It’s a Bit Early To Cross

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This time travel is a bit early. Chapter 1405: It’s your turn to accommodate me. In the corridor on the 18th floor of the hotel, a group of hotel executives and reporters who had just woken up from their trance state were looking at the clear distance where the immortal spirit was. They are all in awe.

After all, they just 'saw' with their own eyes that the other party had subdued an evil spirit by displaying his power. This was truly a wise man!

"Great! Great! Our hotel can be saved!"

"Thank you, master, thank you, master!"

"Haha! This **** guy was finally executed!"

Duan Changjin, Lin Zuwu and other hotel executives who had just been promoted by Chu Heng cheered and cheered. They were all in their thirties and forties, and they were as happy as three or four-year-old idiots.

The ghost has been caught, and the hotel's problems will naturally be solved. It only takes a little time to buffer, and people will gradually forget that the Wen Dahua Hotel was haunted. By then, the hotel's business will naturally improve, and then, The area under their buttocks that hasn't been warmed yet can be heated for a long time.

"Then Master!"

At this time, a dark, skinny, middle-aged male reporter came forward with a smile on his face, looked at the old man with admiration, and asked cautiously: "Can you cooperate with us and let us take some photos?"

"this…"

Qingyuan, who had come with the purpose of becoming famous, frowned when he heard this and pretended to hesitate.

Chu Heng saw the opportunity and cooperated: "Master, please help them take some photos. It's not easy for everyone to stay up so late."

"Yes, yes, master, let us take a few pictures." The thin man said quickly.

Then Qingyuan reluctantly nodded and said: "Okay, I'll just take a few pictures, but I'm really tired and want to go back to rest as soon as possible. Please move faster."

"Thank you, Master, we will be fine soon."

Remembering it, I rushed forward and picked up the camera in my hand to take pictures.

Chu Heng hurriedly reached out to cover his face, and quickly hid aside to prevent these people from taking pictures of him.

His identity as the owner of the Mandarin Hotel is not yet known to his family. If these people take the photo and it happens to be seen by his family, he will be in trouble!

"Kakakaka."

There was a burst of flashing lights.

Soon the reporters took photos, and some of them were still looking at Chu Heng.

This guy is young, rich, handsome, and a diamond king. He is also a big hit!

As a result, someone walked up to him with a camera and said, "Mr. Chu, look here."

Chu Heng raised his hands to cover his face again, and then said apologetically: "I'm sorry, everyone, I don't like taking pictures, please forgive me."

After saying this, he glanced at Duan Jinchang.

Duan Changjin hurriedly stepped forward to block it. With a smile on his face, he took out a stack of red envelopes from his arms and handed them out to the reporters: "I'm sorry to have you all stay up for so long. This is a little kindness from our hotel. Please have a midnight snack." , please don’t dislike it.”

The reporters took the red envelope, and some of them couldn't wait to open it on the spot and take a look. When they saw that there was a full 200 yuan of travel fare inside, they all smiled. They immediately forgot about taking pictures of Chu Heng and looked at it. Duan Changjin thanked him repeatedly.

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"Thank you Mr. Duan."

"Wow, what a big red envelope!"

"Thanks!"

While they were receiving red envelopes, Chu Heng took the old man and his son into the elevator quietly and went to the presidential suite on the top floor.

It didn't take long.

After receiving the money, the reporters happily took the elevator downstairs as Duan Changjin and others saw them off.

As soon as they arrived in the lobby, a group of employees who were waiting for the results hurriedly gathered around and asked all kinds of questions.

"how is everything?"

"Has Amei been driven away?"

"Oh, come on, I'm so anxious."

Duan Jinchang saw that the situation was a little out of control. He quickly stepped forward, raised his hand to press down, and shouted with a smile: "Okay, okay, don't make any noise. Don't worry, everyone, the evil ghost upstairs has been killed by the master." Once it’s eradicated, everyone can work in peace and contentment from now on.”

"Very good!"

"There's no need to look for a job now."

"Great!"

When everyone heard this, some breathed a sigh of relief, while others danced and cheered, celebrating for having saved their jobs.

But no one noticed that at the door of the hotel, a plainly dressed old lady had a face full of grief. Two lines of tears could not stop flowing from her muddy old eyes, which soon wetted her clothes.

She was Amei's mother, and she was the only one among the people present who didn't want the evil spirit upstairs to be eradicated.

It really goes with that sentence. Sometimes, people's joys and sorrows are incompatible.

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The next day, morning.

"Mr. Chu, here are all the morning papers for today."

In the presidential suite of the Mandarin Hotel, Adong, who had just been promoted to deputy front office manager, stood in front of Chu Heng with a smile on his face and a stack of newspapers that he bought on the street early in the morning.

"Put it there."

Chu Heng, who had just gotten up, pointed sleepily at the coffee table in the room. Under the white silk nightgown, the two half-haired legs were so dazzling that people couldn't help but have the urge to grab a handful of them.

"Okay." A Dong put the newspaper over in a hurry, and then asked thoughtfully: "Mr. Chu, would you like to bring you some breakfast?"

"Then just give it away..." Chu Heng, who was about to deal with it casually, suddenly paused and remembered that he was now the owner of the Mandarin Hotel. He no longer needed to accommodate the tastes of people here. Instead, he needed other People come to accommodate him.

So, he, who had been thinking about the bite at home for a long time, couldn't help but lick his lips and said: "Tell the kitchen, I want to eat sugar pancakes, soy milk, tofu curd... salty ones, the kind with chili oil, I'll come back when I'm done." Order fried liver and fried dough sticks."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cen Hao from the back room stuck his head out, swallowing his saliva, and said with bright eyes: "Here's some bean juice and a focus circle!"

"Go away, aren't you sincerely trying to make things difficult for me? Where can I get this Douzhier thing for you in a while?" Chu Heng rolled his eyes at him.

"That's right, soybean juice needs to be fermented. How can you order it fresh?" Na Qingyuan came out of another room with a red face at this time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The old man hasn't eaten much at home since he made it. At this moment He was also greedy. He came to Adong with a smile and said kindly: "Young man, if you are tired, I will give the old man a bowl of noodles and tea. It would be better if there is stinky tofu, and some pickles." Silk, you don’t need to put anything else, just put some soy sauce and vinegar.”

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"I'll have a bowl too!" Na Daohui also ran out.

"Oh, I'll go right away."

A Dong, who was confused after hearing this, scratched his head and left, feeling very puzzled.

Salted tofu brain? And add chili oil? Is that for people to eat?

Also, what is bean juice? What is fried liver?

Full of doubts, he hurriedly took the elevator downstairs and found Liu Shixian, the catering manager who was chatting with the head chef in the restaurant, and recounted a lot of things Chu Heng ordered.

Liu Shixian was also stunned when he heard this. He quickly asked the chef next to him: "Can you do it?"

"Every other kitchen can make it. It's just that the fried liver and noodle tea are a bit difficult. I only know that this thing comes from the capital of China. I really don't know how to make it." The head chef said a little embarrassed.

"Then quickly find someone who can do it, hurry up, hurry up, don't keep Mr. Chu waiting! Otherwise, you all can go home and eat old rice without you!" Liu Shixian suddenly panicked. This was what happened after the big boss took over the hotel. If he couldn't satisfy even this for the first meal, wouldn't it mean that he, as a manager, is incapable of doing his job? Do you want to do it again in the future?

"Okay, I'll go right away."

The head chef hurriedly ran to the kitchen.