The door opened, and Lang Hongjie stood outside the door, looking calmly at this sinister house that has been talked about by everyone on Hong Kong Island in recent times.
Then, he stepped in without hesitation, turned on the light, and closed the door. Following his previous habit, he first went to the bathroom to turn on the faucet and put hot water into the bathtub, and then came to the bathroom while the water was running.
I closed the curtains by the window, took off my clothes, and then returned to the bathroom again and took a comfortable hot bath.
After washing up, he followed Qingyuan's instructions and put the shoes upright and backwards at the door. He also took a glass of water and placed it in the southeast corner of the room. Then he turned off the light and got into bed. He thought about it for a while and then closed his eyes.
Fall into a deep sleep.
As for the fact that people had died in this room and there were ghosts in it, he didn't care at all.
As he said, there is nothing more terrible in this world than poverty!
While he was sleeping, A Dong, under Chu Heng's instructions, quickly spread the news that someone had stayed in the haunted house, and almost all hotel guests knew about it.
Everyone was talking about it for a while. Some people were curious about his motives for living in a haunted house. Even if it wasn't haunted, it was still unlucky, wasn't it?
There are even people who are secretly looking forward to some weird events to bring some fun to their boring lives.
Always, many good people turn their attention to room 1805.
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The next day, the morning light was faint and the breeze was gentle.
At around six o'clock in the morning, Lang Hongjie, who had gone to bed early yesterday, opened his eyes from the bed, feeling refreshed and full of energy.
Perhaps it was because of expectations, or maybe it was related to the hot bath. He had been suffering from insomnia and dreaminess for a while, and he slept very soundly last night. He didn't even have a single dream, and slept until dawn.
"It seems that the master is right. This room may really have become a lucky house! It's so comfortable to sleep in." Lang Hongjie stood up slowly and subconsciously attributed all this to the specialness of the room.
He glanced at the water glass in the southeast corner and the shoes at the door, exhaled expectantly, then quickly got out of bed, went into the bathroom to wash up, and came out of the room after a while, preparing to go to the restaurant for breakfast.
At the end of the corridor, two waiters who were on duty on this floor yesterday heard the sound of him coming out and immediately ran out of the lounge.
"Good morning, Mr. Lang."
"Would you like to clean your room?"
The two secretly looked at him, trying to catch something unusual about him, but unfortunately they found nothing, which made them a little disappointed.
"No, thank you."
Lang Hongjie ignored their looks. He was in good condition, smiled and nodded, then strode to the elevator. After waiting for a while, he took the elevator to a restaurant on the seventh floor.
The Mandarin Hotel has multiple restaurants, located on different floors. There are coffee shops, Western restaurants, Cantonese restaurants, and a hodgepodge. You can order and cook everything.
This one on the seventh floor is the hodgepodge restaurant, and it is also a place that provides free meals to guests.
After Lang Hongjie came over, he immediately attracted some attention. Most of these people were employees who knew his identity and some guests who knew him.
"Mr. Lang, please come this way."
A pretty waiter immediately came forward and led him to a table with a smile to sit down. After taking his order, he quietly left.
"Bata!"
After looking at the waiter who was walking away, Lang Hongjie took out a cigarette and lit a cigarette. While puffing away at the smoke, he looked out the window at the busy Victoria Harbor not far away, feeling a little confused.
The master said that after today, the time will turn around, but in what way?
What should he do?
"Lao Lang."
Just when Lang Hongjie was thinking wildly, a middle-aged man with a somewhat fat figure ran over. The two used to be business partners and had a fairly good relationship.
"I heard that you stayed in that haunted house yesterday? How did you feel? Did you see a female ghost?" He asked with a gossipy look.
"Yes, yes, did you hear any strange noises or anything?"
"I heard that there are women crying there at night."
At this time, two more people came over, both of whom were friends with Lang Hongjie.
"That place is no longer a haunted house."
Lang Hongjie withdrew his gaze, glanced at the three well-dressed friends in front of him, his eyes were quite complex, and then told him in a casual way that he went to Qingyuan to change his fortune.
"So that's it!"
After hearing this, several people nodded suddenly, and then a friend asked curiously: "How do you feel? Is there any luck?"
"I feel like a ghost. I just came out of the room, okay? It couldn't have been so fast." Lang Hongjie rolled her eyes at him.
"That's right." The friend smiled bitterly and added: "Then if you really get lucky, you must tell me and I will stay there for one night."
"Aren't you afraid of being haunted?" Lang Hongjie glanced at him.
"As long as it makes me rich, I can sleep with a ghost in my arms!" The friend chuckled, revealing his heart that had been filled with desire.
"Crazy thread."
The obese man who came first laughed and scolded him, then looked at Lang Hongjie and asked: "Lao Lang, have you considered what I told you last time? Do you want to sell it?"
Lang Hongjie frowned when he heard this. After hesitating for a moment, he shook his head and said, "I'll think about it for a few more days."
His friend introduced him to someone some time ago to buy the land for his factory, but now the real estate in Hong Kong has shrunk significantly, and the land is at a bargain price. The price they gave him is not even enough to repay the usurious loan he borrowed. Plus,
He still had some hope for his own factory, so he didn't agree for the time being.
"Hurry up. If you wait any longer, the other party may change their mind. There are a lot of land for sale on Hong Kong Island now." The fat man frowned and reminded.
"I know, okay, let's stop talking and eat first."
Just at this time, the waiter came over with the meal. Lang Hongjie looked at the obese man with a sullen face and started eating breakfast in silence.
After finishing his meal and having nothing to talk about, he said goodbye to his friends, went back to the room to get his things, went downstairs to check out and left the hotel.
At the same time, the fact that room 1805 turned into a lucky house also spread among the guests through the deliberate guidance of his friends and A Dong.
Not many people are skeptical about this.
In this way, two days passed quickly.
Just when Lang Hongjie was annoyed by the debt collectors of the society, a Citigroup man who claimed to be from Tom Financial, one of several offshore companies registered by Chu Heng, called him and said that he was interested in
I bought his factory and wanted to cooperate with him.
When he heard the news, Lang Hongjie, who had already begun to doubt the authenticity of Qingyuan's words, felt his heart pounding, and had a premonition that his fortune might really turn around!
