Even hotel managers find it very tiring.
When a hotel opens its doors to business, it's natural to want to make money through friendly exchanges. Who wants to speak harshly to someone?
For example, a wealthy young master like Sheng Lun, when he was rich, had to be called a "young master." If he could be invited to stay at a hotel, he would be considered a big client and would have to be treated with utmost hospitality.
Shenglun is indeed a major client.
This young nobleman lived in a hotel all year round, leading a leisurely and carefree life. He could do whatever he wanted and spend money however he pleased, his generosity making others envious. His lavish way of inviting friends over, always shouting "This meal is on me!" or "I'll book the whole place!", was exactly what the manager liked.
Although I don't think much of Young Master Sheng's paintings, the customer is always right, and who would be willing to hurt the precious heart of a god?
Everyone showered the paintings with praise, extolling them to the skies. Because Sheng Lun was wealthy, the hotel never pressured him much, allowing him to pay whenever he wanted. But now things were different. Although the hotel manager had considerable authority—he had decided to accept his fate when Sheng Lun was kicked out of his home, and waived his bill for the next two weeks out of consideration for the considerable sums Sheng Lun had previously contributed to the Mingzhu Hotel—he wasn't about to be taken advantage of.
They're already broke, yet they still invite their friends to the hotel and order the best food. Isn't that a bit too much?
If you're broke, you have to keep track of your expenses. But Young Master Sheng has run out of accounts to keep track of, hasn't he?
The hotel manager looked unhappy as he thought about the hardships he had endured.
His boss came over for dinner today, and Sheng Lun used this trick on him.
Wouldn't that ruin his future?
"Do you even understand art?!" Sheng Lun was furious. How could his paintings be compared to those of a fifth-grade elementary school student? His was art! If he hadn't been short of money to pay the bill, would he have been willing to pawn his important work to the hotel?
He was already extremely reluctant to part with it, but he never expected that someone would look down on him. His face was contorted with anger as he looked at the mercenary businessman who was usually so kind to him but turned hostile when he was short of money. He held back for a long time before coldly saying, "I am the only son of the Sheng family. Do you think I would cheat you out of this little debt?"
“But your father…” This was a very hesitant statement.
Sheng Lun immediately thought of the annoyance he felt when he called his father early this morning, only to have the call abruptly ended.
He never expected that this time, his father was serious and would actually kick him out of the house and not give him a single penny.
He clenched his hands tightly, deeply regretting that he had been provoked by Lei Xuan and left all his cards and money at the Sheng family's house. But now he didn't know what to do. He could only purse his lips, look seriously at the manager in front of him, and say coldly, "That's my room. Even if you take my luggage, I won't leave!"
With a stubborn look on his face, as if he were determined to be a holdout, he saw the manager looking at him with surprise and slowly said, "Besides, you're not an art student, so you don't understand that my paintings are very valuable."
That's what his artist friends all said.
“We really won’t accept it,” the manager said painfully.
Forcing him to give several paintings to pay for the room would really ruin his future.
Besides, is this young master Sheng out of his mind? With such stubbornness and shamelessness, why doesn't he hurry back to apologize to his father and become rich again?
"You just wait!" Sheng Lun's handsome face turned red with anger. Looking at this businessman who looked down on art and reeked of money, he sneered and dialed the number of his artist friend, asking in a cheerful voice to exchange his works for some cash to spend.
Shen Wangshu saw him from afar, smiling broadly as he chatted with the person opposite him, agreeing to meet again later. However, he then bluntly proposed selling his painting to his good friend. After that, she saw Sheng Lun's smile freeze, and he slowly took the phone from his ear.
“He must have been killed.” Shen Wangshu said to Lei Xuan with a smile.
Lei Xuan glanced at Sheng Lun casually.
This matter could actually be resolved with just a word from him, but Lei Xuan was clearly unwilling to pay the price for Sheng Lun.
He still remembered that day, how this self-righteous guy pointed fingers at Shen Wangshu and berated her.
No one can be forgiven by him after offending his lover.
In the enchanting night, with a long river of lights stretching out outside, Lei Xuan sat opposite Shen Wangshu, gazing at her face through the swaying red wine. In such a warm and tranquil moment, the croaking of a frog was utterly irritating. And the whispers around them only added to the annoyance.
Those who hold a position at the top are all members of high society; they see each other all the time, so naturally they know who Sheng Lun is. Although Sheng Lun has been kicked out of the house, if he makes a fool of himself, the entire Sheng family will also make a fool of themselves. Lei Xuan remained silent for a moment, and seeing that Shen Wangshu was only focused on eating the food in front of her, he got up and walked over to Sheng Lun.
"Mr. Lei," the hotel manager said, immediately filled with trepidation.
"It's you?" Sheng Lun clearly remembered Lei Xuan as well.
This tall, handsome man with a cold expression could draw people's attention wherever he went.
Lei Xuan stared indifferently at the fair-skinned and handsome Sheng Lun before him. Seeing his innocent and naive expression, he thought of the hardships Shen Wangshu had endured for the Sheng family. He lowered his eyes and asked, "How much money does he owe?"
"Three hundred thousand," the hotel manager said hastily.
This price was only after he waived many fees because Sheng Lun was a VIP at the hotel before.
This would be a huge sum for an ordinary family, but for Sheng Lun, it represented half a month's accommodation expenses. Lei Xuan coldly stared at the self-righteous Sheng Lun, but what came to mind was Shen Wangshu dragging him along as he enthusiastically downloaded a group-buying app.
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