Su Ran took out a few dollars and handed them to the doorman as a tip, then walked inside under the guidance of the hotel manager.
I exchanged US dollars at the bank before coming here. The amount I exchanged was not much, about 20,000 US dollars, mainly as tips for this trip to Hong Kong.
On the way to the office, the female manager glanced at Su Ran a few more times and said, "Mr. Su is more handsome than I imagined."
Su Ran smiled: "Really? I still have two eyes and a nose."
The female manager said: "It's different. You have very delicate features. They look great on your face."
Su Ran glanced at her name tag and said, "Manager Tang, you're too kind. You're very beautiful. By the way, how's the guest in Room 2402 doing lately?"
The female manager said: "Very good, I had a lot of fun playing around every day. I went out to eat at noon and came back to the room. Did you let her know you were coming?"
Su Ran: "No need."
The female manager nodded. She didn’t understand what the relationship was between the beauty in Room 2402 and Su Ran, but Su Ran took good care of the guests in Room 2402.
I am curious about the private lives of rich people, but I don’t delve too deeply into them to avoid getting into trouble.
The female manager said, "Mr. Wu arranged the meeting at the hotel because he wanted you to rest after coming all the way here."
Su Ran: "Mr. Wu is thoughtful."
Ding! The elevator door opens.
"Mr. Su, please come this way."
…
In the office, a middle-aged man in a Tang suit was writing calligraphy at the large boss's desk. There was a knock on the door. The middle-aged man put down his brush and said in a full voice, "Come in."
The door creaked open and the female manager said, "Boss Wu, Mr. Su is here."
Mr. Wu turned his head to look at the young man who walked in, and after a few glances, he showed admiration. He put down his pen, walked over and shook hands with Su Ran with a smile, "It's really rare. I finally get to see a living person today."
Mr. Wu is quite interesting. We had only been in contact by phone before, so it’s not an exaggeration to say that he is meeting a living person.
Su Ran jokingly said, "I skipped classes to come to Hong Kong to see you. I might get criticized and asked to write a self-criticism in the Education Department when I return."
Mr. Wu laughed: "Hahaha... funny."
Mr. Wu and his generation, who had worked their way up from the bottom of Hong Kong, were more or less superstitious and liked to read faces. Seeing Su Ran's face up close, he found her to be more approachable than he had imagined. "Not bad, very good."
Su Ran smiled: "Mr. Wu, you are staring at me, how can I be good."
Mr. Wu smiled and said, "Everyone has an aura. I look at your face. Your forehead is full, your eyebrows are sharp, your eyes are bright, and the righteousness between your eyebrows is very similar to a legendary figure in Hong Kong that I have seen before."
Su Ran asked curiously, "Who is it, Zun Long?"
"Now that you mention it, I really think your handsomeness is very similar to that of John Lone." Mr. Wu spoke the truth, without any deceit. "If you were to play The Last Emperor, you would be very suitable, but the aura I'm talking about is not John Lone's. Your aura is more like the legendary Hong Kong figure Lei Luo."
"Mr. Wu, you are really good at talking. I can't compare to Lei Luo, but..." Su Ran smiled and felt that there were some similarities. He had exactly 500 million on his card, the same amount as the 500 million Inspector Lei Luo.
Su Ran: "By the way, Mr. Wu, this is my gift to you. I hope you don't mind it."
The female manager handed the scroll to Mr. Wu, "This is the painting that Mr. Su gave to you, Mr. Wu."
Mr. Wu: "I saw in the news a few days ago that a famous painter named Su Ran sold a painting for a whopping 40 million yuan. Seeing that it was from Jiangning University, I thought it must be you. The painting you gave me is now a treasure. Let me take a look."
Su Ran: "Oh, Mr. Wu, please stop flattering me. It doesn't suit you. I should be the one flattering you anyway."
Mr. Wu felt very comfortable when he heard this. "Okay, okay, no more formalities. I want to see your calligraphy."
Mr. Wu unfolded the scroll, which was Su Ran's painting of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains".
Su Ran: "I hope you like this painting, Mr. Wu. I also wish you a prosperous career."
Mr. Wu: "Thank you. I like this painting very much. It's amazing. You have such painting skills at such a young age. Should I call you the God of Stocks or the God of Painting?"
Su Ran: "He's a male god."
Mr. Wu: "Hahaha... Come, take a look at my handwriting and give me some pointers."
Su Ran walked to the boss's desk and saw Mr. Wu writing "Man Jiang Hong". Su Ran was about to brag, but Mr. Wu said: "Tell me the truth."
"Uh... well, it's just average." Not many people could learn calligraphy from the boss of Jiulongcang, and even fewer dared to tell him to his face that his handwriting was ugly. Su Ran picked up the brush and dipped it in ink. "Uh... this stroke should be written like this. I'll write one for you to see..."
Seeing the two people studying calligraphy, the female manager quietly left the office.
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Room 2402.
Liu Piaopiao turned over and fell off the sofa with a thud. She rubbed her butt in pain. She had no rules when sleeping and it was common for her to fall under the bed. Dan Zhentian never understood this before. How could someone fall under the bed when sleeping? Then who in high school lived in a dormitory with bunk beds? Wouldn't they have fallen to death?
Liu Piaopiao’s explanation was that she had always slept on the lower bunk.
I once fell off the bed while sleeping and was picked up by Shan Zhentian.
Now I fall off the sofa while sleeping and get up by myself.
She sat on the sofa, rubbed her butt, and came back to her senses. Her stomach growled. Her life now was to eat when she was hungry, go shopping after eating, come back to take a shower and sleep after shopping, and do whatever she wanted. She didn't have to worry about gaining weight, provided that her physique was the kind of woman that others envied, who could eat anything but never gain weight.
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