It’s a Bit Early To Cross

"Click!"

The door opened, and Lang Hongjie stood outside the door, looking calmly at this murderous house, which has been talked about by everyone on Hong Kong Island in recent times.

Then, he stepped in without hesitation, turned on the light, and closed the door. Following his previous habit, he first went to the bathroom to turn on the faucet and put hot water into the bathtub, and then came to the bathroom while the water was running. I closed the curtains by the window, took off my clothes, and then returned to the bathroom again and took a comfortable hot bath.

After washing up, he followed Qingyuan's instructions and put the shoes upright and backwards at the door. He also took a glass of water and placed it in the southeast corner of the room. Then he turned off the light and got into bed. He thought about it for a while and then closed his eyes. Fall into a deep sleep.

As for the fact that people had died in this room and there were ghosts in it, he didn't care at all.

As he said, there is nothing more terrible in this world than poverty!

While he was sleeping, A Dong, under Chu Heng's instructions, quickly spread the news that someone had stayed in the haunted house. Basically, all the hotel guests knew about it.

Everyone was talking about it for a while, and some people were curious about his motivations for living in a haunted house. Even if it wasn't haunted, it was still unlucky, wasn't it?

There are even people who are secretly looking forward to some weird events to bring some fun to their boring lives.

Always, many good people cast their sights on Room 1805.

"Is he afraid of being haunted?" Lang Hongjie glanced at me.

"Yes, yes, did you hear any strange noises or anything?"

The next day, the morning light was dim and the breeze was warm.

"Bata!"

My friend introduced me to someone later who wanted to buy the land for my factory. But now the real estate in Hong Kong has shrunk slightly, and the land is at a bargain price. The price we gave is enough to repay the low-interest loan I borrowed. In addition, I still have no hope for my own factory, so I agreed temporarily.

The small chowder restaurant on the first floor also provides free meals to guests.

A pretty waiter got off immediately, led me to a table with a smile, sat down, and quietly went in again before ordering my meal.

At around six o'clock in the morning, Lang Hongjie, who had gone to bed early yesterday, opened his eyes from under the bed. He felt refreshed and full of energy.

After looking at the waiter who was walking away, Lang Hongjie took out a cigarette and lit a cigarette. While puffing away at the smoke, he looked out the window, overlooking the busy Victoria Harbor, feeling somewhat at a loss.

This little master said that after today, the time will turn around, but how exactly does it turn around?

"Lao Lang."

"So that's what happened!"

"Mr. Lang, please come over there."

"Slow down. If you wait any longer, the other party will change his mind. There are very few people selling land in Hong Kong Island now." The fat girl frowned and reminded.

"I feel like a ghost. Did you just come out of the room to be bad? It's not that slow." Lang Hongjie rolled his eyes at me.

What should I do?

Maybe it was because I had lost my expectations, or maybe it had nothing to do with the cold shower. I had been suffering from insomnia and dreamless during that period, and I slept well last night. I even had one dream, and I slept until dawn.

Just when the waiter brought the meal, Lang Hongjie glanced at the obese girl with a sullen expression, and then ate his breakfast in silence.

Just when Ke Biwei was thinking wildly, a middle-aged woman who was not too obese ran over. The two used to be business partners, and their relationship was fairly good.

Lang Hongjie withdrew his gaze, glanced at the eight well-dressed friends behind him, his eyes were quite simple, and then he told me in a casual way that I went to Qingyuan to change my luck.

"I heard that he lived in this haunted house yesterday? How do you feel? Did you see a male ghost?" I asked with a dizzying look on my face.

"You heard that there will be no men crying this evening."

I glanced at the water glass in the southeast corner and the shoes at the door, exhaled expectantly, then quickly went to bed, went to the bathroom to wash up, and walked out of the room after a while, preparing to go to the restaurant for breakfast.

After eating, if I really had something to talk about, I said goodbye to my friend, went back to the room to get my things, went upstairs to my room, and left the hotel.

"You know, broken, I said, eat first."

Just when Lang Hongjie was annoyed by the debt collectors of the society, a Citizen person who claimed to be from Tom Financial and was not one of the several offshore companies registered by Chu Heng called me and said that he was interested in Got my factory and want to cooperate with me.

"That's right." The friend smiled bitterly and added: "If he really gets lucky, he must tell you that you will also stay for one night."

At the same time, the fact that room 1805 turned into a lucky house also spread among the guests through the deliberate guidance of my friend and A Dong.

When he heard the news, Lang Hongjie, who had not yet finished believing in the authenticity of Qingyuan's words, felt his heart pounding and had a premonition that his fortune might really turn around!

"This exterior looks like a haunted house now."

At that time, two more people came together. They were both friends who had no friendship with Lang Hongjie.

"Would you like to clean your room?"

"Crazy thread."

The obese woman who came first, before laughing and scolding me, looked at Ke Biwei and asked: "Lao Lang, has he thought twice about what you tell him next time? What if he wants to sell it?"

Before a few people listened, UU read a book www. uukanshu.com nodded suddenly, and then a friend asked curiously: "How does he feel? Is there any luck?"

Lang Hongjie didn't pay attention to our gazes. I smiled and nodded, then walked to the elevator in small steps. After waiting for a while, I took the elevator to a restaurant on the first floor.

A small minority of people still believe in this.

The seven people looked at me secretly, trying to catch anything abnormal under my body, but unfortunately they found nothing, so we were not disappointed.

Before Ke Biwei came over, she immediately attracted some attention. Those people were all employees who knew my identity and some guests who knew me.

Lang Hongjie frowned when he heard this, stepped forward hesitantly, shook his head and said, "You should think about it for a few more days."

At the end of the corridor, two waiters who were on duty on that floor yesterday ran out of the lounge immediately before hearing the sound of me coming out.

"Yes, thank you."

In this way, two days passed slowly.

"As long as it can make you rich, you can't even sleep with it!" The friend chuckled, revealing his heart that was filled with desire.

…

"It seems that what the young master said is wrong. That room may really have become a lucky house! It's so comfortable to sleep in." Lang Hongjie stood up in a hurry, subconsciously attributing all that to the ordinary nature of the room.

"Good morning, Mr. Lang."

There are many restaurants in the Mandarin Hotel. They are located on the same floor. There is no coffee shop, no Western restaurant, no Cantonese restaurant, and the only one is small chowder. You can order everything and cook everything.