than five million, maybe even more, because we still don't know how long it will take for this impact to fade." Martin said matter-of-factly.
"So many!" Chu Heng raised his eyebrows, and after thinking about it, asked: "How many competitors do we have now?"
"One family, or none."
The corner of Martin's mouth raised, with a rare expression of disdain, and he said: "Before this, our only competitor was Cheung Kong Holdings, but they just had the mentality of picking up the slack. When they saw our investment in the Mandarin Hotel
After I was determined to win, I decisively chose to quit and invested my limited funds in other aspects."
"But then a company that never sets suddenly appeared and revealed its intention to acquire the Mandarin Hotel. However, our investigation results show that this company is most likely a helper brought in by the Land Group for the purpose of
Raise the price, so our idea is to negotiate with them slowly until they can't wait any longer and choose to give in."
"As expected, we can even find out these things!" Chu Heng said in surprise.
"Of course, we are professionals in this area." Martin raised his chin proudly: "So please trust our judgment."
"Haha, let's talk slowly then."
Chu Heng smiled and then asked some other questions. It wasn't until more than an hour later that Martin hurriedly left with a piece of chocolate he had brought from Washington.