"Thank you, Master. If I can really make a fortune, I will repay you with a generous gift!"
"Haha, I hope Mr. Lang can be happy with all your hardships."
"With your kind words, I will take my leave now."
"Walk slowly."
At the entrance of the scented paper shop, Lang Hongjie, who had received Na Qingyuan's guidance, left Sai Yangcai Street with full hope. His steps were firm and his eyes were filled with hope. He was completely different from the lifeless and downtrodden businessman when he came.
"Thank you for meeting me, otherwise there would have been one more lonely grave in the suburbs!"
Outside the shop door, Qingyuan was holding a thin red envelope in his hand, looking at Lang Hongjie walking away, feeling quite happy in his heart.
This guy is now a stone statue that is about to be broken. Any opportunity may be regarded as hope by him who has lost his mind. At the same time, a slight blow may completely shatter him.
In his current situation, he is the best person to deceive. If he meets those evil villains, he will definitely have to block the pants he deceived, and finally kick him into the abyss after being devoured.
Fortunately, he now met Qingyuan, who gave him hope of living again.
And this hope is naturally Chu Heng.
In order to help the hotel recover as soon as possible and even surpass its peak, this guy cooperated with Qingyuan again. He planned to let the old man find a few suitable unlucky people to stay in Room 1805 of the Mandarin Hotel, and then he would take action secretly.
, help these people turn around, and use these people as living signs to build 1805, which is regarded as a dangerous house, into a lucky house that can bring people good fortune.
Obviously, Lang Hongjie was the lucky one selected by the old man.
"Haha, it's really a misfortune and a blessing."
When Lang Hongjie walked away, the old man looked away, quickly took out the two hundred yuan in the red envelope and put it away. He limped towards the store with a public phone on the street with a cane, intending to give it to Chu.
Hengtong ventilation.
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In the evening, when the sky is dark, the neon lights of the shops and street lights on Hong Kong Island are already lit up. The Mandarin Oriental Hotel, located not far from the busy Victoria Harbour, is also brightly lit at this time.
The discount activity is still going on, the lobby is bustling with guests, and the employees are all busy without touching the floor. Not only is no one tired, but they are all enjoying themselves.
Having experienced the hotel unemployment crisis, they know the importance of a stable job better than anyone else, and they are so busy that they want to die right now.
"Good evening, Mr. Lang, how can I serve you?"
In the chaotic and orderly lobby, a haggard-looking Lang Hongjie walked in slowly, and was greeted warmly by a sweet-looking girl.
Lang Hongjie looked at the magnificent lobby, then turned around and looked at the beautiful girl in front of him. He was not surprised that she knew him, because he used to live here a lot when he was rich.
But now, things have changed.
"I'm staying in a hotel." He sighed.
"Okay, please come with me." The sweet girl smiled, bowed, and led him to the front desk.
"Good evening, Mr. Lang."
After the two of them came over, a young lady at the front desk greeted her with a smile and then asked in a familiar manner: "What kind of room do you need today?"
"I want room 1805." Lang Hongjie said in a dull voice.
"..."
The area around him instantly became quiet. The smiles on the faces of the young lady at the front desk and the sweet girl suddenly froze. Some employees and guests who heard what he said also looked at this fierce man who took the initiative to live in a dangerous room in surprise.
Soon, the lady at the front desk came back to her senses and repeatedly confirmed: "You...are you talking about room 1805?"
"That's right, it's 1805. Please get me a room quickly." Lang Hongjie didn't like the strange looks from the people around him, so he impatiently took out a wad of crumpled bills from his pocket and threw it on the counter.
"Okay, please wait."
The young lady with a strong sense of professionalism suppressed her inner surprise, quickly took the money, counted it, quickly checked him in, and respectfully handed a key to him.
“Wish you a pleasant stay.”
"Thanks."
Lang Hongjie grabbed the key and turned towards the elevator.
The eyes of the people around him also followed him, and while they kept looking at him, they also wondered if he had any special hobbies that made him take the initiative to live in a haunted house!
In the corner of the lobby, A Dong, who had been enjoying himself recently, looked deeply at Lang Hongjie, quickly came to his side, bowed his head and said good evening, and stood quietly waiting for the elevator.
Not long after.
The elevator came down and A Dong and Lang Hongjie walked in.
When they reached the 18th floor, the elevator door slowly opened. Lang Hongjie stepped out of the elevator without changing his expression, and went to room 1805 under the reception of the waiter.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"
In the elevator, as soon as Lang Hongjie left, A Dong, who had experienced the ghost hunting incident, pressed the door button with a nervous expression. He looked nervously at the corridor outside and muttered: "Damn, every time I come here
I feel so cold on my back! It’s so weird!”
Soon, the elevator closed and continued upward.
A few minutes later, Adong arrived at the presidential suite where Chu Heng lived on the top floor.
"Dong dong dong!"
Knock on the door.
"Squeak!"
Cen Hao, who had a chicken claw in his mouth, came over and opened the door. Seeing A Dong coming, he grinned and pulled him in: "Let's have a drink together?"
"No, Brother Hao, I still have something to report to Mr. Chu. Let's wait until after get off work. I'll treat you to a supper." A Dong shook his head and hurried to the living room to find Chu who was discussing something with Martin. Constant.
"Mr. Chu, Mr. Martin." After greeting him, he quickly came to Chu Heng and whispered in his ear: "Someone has moved into 1805."
"It's pretty fast." Chu Heng smiled when he heard this, turned to him and told him: "Then do as I told you before, and you must let this news spread."
"clear!"
A Dong nodded, turned around and left, still speculating on the boss's intentions.
After he left, Chu Heng looked back at Martin and asked, "Tell me, do you have any good suggestions that can bring Lang Hongjie back to life?"
"It's very simple."
Martin put down the information about Lang Hongjie in his hand, took a leisurely puff of his cigar, and said casually: "Before he experienced the fire, his factory was in very good condition. It had its own products and its own channels, so
All he needs is a sum of funds to buy some equipment, buy some raw materials, and repair the factory, which will help him get back on his feet."
"But I don't think such an investment is of much value. Judging from his previous situation, even if the factory is re-established, it will only bring you hundreds of thousands of income every year, which is dispensable to you.
"
"So?" Chu Heng became interested, crossed his legs, and looked at him calmly.
"Increase investment, introduce technology, develop new products, and expand business scope."
