"Sanman, what are you thinking about? I'm leaving. I called you several times and I didn't hear you." Uncle Wu woke me up from my wandering mind. I was stunned for a moment. The TV had already changed to a new song from a dancing group.
publicity.
I feel a little uncomfortable in my heart. These geniuses have just come into contact with the yin and yang industry and have faced too many deaths, which made me realize the fragility of life.
The secretary had already left, and the person leading us was a female supervisor wearing black business attire, stiletto heels and stockings. "Guests, please go this way. Because of Director Zhu's arrangement, I have chosen our company for you two."
The top-level suite with the best view, the quietest, and the most comfort.”
Soon we were taken to two opposite rooms. The female supervisor used the key card to open both doors, inserted the power card, and the lights in the room came on, allowing us to see clearly everything inside.
Uncle Wu stood in the corridor paved with high-quality carpets, took a look at the room and said, "The two of us share a room. I live here. If you need anything, Sanman, come and see me. I want to have a good sleep now."
Bye-Bye!"
In front of us, Uncle Wu closed the door with his heel. At this time, he didn't look like a master in the yin and yang industry, and he returned to his ungrateful appearance.
I smiled apologetically at the supervisor and said, "Thank you, this room is very beautiful."
He also showed an eight-toothed standard service smile and bowed his body slightly, so I carefully closed the door. I really couldn't do something as free and easy as Uncle Wu, slamming the door in front of people.
I couldn't see clearly what was going on inside just now from outside the door, but when I actually walked in, I discovered that there was more than just two words to describe it: beautiful, which almost completely overturned my cognition that I had lived for eighteen years.
The room is very spacious, with one bedroom inside and a living room outside.
In my understanding, this is simply a small apartment with everything you need, with separate wet and dry bathrooms, entertainment areas, work areas, wine cabinets, etc., all of which are reasonably designed and displayed in front of you, including comfortable and high-end modular sofas and coffee tables.
There are fruits and flowers, and the small refrigerator next to it is opened. The food and drink inside are only as expensive as you can imagine, and there is nothing that others have not prepared for.
Brand new indoor slippers were placed where guests could easily put them on after taking off their shoes when entering. I smelled the vague fragrance in the room, looked around inside and outside, and then carefully put my schoolbag aside and opened it.
on the wardrobe.
The gauze curtains covering the windows were opened, allowing sunlight and breeze to enter the house.
I was surprised to find that there is a large viewing platform outside, which is also equipped with a set of tables and chairs. There is also a pergola covering it, allowing people to enjoy the breeze without being exposed to the direct sun. It is dotted with beautiful green plants.
.
When I was enjoying myself and threw myself into the soft balcony lounge chair, a person also walked out of the balcony next door. He should be my neighbor in the hotel.
It's him!
My current posture is a bit...awkward. I took off my shoes and threw them to the side. One foot was tilted up until it was hanging on the ground. I fell into the chair with a silly smile on my face. It definitely couldn't be called elegant.
After all, it was a girl's house. When the man looked at me with surprise, I hurriedly adjusted my posture, sat upright, and picked up the slipper that had flown away.
"Can you really communicate with Zhu Xijie tonight?"
The man asked an irrelevant question, and he didn't make fun of my behavior just now. It's fair to assume that we are just people who come to Zhu's house to get money to do things. This man is a friend of the deceased after all, and he doesn't care about us at all.
The issue of such a person's sitting posture is not dignified.
I thought for a moment before nodding uncertainly, "If Uncle Wu says it's okay, there will be no problem."
Thinking of his strange behavior last night, I couldn't help but ask, "Do you have yin and yang eyes? Can you see or hear those things?"
"No!" Master Lang answered me coolly, obviously not wanting to chat.
Before turning around and going back to his room, he said, "I'll pay alone. Please help me ask if Zhu Xijie was in pain when he left."
After saying that, the person had already walked back to the room, leaving a corner of the gauze curtain blown by the wind swinging by the window.
He was also a rich man, I commented in my mind like this, but in terms of his relationship with the deceased as a simple friend, he could be considered a good person if he could reach this point.
I thought that I would ask him if I had a chance in the evening. I really didn’t care too much about the money. After all, Uncle Wu had already cheated me out of so much money. Thinking that half of the money would be in my hands, I instantly felt that I was the same.
A rich man.
I still had to work hard at night, and I didn't have a good rest yesterday. I didn't think much about it and went back to the house to catch up on my sleep. In the end, I woke up from hunger. Obviously, my stomach is more regular than mine. I will wake up when necessary.
Remind me in time to fill it with something.
I was in bed with my eyes open, soothing my growling belly, and thinking about where to find something to eat to offer sacrifices to the Five Zang Temple. The phone next to the bed rang suddenly, which startled me. It took me two full minutes to realize what the call was.
It seems like it should be picked up.
"Hello?" I picked up the receiver and made a single tone without saying much.
I only heard Uncle Wu's voice ringing through the receiver, "Sanman, are you awake? Come upstairs when you are. I'm in the restaurant on the top floor. Let's have something to eat and talk about what happened tonight."
"Wake up, wake up, Uncle Wu, please wait for me to get off. I'll be there in five minutes."
Uncle Wu laughed on the phone, "Don't worry, it's on the top floor!"
"good!"
I put down the phone, hurriedly brushed my teeth and washed my face, combed my short hair that only reached my ears, and continued to go out wearing my T-shirt and jeans. After thinking about it for a while, I finally pinned my inner clothes behind the collar.
I thought it was unsightly to put it in my pants and it also desecrated the ghost-fighting incantation on it.
The restaurant built on the top floor is also very atmospheric. It not only has a semi-open outdoor area, but also has small private rooms that pay more attention to privacy. I looked around and didn't see Uncle Wu. There were only many individual guests already sitting here.
While enjoying lunch.
A pretty waiter wearing a Chinese cheongsam approached me and asked, "Is this Ms. Ye?"
The way I was dressed and my temperament made it obvious that I was a woman. I was really flattered, so I nodded quickly.
"Mr. Wu and the others are already inside. I'll take you in. Please follow me."
The service lady was very polite and led the way leisurely. I followed behind and looked at the beautiful scenery around me. This place is truly a resort. The interior of the hotel is user-friendly, comfortable and elegant, and the exterior is beautiful with lakes and mountains. It is self-contained.
A scene.
Rich people really know how to play, and the choice of a place like this is good, with mountains, water, trees and flowers. It completely matches people's mentality of returning to nature and wanting to get close to nature. President Zhu is a business-minded person.
Pushing open the door of the private room, I originally thought I would only see Uncle Wu, but I didn't expect that there were quite a few people I didn't know inside. Zhu Cheng, the male secretary, and Lao Mo were sitting at the dining table with Uncle Wu.
In the vacant space opposite, in addition to the service staff, there was also a young man and woman standing, holding hands with a little boy who was only seven or eight years old.