I Really Didn’t Want to be Born Again

Shen Youchu broke through the psychological defense line, and for the first time took the initiative to remind Chen Hansheng not to drink, but this should not be possible, Chen Hansheng is already ready to drink a catty tonight.

Grand Monica Hotel Jiangling is the place for socializing tonight. It is in the center of Jiangling District, opposite Dongshan Department Store. This rural non-mainstream hotel is actually the best three-star hotel in Jiangling. It is indeed a suburb ah.

As for the name, it is also characteristic of the age, and it does not have a foreign flavor, so it does not reflect the style.

Monica Hotel has meals on the first floor, singing on the second floor, sauna on the third floor, and accommodation above the fourth floor, which meets the needs of eating, drinking, playing and sleeping.

Chen Hansheng got off the bus, put his hands in his pockets, and trotted all the way to the door of the hotel. After announcing the name of the room, the welcoming lady who only wore a cheongsam led Chen Hansheng to the room.

Is it cold to dress like this?

Chen Hansheng pointed to Miss Yingbin's exposed thigh.

Ms. Yingbin has a pretty good temper. Seeing Chen Hansheng's appearance as a college student, she curled her lips and didn't bother to answer.

Chen Hansheng smiled and stopped talking.

Pushing open the dining room, there are already many people sitting inside, including business people in suits and leather shoes, couriers from the Jiangling branch, and a campus agent who looks like a college student.

The box is at least 60 square meters, and there are three tables inside. If nothing else, there is a table for the middle and high-level employees of Shentong Company, a table for couriers from Jiangling, and a table for college student agents.

It seems that the effect of this military parade entertainment has been achieved.

Zhong Jiancheng accompanied a few middle-aged people to drink tea and chat on the sofa not far away, while the courier was bragging on the other sofa, and the atmosphere was quite lively.

Only the college student agent sat on the outermost sofa, the table was empty, not to mention hot tea, there was no boiled water.

No one raised objections, only a boy looked unhappy, as if he was cursing.

Chen Hansheng walked over to greet them: Everyone, I am Chen Hansheng, the general agent of the Finance Institute.

The responses of college student agents were relatively cold, not because of their personalities, but because they had too little social experience, and suddenly came to such an adult occasion, and they couldn't let go.

Except for the displeased boy, he stood up and replied: It turned out to be Brother Chen. I already told you your name. The ruthless person who took down four school agents. My name is Liu Pengfei, from Jinling Institute of Technology.

Chen Hansheng walked up to him and sat down. Liu Pengfei seemed to have a familiar personality.

Why don't we have tea here?

Chen Hansheng asked.

It's okay if you don't ask, but after asking, Liu Pengfei slapped the table: The hotel waiter looks down on people, knowing that we are college students, we won't even serve tea, and we won't even bring in an electric heater. My feet are numb from the cold. gone.

The box area is quite large, and the air conditioner can't cover it all, so electric heaters must be used for heating.

There are electric heaters next to the other sofas, but there is no one on the side of the college student agent.

At this time, a male waiter walked over to ask Zhong Jiancheng when the food would be served, and when he was going out, he passed by Chen Hansheng, and he grabbed his arm.

How much is the tea in your hotel? Give each of us a cup of sofa. I'll treat the brothers to tea!

Chen Hansheng's voice was loud and powerful, and everyone in the box looked this way.

The waiter shook it for a while without breaking free, and then replied: Tea is free.

If you don't want to save money, you can save money, and you can also move an electric heater. Fuck you, can't you see what's going on here?

This is because the hotel waiters were lazy. They saw that the real benefactor was the boss in the innermost circle, and the courier was not easy to mess with, so tea and electric heaters were provided.

These college students are all quite restrained,

The waiters had experienced many people, and they didn't dare to say that they knew that the students were neglected, so they met Chen Hansheng.

Okay, okay, let's get it now, I was negligent just now, I'm really sorry.

The male waiter apologized right away.

After a while, all the water and electric heaters were in place.

Chen Hansheng took out a cigarette: There are also ashtrays.

Within half a minute, the ashtray was also brought, and it was brought by the welcoming lady in cheongsam just now.

Fuck, awesome, Brother Chen.

Liu Pengfei was drinking tea and blowing on the electric heater, his body immediately warmed up.

Chen Hansheng changed his fierce look just now, and distributed the cigarettes with a smile. Several part-time college students actually took all of them, and it was unknown whether they smoked or not.

At this time, Zhong Jiancheng came from the innermost side: Han Sheng, come and meet our President Liu and President Chang.

Chen Hansheng extinguished his cigarette butt and followed, and came to the innermost sofa. Zhong Jiancheng introduced: This is the agent for college students with the best business. It is responsible for the express delivery business of the School of Finance, Dongda, Engineering and Medicine. The business in the past two days Well, there will be more than 400 yuan in the future.

Then, he introduced several hosts and guests: Liu Zhizhou, deputy general manager of Shentong Express, Kong Jing, assistant to the general manager, Chang Xiaoping, general manager of Jianye...

Liu Zhizhou is the person with the highest status here. Wearing glasses, he said with a smile, I'm sorry just now, we just drank tea by ourselves and forgot about your side.

Chen Hansheng said: This is the hotel's problem. They see that Mr. Liu and Mr. Chang are full of wealth, and they only have you in their eyes.

Hahaha.

Several people laughed, and Chen Hansheng even flattered him when he answered.

Kong Jing is a beautiful young woman in her early thirties. She wears thick black stockings under the windbreaker, but her calves don't look too thick, and she looks a little charming when she smiles.

Originally, Zhong Jiancheng brought Chen Hansheng here just to get acquainted, but Chen Hansheng had a thick skin and didn't want to leave right away. After all, he only heard the news by following this circle.

Chen Hansheng looked around the sofa, the main guests must not be able to move, the only ones who could move were Zhong Jiancheng and Peng Qiang.

Peng Qiang is the courier captain of the store in Jiangling District, and Chen Hansheng is very familiar with him.

Brother Qiang, put your butt away and make room for me to sit.

Chen Hansheng said with a hippie smile.

After hearing this, Peng Qiang stood up straight away: Come on, I'll let you sit down, it's as if you can understand.

People like Liu Zhizhou and Chang Xiaoping talked far away when chatting, and Peng Qiang sometimes felt that he couldn't keep up with his train of thought.

Chen Hansheng sat down unceremoniously, and turned his head and said, Thank you Brother Qiang for giving me the opportunity to learn.

Chang Xiaoping, the general manager of Jianye, thought that Chen Hansheng, a college student, was quite interesting, so he took out a cigarette and threw it over: Do you smoke?

Draw it.

Chen Hansheng took the cigarette, and took a look at the circle of sofas where the college students represented.

Tea is available, as are electric heaters, but there is still very little communication.

It's snowing, it's snowing, it's really snowing this time.

Suddenly, a burst of joyful cheers came from outside.

The people in the box looked up, and sure enough, catkin-like snowflakes were falling on the window lattice of the box, and then gradually disappeared.

Ho, a serious snow.

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