It was eight o'clock in the morning. Chu Heng and the others, who had been having fun most of the night yesterday, were still lying on the bed, fast asleep, and they all smelled of rouge.
At this moment, in the kitchen downstairs, Cheng Xi was standing in front of the stove making bean juice.
This thing was ordered by the old man. He started preparing it yesterday morning, soaking the beans, and precipitating and fermenting them. It took more than twenty hours to make this delicious meal.
The hotel's head chef led a group of cooks to watch around, looking at the gray soup in the pot and smelling the sour smell in the air that was more powerful than an armpit that hasn't been washed in seven days. The faces of all the people were abnormal.
Wonderful.
Looking at the fried liver and noodle tea on the side, everyone couldn't help but feel sorry for the people in the capital.
They haven’t eaten anything good here!
"Gudududu!"
The bean juice in the pot began to bubble and bubble under the fire, and soon it would overflow the edge of the pot, and the smell of swill became more and more intense.
Seeing this, Cheng Xi quickly turned off the heat, hummed a tune, poured the bean juice in the pot into a large porcelain basin, and then put it on the dining car together with other foods such as fried liver, burnt rings, fried enema, pickle sticks, etc.
, he said hello to the head chef and others and then pushed the cart out of the kitchen.
After Cheng Xi left, a group of people in the kitchen held their noses and gathered around the big pot where the bean juice was boiled. There was still a little bit left in it.
As for the effect, it is quite ideal.
Duan Changjin nodded, took the note and left the backstage. He went downstairs to the front kitchen and found Cheng Xi who had not come to get off work yet. He was happily listening to the radio. He politely sent the note: "Cheng Xiaochu, Mr. Chu's
Order food.”
I'll wait for the call again.
With that said, Ren Ling turned around and went back to the bedroom, washed her face and brushed her teeth, changed into clothes that looked like a dog, and then asked Chu Heng and a guy from outside Martin's team to leave the hotel together and go to the hotel that Avima gave me.
I went to conduct an on-site inspection of an office building that was listed for sale outside of this document.
When I was the general manager, the hotel looked like that. When I became the general manager, I still looked like that. Doesn't that make me look very useful?
Ren Lingji, who had slept all night, was sitting under a chair backstage with her eyes closed and concentrating. The two backstage sisters sitting next to me were so stingy that they dared to take a breath.
Smelling the alluring smell of swill, my mouth watered immediately. I greeted the two old men out of the restaurant with a smile on my face. Then I went to brush my teeth and wash my face, and then took out the things from the dining car and started spinning.
Cen Hao, who was sleeping soundly, woke up with a start as soon as he heard the seven words "Douzhier". He was even wearing pants, with only a pair of underpants underneath him. He jumped up from under the bed with his shirtless and hairy legs exposed, and ran slowly to open the door.
.
In this regard, Cen Hao had something to say. I had already given up my expectations after letting Chu Heng pretend to be a ghost and scare people. I knew that it might take a while for the hotel to return to its previous appearance.
But my boss felt distressed, but no one was sitting there.
Of course, everyone knows that the ghost who caused trouble in the Mandarin Hotel was caught.
General Manager Duan Changjin looked at the hotel, which looked like it was hanging with a sigh of relief. It was out of sight but out of mind.
Now that the economy is booming, there are not many vacancies in hotels, and guests are making reservations and getting rooms, where do they want to stay? Is it worth staying in a hotel that has been haunted?
After waiting for more than ten minutes, the phone in the background finally rang.
A mouthful of sour and sweet soybean juice is appetizing, followed by fried rings and fried enema.
During those eight days, Ren Ling basically went out early and came back late every day, looking for real estate worth buying, and was so busy that her feet almost touched the floor.
"Okay, you guys are eating. If you have nothing to do, you can leave first."
"Dingle bell!"
"bad."
After we finished reading that one, we rushed to the last house without stopping and didn't come back until daybreak.
On Hong Kong Island, there is only a seven-star hotel like the Mandarin, such as the Hilton, Ugly Hotel, Peninsula, etc., and all of them are much worse than it.
Moreover, when I bought the hotel from the Land Company, it was a full 20 to 10 million cheaper. Compared with that huge amount of money, the tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of dollars that day was nothing. I could just afford to pay the loss.
, I feel a little distressed, after all, if you really want to calculate it, the money is still paid for the real estate purchase...
…
Therefore, after some careful consideration, Duan Changjin felt that he should do something to prove himself.
"Oh, come back slowly, come back slowly, I've been thinking about that mouth for a long time!"
Therefore, after those eight days, the Mandarin Hotel basically saw some improvement.
Get off a little early and go to the backstage of the chapel.
So, not last night, I lit up the lamp and wrote a plan. I ran to the hotel early in the morning and waited for Cen Hao to submit the plan to me before he got up.
On the first day, more than a dozen houses were sold, on the seventh day it was less than 70, and on the eighth day it slowly picked up again, with only four houses sold!
Cheng Xi raised his head and looked at me with a wicked smile and said, "Aren't you worried? After all, we pee standing up, every spit is a nail. When you get back, you can find your employer and resign, and when you're done, you can bring your apprentices over."
"
Just like that, eight days passed in the blink of an eye.
"Bang bang bang!"
According to past practice, Cen Hao would call the backstage to order food before getting up, and Duan Changjin was going to take advantage of the meal delivery opportunity to hand over his plan to me as soon as possible.
And after the overwhelming reports about the Mandarin Hotel in the newspapers in those days, this old man has become completely famous. Everyone knows that there is no such a powerful ghost hunter in Hong Kong Island, right?
Many people come to me and ask me to tell fortunes and ward off evil spirits.
For the Mandarin Hotel, which has hundreds of rooms, the occupancy rate is just that, not to mention making money, even the wages of the employees are lost, and the loss will be tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands.
I knew that Cheng Xi was a friend of Master Cen Hao, so naturally I dared to act like a general manager.
"Mr. Chu wants steamed buns stuffed with fried liver and pork and shallots, and Brother Hao wants soy milk and fried dough sticks."
In line with the professional idea of knowing the food from all over the world, the head chef frowned and looked at it. After hesitating for a while, he asked someone to scoop out the bean juice from the bottom of the pot and try to take a sip.
Ouch, this is so comfortable!
"You had a great time those two days!"
When he was young, Cen Hao, who had eaten and drank enough, stood up, wiped his mouth with satisfaction, touched his round belly, chewed his teeth, and asked Cheng Xi cheerfully: "Old man, have you forgotten the bad things we said yesterday?"
Bar?"
"vomit!"
After eating for a while, Ren Ling and Dao Hui also started to smell the smell. They came over to see that there was no bean juice to drink today, so they went back to wash their faces and brush their teeth, and then hurriedly
Ran back to eat.
A big sister quickly picked up the phone, um um uh uh uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh, uh uh ah, ah ah, confirmed it again, and then handed a piece of paper to Duan Changjin, who had been waiting for a long time.
Cheng Xi slowly pushed the dining cart downstairs and called Qingyuan Qian. The two of them walked into the presidential suite together, patted the door of the room with their hands, and shouted at the top of their lungs: "Hurry up and open the door. We have just come out."
The bean juice in the pot will get cold if you wait a little longer and it will be bad to drink!"
