Jiang Hao stood in the middle of the road, looking around, only seeing the empty street.

It was past ten o'clock in the evening, and although the provincial capital was prosperous, people also fell asleep early.

"You're so dazzled when you're in a car, you're all black Momo and ghostly shadows."

Seeing that Xiaoli was unwilling to give up, Snake Zai tried to find the person he followed, and pulled him over his shoulder and walked forward.

"It's so late, go find a guesthouse early."

Jiang Hao also turned around and began to search for the guesthouse.

Fried Sauce Chang and Chushuihui yawned one after another, and their steps were floating. There were small bungalows on the surroundings. The roadside was surrounded by big banyan trees with mixed roots and some rings. After walking a few steps, I saw a ancestral hall with blue bricks and black tiles lying on it.

In the middle of the street, the typical shape of the ancestral hall in Guangdong adds a touch of faith to this urban area.

Unfamiliar environment and dark night. Fortunately, after turning the corner, I saw a guesthouse with a wooden sign hanging on the wall. A string of green vines were hung on the wall, and several colorful lights were wrapped around it, making it look colorful.

Then, then

"Just that's it, I can't walk anymore."

Sweet Shouchang was as round and chubby as Sweet Shouchang. He panted and threw his backpack on the ground, squatting next to the small flower bed at the door.

"I'll ask for the price."

As soon as you enter the door, there are dim orange lights, and Guan Gong on the vertical red-brown wooden cabinet is like two red light bulbs. There is a dark red in the darkness, giving him a dark and mysterious feeling.

There was a person hidden behind the high front desk cabinet, only a half-tired head shell was seen, and the rustling sound of drinking tea.

After saying that, Jiang Hao took out the letter of introduction from his pocket. He could not stay in a hotel without the letter of introduction, so before leaving, Zhang Wu asked Secretary Li to open the letter of introduction. Jiang Hao put it in his arms to confirm that he had not lost it, so he always pinched the letter a few times.

Wrinkled.

"How many people?" The old man in the guesthouse took a teacup in one hand and sipped the "whispering" sound in his mouth. He took a sniffle in his hand. In the smoke, he was wearing reading glasses and squinted his eyes and looked at the letter paper.

Words on.

"6." Jiang Hao looked at the table. Although the old man looked sloppy, the tabletop was extremely clean. There was a stack of newspapers with four big words "Guangzhou Daily" written on the bright red.

"3 yuan a night, big room." The old man slapped the price tag on the table, took out a long list of keys in the drawer, and carefully looked for the room number on the key with the help of the faint light.

The old man pinched off the cigarette butt and threw it into the bucket. Mars was annihilated in the water, and a trace of blue smoke appeared. In the cramped space, the fragrance of tea and tobacco blended into one, which was very awake.

Jiang Hao never stayed in a guesthouse, and 3 yuan a night was completely beyond his budget. It turned out that I heard that the wealthy people in the provincial capital are unreasonable. Even living in it is so expensive, can you not make enough money?

"Uh..." Jiang Hao lowered his head and took out the cloth bag and counted the small change. The old man looked very embarrassed and looked at the money in his hand, and sat by the flower bed at the door.

The young men who were hanged and slaughtered immediately understood what he was thinking.

"Stay for a few more nights, 2 yuan." The old man said calmly. When Jiang Hao heard it, his eyes lit up.

"Okay, stay for 5 nights first." Jiang Hao carefully put away his cloth bag, looked around him, turned around and took out a ten-yuan banknote from his inner pocket, rubbed the wrinkles twice, and handed them to the old man with both hands.
Chapter completed!