Cen Hao, who had been busy for half the night yesterday, seemed to be tireless. He still got up from the bed without moving, washed briefly and went out to practice.
But this time he went much longer than before. Usually he would come back at eight o'clock at the latest, but this time he didn't return to the hotel until nine o'clock.
"Click!"
After opening the lock and walking into the room, Cen Hao, with a heavy face, threw the breakfast he brought back onto the coffee table in the living room of the suite, then turned around and walked into the bedroom.
Seeing Chu Heng lying on the bed with his back stretched out, sleeping extremely soundly, his expression was more peaceful than when his grandfather died.
Looking at that impeccably handsome face, Cen Hao felt that his grandson was disgusting, so he got angry and threw a black phone book on his face.
"Crack!"
There was a crisp sound.
Chu Heng opened his eyes blankly and felt his face hurt.
Cen Hao turned around and entered the bathroom as if nothing happened.
"Fuck! Just say it if you want to die!"
Chu Heng cursed and turned over, picked up the book that fell on the pillow and took a look at it. A smile appeared on his face again, and he closed his eyes happily and continued to dream.
at the same time.
Newspaper offices on Hong Kong Island, large and small, received calls at different times from an enthusiastic citizen with a somewhat foul-sounding tone, breaking the news about the Mandarin Hotel being haunted last night.
Oops!
This group of people immediately became excited. As the tallest building in Hong Kong Island, the Mandarin Hotel is very famous, and the people are also very happy to hear about supernatural events.
Two plus one, this is absolutely big news!
As a result, the reporters from the newspapers rushed out like flies in the water, holding long guns and short cannons, and began to use various connections to understand the truth and falsehood of the incident and the whole story.
…
Mandarin Hotel.
Starting from breakfast time, the story that the hotel was haunted last night spread among the guests.
Not long after, the hotel ushered in a wave of check-outs, and guests hurriedly fled the place with their luggage.
"This is your money, please keep it."
"Welcome to visit next time, Mr. Zhang!"
Lobby front desk.
The young lady at the front desk looked at the guests hurriedly leaving the hotel with a forced smile, looked down at the registration form, and said with a wry smile: "There are only three guests left in the room who have not checked out, and there are also guests who have booked before.
I called several times and said I couldn’t come.”
"Why!"
Everyone around him lamented.
In the corner, a pretty girl was trying her best to persuade a colleague with whom she usually got along well.
"Don't be in such a hurry to resign. Didn't you say that Master You will hold a forum tonight?"
"So what if the ghost is caught? Look at the ghostly state of the hotel now. I don't know how long it will take for it to recover. Okay, I won't tell you anymore. I have to go to the Hilton for an interview later."
I had already found my next colleague and left quickly. After a while, I came to the lobby manager's office and put my resignation letter in front of him.
"Don't forget me when you get rich in the future."
The lobby manager didn't embarrass her, nor did he try to persuade her to stay, nor did she ask for a reason, because everyone knew it very well, so they signed the contract happily and sent her out of the office with a smile.
Subsequently, employees here began to resign one after another.
This continued until after ten o'clock, when the wave of resignations finally stopped.
"call!"
The lobby manager who was sitting on the chair let out a tired breath, leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes and rested his mind for a while.
Not long after, he sat up straight and took out a resignation letter from the drawer.
The Mandarin Hotel is probably going to be abandoned, so it's better to find another job as soon as possible to avoid wasting its limited golden period.
…
"Okay, I'll be there soon!"
"that's all."
In a luxurious bungalow in the mid-level villa area adjacent to Central to the north, Happy Valley to the east, and the top of the mountain to the south, Land Company Chairman Hugh Barton, who was resting at home, hung up the phone with a sullen face and walked to the room with a frown.
Sit down in front of the leather sofa shipped from Italy, light a cigar and think quietly.
The phone call just now was from the board of directors of Land Company. The purpose was to ask him to come over as soon as possible so that everyone could discuss matters related to the Mandarin Hotel.
What he is thinking about now is how to minimize the company's losses and allow him to keep his current position.
Ultimately, he has something to do with the hotel's haunted incident, and it will definitely become a weapon used by some opponents to attack him.
As for whether it is true or false, it is no longer important to him because the impact has already been produced. Even if he knows it is false, will anyone be willing to believe it?
After a long time.
Hugh Barton put out the cigar in his hand, got up slowly, put on his clothes and hat, and went downstairs with a cane.
When he passed the living room on the first floor, he saw his wife drinking tea and chatting with his daughter. He paused, hesitated for a moment, and then told her: "Tell Carol to move to the church and live there for a few days."
"What's wrong?" the wife asked in confusion.
"The woman he accidentally killed turned into an evil spirit and appeared in the hotel yesterday." Hugh Barton sighed and hurried out of the house.
Although he could not yet determine whether the incident was true or false, he did not dare to gamble with the life of his beloved son, so it was better to be more prepared.
"Oh God!"
The mother and daughter suddenly panicked and hurriedly got up and went to the second floor. After a while, they took a young man with a perverse face out of the house and drove to the church.
As for Hugh Barton, he soon came to the Land Company located in an office building in Sheung Wan.
"Mr. Chairman."
Seeing him, the secretary quickly stepped forward and reported: "The directors have been waiting for you in the conference room for a long time, and... the atmosphere is a bit bad."
"I see."
As expected, Hugh Barton nodded lightly, put his cane under his arm, and walked towards the conference room in an unhurried and unhurried pace, trying his best to maintain the elegance and composure of an English gentleman.
Although he always does things that are no different from bandits.
After a while.
The secretary who was following him closely opened the door of the conference room for him. Hugh Barton walked in smoothly under the gaze of all the board members, took off his hat apologetically and saluted.
"Sorry, I'm late."
"You're finally here!"
Before he could sit down, an old white man said in a hurry: "This is a critical moment in negotiations with the Stanley Fund. Such a big thing has happened to the hotel. Think about what to do."
Hugh Barton gave him a calm look, then looked at everyone and said: "Let me tell you what you think first."
"I think we should contact all the newspapers first, spend money to suppress the matter, and then restart negotiations with the Stanley Fund as soon as possible before the matter spreads, and dump the hotel to them."
"I object. This way we will be very passive and even lose a lot of money."
"If you drag it on, you will lose more!"
"Then it's better to give up the sale. Let's just keep it in our hands and run it for a while, and then we'll make the move when things start to improve."
"Are you so sure that Master You can catch that ghost? What if he can't? How can we make progress? Besides, given the current situation in Hong Kong Island, who knows what will happen in the future!"
"Damn it, you don't really believe that the hotel is haunted, do you? Where in the world do ghosts come from!"
