The conference room was as noisy as a vegetable market for a long time before the directors of Land Company finally reached an agreement with the concession of Hugh Barton and the strong persuasion of several of his allies.
"Then it's decided."
"I will ask people to communicate with those newspapers to temporarily suppress the news about the hotel, and at the same time complete negotiations with the Stanley Fund as soon as possible."
"As for the company's losses... I will bear part of it."
Hugh Barton announced the result expressionlessly, glanced at his old rival who was sitting on the lower left side of him and was sneering, slowly closed the book in his hand, stood up and bowed gracefully to the others in the room, and took the
Picking up the notebook and holding the cane under his arm, Shi Shiran left the conference room.
Completely ignoring the joking glances behind him.
It didn't take long.
More than a dozen Land Company employees hurriedly left their workplaces and rushed to various newspaper offices on Hong Kong Island to temporarily suppress the news about the Mandarin Hotel through coercion or inducements.
At the same time, Martin's team also received a call from the Land Company, who expressed their willingness to restart negotiations as soon as possible.
…
Hilton Hotel.
After several days of waiting, Chu Heng finally saw Avima again.
"These are some high-quality plots and properties on Hong Kong Island that I have sorted out through various channels. Take a look and see if any of them are of interest to you."
In the hotel living room, Avima placed a document in front of Chu Heng, then lowered herself and sat next to him, her legs gently closed, her hands resting naturally on her knees, her manners were generous and decent, and the flat gold on the bridge of her nose
The silk glasses make her body exude an intellectual beauty.
This girl has changed her style again...
Unfortunately, Chu Heng was not in the mood to appreciate it. He couldn't wait to pick up the information on the table, opened it, and read it carefully.
Avima didn't bother him, just sipping the coffee that the waiter had just brought.
Cen Hao huddled in the bedroom and secretly read the newly bought Chuanjin comics.
After a long time, Chu Heng put down the information in his hand and said in surprise: "I didn't expect that there are so many properties for sale in Central! How could they give up?"
"They are all guys who have a pessimistic attitude towards the Hong Kong government." Avima smiled and shrugged. As if she suddenly remembered something, she leaned forward and whispered: "By the way, there is something I want to talk to you about."
Tell me, I heard that the Hong Kong government will make big moves after the year, and the Hong Kong governor is preparing to implement many new policies that will benefit the people, which will most likely improve the current situation on Hong Kong Island."
"Is the news accurate?" Chu Heng raised his eyebrows.
"Then I don't know. I heard this news by chance when I went to the Hong Kong Governor's house for afternoon tea yesterday. It is said that it is still in the discussion stage." Avima kept a smile on her face, but there was a faint smile in her eyebrows.
Her emotions betrayed her pride.
Being able to have afternoon tea at the Governor's house is indeed a kind of bragging rights for most people.
"Tsk, tsk, your circle is getting bigger and bigger now." Chu Heng couldn't help but start to covet her again, wishing to take her place.
If he had such connections, would he still bother with the idea of going to the Mandarin Hotel? He could easily make a lot of money!
There was even a moment when he had the idea of cooperating with this hag.
However, as soon as this idea came up, Chu Heng threw it out of his mind.
Because he still can’t trust Avima for the time being.
Then the two of them chatted for a while. When it was almost lunch time, Chu Heng called Cen Hao who was reading a book inside and blushed. They went downstairs together and went to the restaurant to have lunch. Then the three of them took the
The information compiled by Avima started from the hotel and went on-site to check the conditions of the plots and properties he had chosen.
I plan to wait until the matter at the Mandarin Hotel is settled before making the purchase.
…
At midnight, the stars dimmed. The howling north wind swept over Hong Kong Island, and there were bursts of harsh sounds in the dark night, like the whimpering of evil spirits.
"Master You, when will we open the forum?"
"There's no rush, we have to wait until after twelve o'clock, when the yin energy between heaven and earth is the strongest, and Amei will also show up."
Outside the door of Room 1805 of the Mandarin Hotel, a large group of hotel employees gathered to watch the excitement. Master Eugene Fire was surrounded by them like stars, sitting in a sofa chair with a straight face.
Recharge your batteries.
In front of him was the door of room 1805. There was an offering table, on which were placed a peach wood sword, three pure bells, a money sword, a yellow talisman, an incense burner, candles, white rice and other things needed to open the altar.
thing.
"Click, click."
The second hand of the quartz clock in the corridor is swinging tremblingly like a dying old man.
The hotel employees around Eugene Huo, including the general manager, looked at him nervously, quietly waiting for the time to come.
More than ten minutes passed like this.
When the pointer of the quartz clock just crossed the twelve mark, Eugene Huo suddenly opened his eyes and shouted sternly: "The time is up, let's open the altar!"
"Yes! Master!"
Immediately, two strong men came forward, lit the two red candles inserted in the candlesticks on the altar, and then respectfully retreated to both sides.
Immediately afterwards, Eugene Huo stood up and stepped forward, picked up the mahogany sword on the table, slowly closed his eyes, and recited plausibly: "Zhengyang Mingtang, the ultimate way of Tai Chi, the innate gods, the reincarnation of the three realms..."
The people around him quickly took a few steps back and looked at him with bated breath, feeling confused.
Then……
There is no more.
Before Eugene finished reciting the fire spell, his vision suddenly went dark, and he lost consciousness. He fell limply to the ground. Then others also passed out one after another, and fell in confusion at the door of room 1805.
The corridor immediately became quiet, with only the quartz clock still turning rhythmically.
More than twenty minutes passed like this.
A room on the 18th floor suddenly opened, and Cen Hao, dressed in red, walked out with a slumped face. He took the lead in front of Eugene Huo, raised his arms and made a big push.
"Bah bang bang!"
After beating the old man until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, Cen Hao took out the Ecstasy and began to brainwash them one by one.
After working for more than an hour, he packed up his things and left the hotel, going to the bathhouse to meet Chu Heng.
After a while, at about three o'clock in the middle of the night, Eugene Huoyou woke up after falling into a coma. The old liar opened his eyes blankly, looking at the overturned altar, and instantly recalled in his mind,
The scene where he was pushed against the wall by the female ghost in red and beaten violently.
"Ghost!"
The old man, whose world view had collapsed, got up from the ground with a look of horror on his face and ran towards the stairs.
Immediately, other people woke up one after another, crying for their fathers and mothers and fleeing downstairs.
"Mom!"
"Don't kill me, Amei!"
"Wait for me, wait for me, my legs are too weak to stand up!"
