Chapter 90: A Mental Hospital
The International Trade Center is located in the golden area of politics, economy, finance and business in the city, consisting of two 41-storey main buildings, a 19-storey annex building and a 5-storey podium, integrating five-star hotels, Grade A office buildings, high-end shopping malls, serviced apartments, securities business halls and convention and exhibition centers.
Not everyone is flocking to the government-arranged shelters, and it's not that it's too late to escape, but that many things are inseparable from people โ like this building.
In the eyes of some, the situation was not so bad that they had to flee. It is impossible to say that the operation of the city will stop when it stops, for example, the hotel owner in the International Trade Center was the first person to get the news, he left the hotel as soon as possible and went to the shelter, but at the same time he also ordered his subordinates to double their wages during this time, close the door, stop business, and carry out basic maintenance.
In addition to those who stayed for such reasons, there were also those who did not trust the government and stayed at home, and there were also people who still clinged to their one-third of an acre of land.
Therefore, most of the people in the city center are converging on the shelter of the city government, but there are still a considerable number of people who have no intention of taking refuge in the shelter, and there are many speculators. As much as possible, the power of the government has been concentrated in the shelter, and it is difficult to take care of it elsewhere. However, the government has repeatedly asked citizens to evacuate, and some people will not be able to die and then suffer, which is no wonder.
"166 meters? It's pretty high. Mo Tu parked the car under the International Trade Building, looking up at the tallest building in the city, which was covered by the sun.
"To the top floor?" Zhang Yichi also stopped the car, and after waiting for Pear Blossom to go down, he put the car aside.
Mo Ji said "um": "That's it, the place is not bad, it looks like there are still people inside, there should be no shortage of food and clothing." โ
While talking, Zheng Jiang finally rushed over with Wu Xiu, who was crying and crying. He was sweating profusely and panting. Wu Xiu got out of the car by herself, as if she was angry, she didn't say anything, just stared at her red eyes.
Without waiting for Zhang Yichi to hint at Pear Blossom, Pear Blossom hurried over to comfort Wu Xiu. Zheng Jiang glanced at Wu Xiu and wiped the sweat on his forehead: "Go up?" โ
"Yes." Mo Ji put one hand in his trouser pocket, and opened a few buttons of his shirt with the other, "Zhang Yichi, how long do you need to stay in this reincarnation world?" โ
Zhang Yichi glanced at his watch, it was now half past two in the afternoon: "Seventeen and a half hours, that is, until eight o'clock in the morning tomorrow." โ
"Not surprisingly, the last twelve hours were getting harder and harder." Mo Tu said alarmist words, but the corners of his mouth were raised, "If you go to the top floor, you may be able to witness a very wonderful scene." โ
"Stop talking nonsense." Lezein had already set off, "What are you grinding, you're not the hero." โ
"Soul light!"
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They went to the building on the left, where the hotel was, according to Wu Xiu. Arriving at the door, Lezein noticed that the automatic revolving door had been locked, walked to the other side without the slightest qualification, smashed a piece of glass with his elbow, and swaggered inside.
This scene stunned the waiter who did not leave the hotel in order to receive double pay. No one had ever seen a man easily smash the thick glass of the doorway with his elbow, and then walked in like no one else.
Several male waiters who were chatting in the hall on the first floor looked at each other, and then walked over a little cringe: "What are you doing?" โ
"Ha, I thought there was no one inside, if I knew you were there, I'd knock on the door!" Lezein scratched his head and grinned.
"......" The waiters were full of black lines, and they were surprised that foreigners said that Chinese was so pure. However, when they remembered what the boss had ordered, they immediately had serious expressions, "You will pay for this broken glass." โ
"Ah, a small problem." Lezein sat on the hospitality sofa on the side and crossed Erlang's legs, "What, is there anyone else in this hotel?" Arrange five presidential suites, and what, come to a table of the most expensive food. โ
A waiter forced a smile: "It's closed." โ
"It's okay, now your boss here doesn't count." Razor waved his hand absently.
Several waiters looked at each other in tacit understanding, and at that moment, they made eye contact. Although they are all interns, they don't belong to each other, but the meaning of their eyes is too simple, just the word - neurosis.
Also, it's not a neurosis, who would use his elbow to open the top glass!!
"Do we need to contact the psychiatric hospital now to take you home?" A waiter asked.
"You think I'm like a sick person?" Lezer pointed at himself, incredulous.
"Honestly, like." The waiter forced a forced smile, "After all, there won't be a second person in the world who breaks glass with his elbowโ"
"Smack!"
Another piece of glass shattered.
The waiters turned their heads to look at the revolving door, and the glass next to the revolving door shattered again...... At this moment, a man in a white shirt was moving his elbows and entered the hotel lobby......
"Gollum." I don't know who swallowed the saliva along the way.
There was not only one man in the white shirt, but he was followed by four people, two men and two women. And the group saw the man break the glass with his elbow without any mood swings at all, as if they were used to it......
"What the hell, what's going on today......"
"You're really slow, I just told the waiter, I have booked five presidential suites, and I will prepare a private room later, and we will have a big meal." Lezein got up and greeted him.
Mo Ji rolled his eyes: "You are talking now as if you opened it." โ
"Actually, it doesn't make a difference." Lezein stretched, "I'm dying, why don't you squander it?" โ
"What's wrong with those waiters?" Zhang Yichi patted Lezein, who was talking happily, "What's the situation of stepping back one by one?" You just threatened and intimidated people? โ
"No, I just said what I wanted." Lezein waved his hand to prove his innocence, "I said I wanted to book a suite, and then they said I was sick, and I said I wasn't sick......"
"You ......" the waiter had already retreated to the counter, and picked up the phone with trembling hands, "Who are you?" โ
Hearing this, Lezein was first excited. He patted Zhang Yichi and Unpredictable on the shoulder, and then turned to look at the waiters, as if he was going home for the holidays to introduce his little girlfriend to his relatives: "I'm new here, let me introduce us first." My name is Lezein, they are my fellow patients, and we are in a mental hospital. โ