"What's new?"

"Teacher. Peng Chuan said gloomily: "She said that this place is a little far away from her home, but she came." ”

"Look at your nest!" Teacher Song said sternly: "Aren't you a little far away from home, why, a little difficulty scares you?

"Me. Peng Chuan looked embarrassed: "She doesn't want to come over, what can I do?"

"Xiao Peng. Teacher Song sat down beside Peng Chuan and said earnestly: "Do you know what women care about men the most?"

"I don't know. ”

"Women, care most about men's attitudes! You can have no choice, but you can't give up on yourself because you can't help it!" Teacher Song woke up the dreamer with a word: "Far away from home, we can find a location close to her, well, where does this little girl live?"

"The middle section of Xinchun Road. ”

"The middle section of Xinchun Road, well, it's a little far from here, so do you have any other classmates over there?"

"Nope. ”

"Do you know anyone who can provide us with a place to teach?"

"No, there isn't. ”

"There's no this, there's nothing that, so what do you have?"

"I have money. ”

......

Xinchun Road is one of the five main roads in the old town of Tangta County, and Weng Jiana lives 500 meters east of the intersection of Xinchun Road and Jianshe Road.

The two walked into the Oriental Garden one after the other, and when they saw customers coming to the door, the welcome lady in her early twenties smiled sweetly: "Hello, eat or rest?"

"No meals and no breaks. Teacher Song pointed to the walkie-talkie on the young lady's body: "Please take down your manager." ”

Seeing that Teacher Song was talking well, the young lady hurriedly sent a message to the manager on duty.

After a while, the manager hurriedly arrived, shook hands with Mr. Song, and asked suspiciously, "What do you need?"

"Oh, we wanted to charter this hotel. ”

"Package hotel?"

The manager was slightly stunned, and the young lady next to him was also stunned.

You must know that although the Oriental Garden is not a star hotel, the decoration and facilities are still very good, and the cheapest standard room here is also 201 nights.

The old gentleman laughed. The manager was very polite: "We don't outsource the hotel business, if you want to stay here, here's our price list, if you want to dine, here's our menu, if—"

"What if 100,000 a day?"

"What?" said the manager, surprised, "What did you say?"

"I said that we are going to charter this hotel, the cost, the initial set is 100,000 a day, of course, if you don't accept this price, then we can discuss slowly. ”

"This, that. The manager hesitated: "Then, then let's decide?"

"There's no hurry. Peng Chuan spoke: "How many employees do you have?"

"Fifty of them, including me. ”

"How much is a month's salary?"

"Me and the three head chefs are eight thousand, the two front desks are six thousand, the security guards and waiters are three thousand, and the cleaner that-"

"It's too troublesome, in this way, you still work as usual, what about the salary, I will settle ten times the previous one, can I accept it?"

"Acceptable!" the manager's voice trembled: "It's too acceptable!"

"Alright then, it's none of your business here, remember, don't drive away other customers, you just do what you have to do as you have to go, don't disturb us and don't be bothered by us, and find a clean room, preferably bigger, and we'll use it later." ”

"Understood!" the manager rubbed his hands and said, "There's a hall on the second floor—"

"There is also a hall?" Peng Chuan thought for a moment and said: "The hall costs 10,000 a day, well, I'll pay 5 million first, and after a month, I won't refund the salary and make up the salary, is it acceptable?"

"Yes!" the manager blushed: "I'm going to clean the hall!"

"Go ahead. ”

"Yes!"

The manager ran towards the elevator.

When the welcome lady also left with a thousand thanks, Teacher Song couldn't hold back any longer: "Xiao Peng, who are you, why are you so rich?"

"Oh, I'm just a normal guy. ”

"Ordinary people? I don't see it. Well, who is your father?"

"Peng Wanli. ”

"Peng Wanli?" Teacher Song wondered, "This name is very familiar, I think I have seen this name somewhere, but where is it?"

He was puzzled, and a news appeared on the hotel screen - Peng Wanli, chairman of the Regal Group, will visit the United States in the near future, and the American delegation headed by Trump...

"Alas, this big money is also called Peng Wanli. Teacher Song realized it later, and was so shocked that the folds on his face wrinkled: "Won't it?"

