Every time I play a real game, I want to kick the old attack

Seeing that the atmosphere became tense, one person stood up as a peacemaker.

"We all understand, Ulysses. Now that everyone has calmed down, let's start explaining our evidence. Go through the necessary procedures as soon as possible, and save everyone's time, right?" Standing on the far left Said the well-dressed 'heir' candidate on the side.

"You're right." Ulysses smiled and ticked his fingers behind him.

Five waiters walked up to everyone one by one carrying silver trays, motioning for everyone to put their evidence on it.

The other four people took out the paper one after another, and Coning also put the letters in his box on it.

Strangely, when those letters were brought to Ulyses, the other party just glanced at them lightly, and didn't pick them up to read them carefully.

"Actually, letters and seals from various places have their own characteristics, and I can't tell the authenticity from the fake ones even if I'm not a local." Ulysses said with a smile. "Maybe, I will choose the one I like best according to my subjective preferences."

There was a waiter holding a gun standing behind, and the five of them had no objection to Ulysses' willful speech.

"Now, you can introduce yourself and let me see what qualities you have that are suitable to be the heirs of the Anderson family." Ulysses pointed to the first person on the left. "Let's start with you."

The well-dressed man stuck out his chest proudly.

"You can call me Mike. I graduated from Morassu University with a degree in economics and management. I also practiced at the Mafatina Hotel and have rich experience in hotel management. I believe that I will be able to use Anderson Manor in the future. The hotel led to glory. Anderson is my cousin, and my mother visited him once when I was a child, and left a group photo. I also put that photo on the tray with the letter.”

Hearing the man introduce himself like this, the others immediately felt a lot of pressure, and when it was the second man's turn, he stuttered a bit.

"My name is Joyce... I live in Leertshire in the east, it's too far from here, I never saw my cousin when I was a child, but... but my grandmother left some letters that my uncle wrote to her. .I... I put it in the tray too."

The third man also stammered and finished his evidence. His name is Li Gao.

The fourth man, the one who drew his gun in a fit of rage just now, claimed to be Rabbi.Said that he had been serving in the sea before, and he received the letter just after he was discharged from the army.

After listening to the four people in front of him, Ulysses, the housekeeper, didn't change any expression, just kept smiling, like the most perfect listener.

Finally it was Corning's turn.

Corning only had one letter.

"I……"

As soon as he spoke, Coning suddenly felt his feet go soft.

...Damn it.

The debuffing skill was activated at this time!

He fell back helplessly.

But the sharp pain of falling on the back of the head on the marble did not come.

Someone grabbed him.

Coning's eyes looked forward hard, only to find that a tall shadow came to his side, not only the palm of his hand hooked upwards to his elbow, but also supported it with the other hand. his waist.

There was a strong but not offensive floral fragrance on the other party.

"Sir, are you all right?"

One of the opponent's eyes was covered by a monocle, with reflections, giving people a sense of mystery.

Coning thought for a moment and said.

"I'm sick and will be paralyzed for a while."

Hearing what Coning said, the rabbi next to him sneered.

"My God, do you think this sick man can live until the heir election is over? Maybe he can start writing his will now."

Coning ignored the rabbi, but said to Ulysses.

"I'm sorry to bother you. This is an old problem. I just need to rest for a while and it will return to normal. You can let me sit down."

The butler who was half hugging him turned around and called the waiter's name.

But after a while, the waiter pushed a brand new wheelchair.

Ulysses bent down and slowly placed Coning on the seat. Coning was not used to getting too close to others, but he couldn't even twist his neck.

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness." Coning could only lower his eyes, not looking at Ulysses' almost flawless face.

Ulysses carefully placed Coning on the wheelchair, and stood back.

The rabbi said dissatisfiedly beside him.

"Do you have a different attitude towards him than we do? Is this really a fair selection?"

Coning was put on the wheelchair and leaned softly, watching Ulysses politely turn to face the other candidates.

"Politeness is my self-cultivation."

"Mr. Rabbi, you resorted to force against us first, so I had to resort to some uncivilized means."

"Everyone here may be my master, so I will guarantee everyone's safety and fairness during the election period." Ulysses nodded.

"Next, let's proceed to the next assessment."

