I Really Didn’t Want To Make A Lot Of Money

The guest rooms of Wenzhou Hotel are in cool colors, with white walls, white beds, white chairs and white windows. Only a post-modern impressionist symbolism industrial oil painting hung on the head of the bed, with all kinds of strong colors squeezed in the square. In the positive picture frame, it is particularly eye-catching.

Charlotte was sitting on the chair by the window, holding a cup of hot tea, with Erlang's legs tilted, and the whole person leaning across the bed where four people could sleep together, looking at her straight toes, turning her eyes to the side from time to time, taking a glance. Ai Liu Ya.

At this moment, Liu Ya straightened her upper body, tilted her head back, her hair drooping, her small mouth silently opened, her hands tightly holding her thighs.

After a while, Liu Ya let out a low growl from the depths of her soul...

Charlotte exchanged the positions of her legs, raised her feet, frowned and said, "Ya, this is the third time, it's almost done!"

Liu Ya said weakly: "It can't be about the same..."

"I'm tired and I'm going to sleep." Charlotte said in her mouth, but sat motionless.

Liu Ya said reluctantly, "But, it's not over yet? Brother Zero must be uncomfortable..."

"You are not technically good!" Charlotte said, "I have said how many times before, do more practice."

Liu Ya sat up straight, tucked her hair back, and said, "Help me tie my hair up and try again one last time."

Charlotte put down the tea cup that was almost squeezed by her own hands, got up and took a rubber band to the bedside table, then knelt on the bed with one leg and stepped on the ground to tie Liu Ya's hair.

Liu Ya sniffed suddenly and smiled, "Come on, don't hold back."

"I don't have the strength, I won't come." Charlotte's hand was a little trembling, and he tied Liu Ya's hair indiscriminately, and was about to get up, being held by Liu Ya.

"Tomorrow we will fly to Europe. It will be a long time before we see Brother Zero again. Don't miss it today." Liu Ya hugged Charlotte, "I smell a familiar smell. Every time I am with you, it is the same. ."

Charlotte was a little embarrassed, and said, "What's the smell?"

"Sweet milk flavor. You can't smell it yourself..." Liu Ya took a deep breath, "The flavor is stronger! Come on, let's fix him together!"

With a puff, Liu Ya slightly frowned, stood up reluctantly, and helped Charlotte.

Originally, Charlotte was only afraid of being presumptuous due to the initial recovery from a serious illness. At this moment, Liu Ya has explained it thoroughly and is no longer reserved...

Early the next morning, the owner and his wife of the Wenzhou Hotel were having breakfast. They huffed and drank their own soy milk and ate their fried dough sticks with François, Bill and others who had just woke up from a hangover.

The door of the guest room opened with a creak. Before He Mingzhu had time to swallow the soy milk in her mouth, she hurriedly put down the cup of soy milk. Before turning her head, she heard a male voice: "Madam Boss, do you have breakfast?"

"Yes, soy milk fritters, and eggs..." He Mingzhu had already prepared breakfast for the three people in the guest room and put it on a tray on the side.

She held the tray in person, and saw Chen Ling standing in front of the concealed door with a refreshing spirit.

"Give it to me." Chen Ling took the tray.

He Mingzhu smiled, "Be careful, you are ready..." With his head drooping, he carefully handed over the tray to Chen Ling, but the light from the corner of his eye couldn't help drifting in through the crack of the door.

"Did you sleep well last night?" He Mingzhu opened her mouth and found that her throat was strained and her voice hoarse because of the turbulence of her heart, so she quickly coughed, "If you need anything, just say it."

Chen Ling held the tray and said, "I really want to tell you one thing, I will look for you after dinner."

"Oh, okay, I've been there all the time." He Mingzhu didn't know what Chen Ling was going to say, stroking his neck, "Maybe the air conditioner was blowing at me last night, it seemed to catch a cold... I'll go now."

Chen Ling smiled and went back to the room.

He Mingzhu sat down again and raised the cup.

"What did the big boss say to you?" The boss asked without looking up, chewing fried dough sticks.

He Mingzhu put down the cup again, his eyes swept over François and others, making sure that they could not understand their own Chinese, and said: "It's really three people together..."