Peng Chuan spread his hands and smiled, indicating that this was the truth.

"Young-master!" Teacher Song grabbed Peng Chuan's hand: "The old slave has finally found you!"

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"Teacher Song?" Peng Chuan was stunned, "What's wrong with you?"

"I, I'm excited. Teacher Song trembled and said: "I, young master, do you lack a housekeeper at home? It's okay if you don't lack a housekeeper and nanny! I, although the old slave is older, his hands and feet are still very nimble! Well, I, the old slave doesn't want much, you can reward me with some pocket money every month depending on your mood!"

Peng Chuan couldn't cry or laugh: "Teacher Song, you are a teacher, you should pursue knowledge, you must know that knowledge is priceless-"

"Young Master!" Teacher Song shook his head and said: "Knowledge is indeed priceless, because it cannot be sold! Also, don't mention that teachers are not teachers, teachers are also human beings, and if they are human beings, they have to eat grains and grains, and if they are human beings, they have to bend their waists to money! I, I have been engaged in learning all my life, and I have been poor all my life, and I only run study classes to earn some pension money when I am old, I, if I am not short of money, what will I do in running study classes!"

"If the teacher needs money, I can give it to you—"

"No, no, no, no matter how I say that I am also a teacher, how can a teacher ask his students for money? Isn't that a matter of asking for food?" Teacher Song smiled slyly and said, "But I can provide you with services, such as imparting knowledge and providing experience, and even laundry, cooking, massage, and earning remuneration for service, without shame!"

"Teacher Song—"

"Don't call me Teacher Song, call me Old Song!"

Seeing Teacher Song's resolute attitude, Peng Chuan said helplessly: "Old Song-"

"The old slave is here, what does the young master command?"

"Old Song, can we talk well?" Peng Chuan smiled bitterly: "You are my teacher, even if I have two small dollars, you don't need to be so polite to me." ”

"The old slave listens to the young master's teachings!"

"Well, well, whatever you want. ”

Laughing, seeing that the time was almost up, Peng Chuan took out his mobile phone and was about to make a call to Weng Jiana, but before the number was finished, Lin Rongrong's call came in.

"Hello?"

"Hey, brother!" Lin Rongrong cried: "Come on!"

"What's wrong?"

"That Boss Ma came over again, and brought a large group of people! They smashed our counter and took Manager Huang away!"

Boss Ma?

Peng Chuan's eyes were slightly cold: "Do you know where Manager Huang was taken?"

"Well, it seems to be the Oriental Hotel. ”

"Understood, I'll go over here. ”

Hanging up the phone, Peng Chuan contacted Peng Wanli as soon as possible: "Dad, I have no money, can you call again?"

"Yes!" Peng Wanli laughed: "It's spent so quickly, it's really a tiger father without a dog!"

"It's not like it's all spent, I paid 80 million to buy a KTV. ”

"KTV? Peng Wanli gasped and sighed again: "You, it's really muddy that can't support the wall." After a pause, seeing that Peng Chuan did not reply, Peng Wanli cleared his throat and said in an unquestionable tone: "Chuanzi, I'll give you two hundred billion later, two hundred billion, I hope you spend it as soon as possible." ”

"Isn't it 100 billion?"

"This is your punishment! Because you make me happy!" Peng Wanli said solemnly: "Two hundred billion, it must be spent within a year!"

Without waiting for Peng Chuan to protest, Peng Wanli hung up the phone categorically.

"Young master?" Teacher Song had been standing beside him, and said respectfully, "What did the master say? What 100 billion?"

Peng Chuan said the matter briefly.

Poof!

Teacher Song didn't stand firmly, the whole person fell on the sofa, and when he stood up, there was already a righteous expression on his face: "Less, young master, don't worry, no, it's not just 200 billion, don't worry, yes, there is an old slave, the old slave will definitely help you spend the money!"

"It's good to have you. ”

Peng Chuan patted Mr. Song's shoulder gratefully, thinking that Manager Huang was suffering, considering that this trip was dangerous, he asked Mr. Song to go home first, and then traveled lightly and went straight to the Oriental Hotel, which is known as the first store in Tangta.