The Peninsula Hotel, Nathan Road, Hong Kong---

Master Luo and Mao Youwang were arranged by Niu Xiong in the VIP room of the hotel, according to Niu Xiong's words, the hotel was bought by the company, and they lived casually, and it didn't cost money anyway.

Master Luo and Mao Youwang have one room for each person, and it is an eye-opener when they enter the room.

The luxuriously decorated guest rooms are even more beautiful than the mansions he has seen in Pan Yu, especially the golden decorations, so that Master Luo can't help but press and turn on, open and close, just to see how these lanterns shine.

Master Luo is very old, but at the moment he is like a child, full of curiosity about everything. Anyway, there were no outsiders around, so I was ready to take a look around the room. I was about to walk in with my hands behind my back, but I felt that my shoes were too dirty, and I saw that there was a thick carpet on the floor, so Master Luo took off his shoes, put on socks on his feet, rubbed against them, and felt that it was not very good, so he lifted the soles of his feet and smelled them, and felt that his feet were a little sour, so Master Luo took off his socks and put them at the door, and then tiptoed onto the carpet.

Thick and soft!

Master Luo laughed, limped, walked up and down the stall, walked a few laps, and then sat down on the leather sofa again, touching the smooth burgundy sofa back with his hand, only to feel that the sofa was smoother and more delicate than the silk and satin he had touched.

"Well, good things!" Master Luo exclaimed, seeing that there were fruits and sugar cubes on the coffee table, so he touched a big duck pear, and did not wash it, but wiped it directly on his own clothes, and then took a bite, crunchy.

"Well, it's delicious! Hong Kong's big Ya pear is sweeter than Pan Yu's. Master Luo muttered.

After eating more than half of the pear, Master Luo got up again, first looked at his bedroom, a huge bed, you can dance on it, and a color TV, turned on, it turned out to be a costume film, but the picture inside was simply unsightly, a beautiful woman in ancient costume was taking a bath in a wooden basin......

Suddenly, Master Luo's face turned red, and he snapped and hurriedly turned off the TV.

But---

didn't hold back, it was only two seconds, and Master Luo took another deep breath, looked around as if he was doing something bad, and then secretly turned on the TV with the remote control......

Sure enough, I read it right, I saw that it was indeed a costume film, and I didn't know if it was from Hong Kong or Taiwan, it was about the story of Pan Jinlian--- this story was almost a household name, so Master Luo didn't take a few glances to understand what kind of film this was.

Master Luo stared at the TV screen, his eyes a little glazed, and he swallowed with difficulty.

Master Luo is almost forty-eight years old this year, since his wife died, he has been like a jade, he has never looked for a woman outside, even if some women who asked him to make clothes teased him, he can stick to his heart and be loyal to his dead wife...... But now, Master Luo obviously felt that his forehead was starting to sweat.

"Hong Kong is really open, and there are ...... programs like this," Master Luo muttered as he stared at the TV screen, his eyes unblinking.

At this moment, knock knock!

There was a knock on the door.

Master Luo was startled, and hurriedly took the card remote control to turn off the TV, but because he was too panicked, there was a snap, and the remote control fell to the ground.

"Master Luo, I'm in!" was Niu Xiong's voice.

Master Luo didn't bother to answer, so he bent down to pick up the remote control.

At the same time as Niu Xiong entered the house, Master Luo snapped and finally turned off the remote control.

Call---!

Master Luo exhaled like a thief.

Niu Xiong entered the house from the outside, and as soon as he saw Master Luo's appearance, he hurriedly said, "Master Luo, are you okay, I see that your face is very red, are you sick?"

"Ahem, no, I'm fine. Master Luo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Is it really okay?" Niu Xiong looked at him with a suspicious expression.

"It's really okay--- what are you looking for me to do?"

"Oh, let me inform you, a meeting will be held at ten o'clock in the large conference room on the sixteenth floor of this hotel--- you must be on time!" Niu Xiong explained.

"Don't worry, Mao Youwang and I will definitely attend on time. ”

"That's good. After Niu Xiong finished speaking, he was about to leave, when he happened to see the remote control in Master Luo's hand, and said with a smile: "Watch TV, let me teach you--- there are many good programs in Hong Kong, especially some colored ......."

"I don't like that kind of show, I'm an old person--- Axiong, can you be serious?" Master Luo said righteously.

"Hehe, I'm just telling you about it, there are a lot of that kind of programs that are charged, and some are videotapes......" Niu Xiong had already snatched the remote control in Master Luo's hand as he spoke, snapped, and turned it on.

And then---

"Jin Lian, open the door, I'm a big official from Ximen---" The actor said to the heroine through the crack in the door.

Niu Xiong was stunned and turned his head to look at Master Luo.

Master Luo: "......"

Then I heard Niu Xiong say, "Master Luo, how are you ...... There's a fee for this!"

……

In the morning, it was almost half past nine---

Master Luo took a shower in the guest room and changed into a suit that Niu Xiong had prepared for him.

Niu Xiong said that today's meeting is very important, there are many big people appearing, like them, who are from the mainland, they can't weaken Mr. Song's face, they must wear a suit and make a grand appearance.

Master Luo was very disgusted with wearing a suit at first, because he was a tailor and had long been accustomed to wearing clothes made by himself, especially the kind of spacious coats and the like, and after looking at the suit, he said to Niu Xiong: "Ah Chao has said that as long as the clothes are comfortable, I still feel better when I wear them." ”

Niu Xiong smiled, "That's in the mainland, now this is Hong Kong--- Hong Kong people are very snobbish, first respect Luo shirt and then respect people, it's better to dress decently." ”

When Master Luo heard this, it was not good to refuse again.

When Niu Xiong was leaving, he suddenly turned around and said to Master Luo: "In addition, Master Luo, I know that you are older than all of us, and you have a very good relationship with Mr. Song...... It's just a private title, and you don't want to call it that casually at a meeting later. ”

Master Luo: "......" didn't understand what Niu Xiong meant, when he was in Pan Yu, he called Song Zhichao like this, and sometimes called him "Super Boy", why can't he be called like this when he comes here?

Master Luo, I don't understand.

……

Mao Youwang didn't understand either.

But what Mao Youwang didn't understand was the faucets in the guest rooms that would flow as soon as he stretched out his hand.

How does this work?

When he was interested, Mao Youwang even forgot to take a bath, and immediately found tools and crackled and started drying.

When Master Luo knocked on the door outside and asked him to go to a meeting together, Mao Yongwang opened the door for a long time, and said to Master Luo with an excited face: "I understand! I understand! It's an induction device, an induction device!"

Master Luo looked at him, then at his wet clothes, and through Mao Youwang's back, he seemed to see the sound of water spraying in the bathroom.

"You're all right, are you?"

"It's fine, just doing some research. ”

"Then let's go to a meeting......"

"Wait for me to change my clothes first!"

"Better hurry, we can't be late!"

"Don't worry, soon!" Mao Youwang waved the wrench in his hand, a screwdriver.

……

When Mao Youwang followed Master Luo to the sixteenth floor for a meeting, the hotel's room service staff entered the room.

Master Luo's room is okay, Mao Youwang's room ...... Almost all the electronic devices that can be disassembled have been disassembled, TV remote controls, water heaters, electronically controlled flush toilets--- most exaggerated is that the sensor faucet has also been removed, and the hose is still spraying water.

Looking at the mess in front of him, the waiter was speechless, where is this accommodation, it's just a demolition.

./book_

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