The rainy season is an unpleasant season. The air feels humid. If you take one more breath, it feels like moisture has been injected into your lungs.
Shandao Changyu dislikes the rainy season in Hong Kong City very much. Even if he stays in a super five-star hotel and opens the curtains and can see the scenery of Victoria Harbor, there is no way to erase his dislike of the rainy season in Hong Kong City.
The doorbell rang, and the standard Japanese good morning greeting came from the waiter who came to clean the room.
Taking out the gun from under the pillow, Shandao Changyu came over and checked it with his electronic eyes. It was indeed the hotel manager and waiter who had been providing him with translations in the past few days.
He put the pistol directly on his waist, pulled down the safety catch, and asked the hotel manager who greeted him, "When will this damn weather end? I hate this weather in Hong Kong City."
The hotel manager signaled the waiter to go in first, bowed slightly to the guest, and replied very politely, "I'm very sorry, sir, the rainy season in Hong Kong City lasts about half a month, and tomorrow will be a very nice sunny day."
The waiter cleaned the room very quickly, changing the quilt cover, changing the bed cover, cleaning the bathroom, and even said "excuse me" to Shandao Changyu while using the vacuum cleaner.
Perhaps because of the waiter's strong professionalism, Shandao Changyu's gloomy face has softened slightly.
The mobile phone placed on the bedside table was vibrating. The waiter who happened to be busy next to him looked at it lightly and quickly, and a group of mobile phone numbers for incoming calls from Hong Kong City came into view.
The sound of the vacuum cleaner was a bit loud, and Shandao Changyu didn't hear it. He was still chatting with the hotel manager.
"Oh, I heard you say that the person in charge of the Mei family is already Mr. Shen? How did I hear that when Mr. Mei abdicated, he handed over the Mei company to his grandson?"
Their topic was about Mei's Enterprise in Hong Kong City. Shandao Changyu's identity was a businessman who came to Hong Kong City to discuss business.
Ever since Mr. Mei's only daughter was killed, to the time when Mr. Mei abdicated and his son-in-law Shen Sheng took over, the topic of Mei's enterprise has not stopped for more than a year, and the hotel manager seems to have gotten used to it.
Their hotel is a competitor to the St. Paul Hotel owned by May Enterprises, and there will always be some guests who will ask them about May Enterprises.
The hotel manager smiled and told Shandao Changyu what he had read or heard in the newspaper. The conversation did not stop until the waiter turned off the vacuum cleaner.
Shandao Changyu was very satisfied with the waiter's service. After saying "wait a moment", he walked to the bedside table and took out a hundred hundred tips from the drawer. He also took his mobile phone in his hand.
After closing the door, Shandao Changyu's somewhat cool voice came, "You must come over tonight!"
"Shen Shuosheng is quite cunning. The way he contacts Shandao Changyu changes at any time. This number..." Gu Chen pushed the number he just saw on his mobile phone in front of Duan Zhaoan, "The new number is very
It may be another one-off. However, his patience is running out. If I guess correctly, Shen Shuosheng should show up tonight."
This is Gu Chen's visit to Hong Kong City again. There are two targets this time, one is Shen Shuosheng and the other is Shandao Changyu.
Duan Zhaoan, one of the successful entrepreneurs from both sides of the Taiwan Strait exchange meeting, also stayed at the Daying Hotel, which is the same hotel as Shandao Changyu.