"Does that still need to be said, otherwise how can a big boss be a big boss?"

"Riddulous! The young people nowadays are too absurd!" He Mingzhu said with her mouth curled.

The boss smiled and said, "You are young and promising...Well, what did he tell you?"

"He said he had something to tell me after the meal. Anyway, it's okay in the morning, so you can listen to it together."

"Oh?" The boss stopped chewing fried dough sticks, thought for a while, and said, "He is a distinguished guest of Mr. Zhou. Would you like to talk to Mr. Zhou?"

CR Company is the largest customer of Wenzhou Hotel. Recently, because of the railway project, CR Company has more and more banquets. People come to Wenzhou Hotel for dinner almost every day. Sometimes there are several tables at one time, accounting for half of Wenzhou Hotel’s turnover. many. As the boss and proprietress, the couple has regarded Zhou Tianming as a parent, and they should ask for instructions early and report later.

"What can I say now? After Boss Chen has talked with us, we will report to Zong Zhou." He Mingzhu rolled her eyes and said, "Can't you spread what I just said? Lian Zhou I can't say anything over there."

"I know, I'm not the one who breaks the mouth!"

"You don't break your mouth? You old man, but you like gossiping about others the most..."

"Oh, isn't it just chatting in front of you? Our husband and wife's self-explanatory words, others can't hear." The boss said, after a few bites of breakfast, he looked at François who was still eating. people.

"These foreigners are all under the boss of the big boss? Really awesome!" The boss works mainly in the kitchen. He Mingzhu tells what happened in the lobby and in the box. He has finished breakfast at the moment, before starting work. , I want to talk a few words.

He Mingzhu smiled and said, "Yes. It was a few of them last time, it was also in the Shanghai box, it was also Wuliangye, and it was...the same, except for the girls..." He Mingzhu said, covering her mouth and snickering.

"I remember it was one last time, right?" The boss also smiled.

"Well, but nothing happened last time. It was the bed I went to clean, and there was nothing."

...

Wenzhou Hotel does not provide breakfast to the outside world. It was the most relaxing moment for He Mingzhu and his wife before nine o'clock in the morning. The two were chatting about gossip after the meal, just to eliminate food.

This restaurant was opened by a couple who worked hard for a few years. At first, the business was not very good and could only be maintained. Later, as the number of Chinese people gradually increased, the business became better. After some large enterprises entered Mali, Wenzhou Hotel finally prospered.

However, the husband and wife, especially He Mingzhu, are a little dissatisfied with the current life. Chinese restaurants are open every day and are busy every day. As the boss and proprietress, they can’t leave for a day. The two of them are trapped in more than 100 square meters. It has been almost five years. How many years will it be in the future? ? ten years? Twenty years? Can business continue to be like this? What about children in China? ...

Hard work and sweat bring good income, but you can't make a lot of money. You always have to do it yourself. Once you relax, the business will go down.

The couple also wanted to make more money while they were young, subconsciously not discussing these issues that are not a problem for the time being, and only sighed occasionally when it was difficult to sleep at night.

When Chen Ling sat in front of them and asked those words, the most fragile part of their hearts was suddenly shattered.

He Mingzhu and her husband faced each other and were speechless for a long time.

"Mr Chen, we have a small business, and I didn't think so much and so far." He Mingzhu said, "We are not like you and Mr. Zhou. You are doing big projects, billions of dollars in big projects. We make a day to make a profit. One day's money, I can't do it that day, and I still have two acres of land when I return to my hometown."

Chen Ling rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "You have misunderstood. I asked you if you plan to keep doing this. In fact, I have a business and want to ask if you are interested in cooperating."

"President Chen, you value us too much. We just open a restaurant and rely on our own hands..."

"I just need to be able to open a restaurant." Chen Ling said, "I opened a hotel and planned a Chinese restaurant in it. It needs the cooperation of knowledgeable people. I think your Wenzhou restaurant is well opened, I don't know if I am interested in it. Open a branch in your hotel?"

He Mingzhu looked at her man.

The man shook his head slightly.

"We are a mom-and-pop shop, we can't separate ourselves." He Mingzhu said.

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