"What, there is still an assessment?" The rabbi who was ridiculed earlier blushed. "Do you still need an exam when we are students?"

"If you don't like it, you can quit at any time. As the heir to the magnificent Anderson Springs Hotel estate, he must meet many requirements." Ulysses put his hands behind his back, walked around behind Corning's wheelchair, and pushed him first. Go outside.

As Coning rotated the wheelchair, his perspective finally changed, and he saw the white lotus that was behind him before.

The other party raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips, with a very strange expression.

...Koning could only tell that the other party wasn't too flustered.

He was slowly pushed out of this beautiful and spacious banquet hall.After walking along the corridor covered with dark brown wool carpet for about 5 minutes, I came to a place that looked like an office.

in this room.There is a huge solid wood bookshelf against the wall at the entrance, which is filled with hardcover books of different colors. On the left side of the room is a large brown wooden table and carved armchairs, and on the right side are three bookshelves. There is a peacock green sofa with a satin texture, and a closed copper heater is placed against the wall next to it. The whole room is warm and extremely comfortable.

"It's where I usually work, and there's a lot of hotel work being done."

"Now, I want to see what you guys do with hotel jobs."

Ulysses pushed Corning to the big table, took a stack of documents from the table, and handed it to the waiter behind him.

The waiter divided the documents into four and handed them to the four candidates behind.

And Corning...

He stared blankly at Ulysses in front of him.

The other party personally took a document and put it on his lap.

"Mr. Ke, do you still have the strength to write?"

Conning looked at him helplessly.

"M..."

He had barely opened his mouth to finish a word when Ulysses took his right hand with a gloved hand.

It was obvious that the other party was wearing gloves, so it was not an intimate contact.

Coning felt inexplicably embarrassed that something was wrong with him.

Ulyses inserted his fingers between his five fingers and gripped the pen tightly.

There was a slight itching sensation between the fingers and the back of the hand due to the friction of the smooth cloth, and the temperature from the opponent's palm seemed to be able to melt his frozen fingers.

Coning felt more and more on pins and needles, but he couldn't do anything at this time.

The four candidates stood behind and looked at the topic nervously. The crowd of onlookers was outside the door, and no one would notice the small movement on Koning's knee.

Conning stared at him.

"Mr. Ke still seems to have some strength to write, let me provide you with some assistance." The eye behind Ulysses' gold-rimmed monocle blinked playfully, and the corner of his mouth smiled Looking at the fingers and the gold-plated pen that the two men clasped, they wrote a series of cursive characters on the document.

... Isn't this kind of cheating too blatant? !

Coning looked at Ulysses strangely.

Why does the butler help him? !

And since he is so optimistic about himself, why not just declare him as the heir, so why bother with the assessment? !

……

After a few minutes, Ulysses let go of Coning's fingers and picked up the filled document.

After a while, the four candidates also handed in their documents.

Coning noticed that Mike looked confident, Li Gao and Joyce were very uncertain, as for the rabbi...Coning could even see that the document he handed in was painted black, obviously written Lots of typos.

The rabbi obviously knew how bad his answer was, and with the previous encounters, he was always on the verge of breaking out.

Except for Coning, who had no mobility, the other three candidates stood far away from him.

Everyone remembers that the man had a gun.

But Ulysses did not announce on the spot who answered well and who did not. He glanced at the documents with a smile.

"Very well, today's assessment is over. I believe that everyone has exhausted their energy to get here. I have already prepared a sumptuous dinner. Let's enjoy the food."

Coning felt that he couldn't forget the people like Bai Lianhua.

"Mr. Steward, I would like to ask, what about those lost guests? Some of them lost their luggage and have no money to pay the bill."

Ulysses glanced at the passengers watching at the door and said with a smile.

"You can live here for free until the blizzard stops. Because of the blizzard, the transportation and communication between the hotel and the town are also cut off, and we can't do nothing."

Finally, Ulysses smiled slightly again.

"Anyway, because of the snowstorm, there are currently no other guests in the hotel."

Passengers at the gate cheered together.

Conning also breathed a sigh of relief.

If Bai Lianhua could live in the hotel, he would have a helper.

The butler's attitude was so strange that he was a little uneasy.

Just when Coning thought so, Ulysses pushed his wheelchair out of the office himself.