"...Go check it out first, and I'll give it to you when you come back."
The female door attendant took out a pen and paper from her bosom: "IOU."
"You..." Lin Hui hesitated.
"As long as you pay the money, the IOU will be returned."
Lin Hui hesitated for a while before slowly picking up a pen and paper and writing the IOU.
"Miss, please write clearly on the IOU what you did and how much money you owe." The doorman took a look and handed the notebook to her again.
Lin Hui bit her lower lip.
"Miss, this is Bermuda's rule. If you can't clearly state the reason for the IOU, Bermuda won't give you credit."
Lin Hui picked up a pen and wrote down the reason.
The female doorkeeper took a look at it and then placed it in her arms with satisfaction: "I will give you an answer tomorrow morning."
Lin Hui watched the doorman leave and felt a little worried. After thinking about it, she decided to borrow money from Lord Song first, pay back Bai Muxun's money, and get the IOU back.
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Fourth floor.
Ye Qianning returned to his room and was restless. He got up and went to Xiang Minghou's room. His father was not there. It seemed that his father had been very busy since he entered Baimuxun.
"Luo Wen, where is Dad?"
“I don’t know.”
Ye Qianning was puzzled. He went to the kitchen and took a look around, but he didn't see any familiar figures. He was confused.
"Du Yi, go check who is staying at Bermuda Sun. It would be best if you could draw up a list for me."
"yes."
Ye Qianning walked around the first floor a few more times but still found nothing. Just as she was about to go upstairs, she noticed a hostile gaze. She turned her head and met Wan Lingling's murderous gaze.
Wan Lingling looked even angrier when she saw her.
Ye Qianning shrugged and walked upstairs.
This group of people are not peaceful either. She wants to catch them in a jar and see how they catch them.
"What are you looking at?" Wan Weizhi looked in that direction.
"Brother, I saw that woman just now."
"Which one?"
"They are the group of people who caused my father to fall. If it weren't for them, how could my father be injured like this." Wan Lingling looked back at Prince Wan, who was sitting on the chair with a pale face, and a few tears rolled down her eyes.
"Don't worry, now that they've entered Bermuda, they can't get out."
"Yeah." Wan Lingling nodded.
"Cough cough..." Prince Wan coughed suddenly.
"Father, how are you?" Wan Lingling squatted down and hurriedly helped him calm down.
Wan Weizhi looked worried and turned around and asked, "Hasn't the room been booked yet?"
"Coming, coming." The guard came trotting over with the doorplate.
Wan Weizhi took it and saw the number plate, his face darkened: "Why is it on the first floor?"
"Master, we came in too late. Many rooms are booked, and there are only two rooms on the first floor."
Wan Weizhi looked towards the first floor, the chaotic crowd of people, all kinds of people, frowning deeply: "Why is my father staying on the first floor? Go change rooms."
"The young master is really gone." The guard looked worried.
Wan Weizhi raised his foot and walked towards the manager.
It is almost dawn and Bermuda is about to close. There are a lot of people checking in at this time, and those who don’t have rooms at the back can only sleep in the dark room.
Wan Weizhi walked past the crowd with the doorplate in his hand and threw it on the steward's desk: "Change rooms."
"Sir, there are no extra rooms upstairs, so we can't change rooms." The manager said with a smile.
"Do you know who I am?"
"Bermuda seeks to treat everyone equally."
"Call your stewards out."
"Sir, I am the manager here."
"I'm talking about Master Fu." Wan Weizhi sneered.
"Sir, if you want to find the deputy director, you can go directly to the side room and ask someone to inform him. I'm just an arranger of rooms. Why are you looking for me?" The steward still had a smiling face.
"You...Okay, I'll settle the score with you later." Wan Weizhi turned around angrily.
"Wait." The steward called out.
Wan Weizhi turned around.
The steward picked up the sign on the table and said, "Sir, this is your house number."
"Keep it for yourself." Wan Weizhi waved his sleeves and left.
"There are two rooms on the first floor. Come forward if you want one." The manager's voice was loud and clear.
"My...I want to live."
"Why are you pushing me? I don't know it's first come, first served. I gave you the money and the room is mine."
The crowd crowded and scrambled.
Wan Weizhi was furious when he heard this. How could a family like them in the Wanwang Mansion stoop so low as to stay in a room on the first floor? When they met Master Fu, they were afraid that no one would arrange a room for them.
"Brother, has the room been arranged? Father feels drowsy and needs a quiet place to rest." Wan Lingling turned around and asked.
"immediately."
"Hurry up, brother."
Wan Weizhi nodded, turned around and said something to the guard next to him, and the guard walked towards Bai Muxun, the doorman wearing a Qilin mask.
The doorman listened to his words for a few seconds, nodded, and walked into a secret door.
Wan Weizhi turned around and saw a man approaching. He went forward and said, "Uncle Zhang."
"Young Master, I've seen it all. There are quite a few nobles who came to Baimuxun this time. I heard them say that Prince Xiyan is here too." Zhang Mao is in his forties and has a mustache.
"Xi Liuyuan is here too?" Wan Weizhi was quite surprised.
"Yes, there is also the Fifth Princess of Beili and the young prince of Nanyuan."
Wan Weizhi could never have imagined that all the people coming to the auction were royal family members. It seemed that this was not just an auction, but a contest between countries.
If they could outperform other countries in the Bermuda auction, the news would surely make Wanwang Mansion famous.
"Uncle Zhang, send someone to keep an eye on the movements of these countries."
"It's already been arranged."
Wan Weizhi nodded.
"Uncle Zhang, please come and look at our father." Wan Lingling turned around and called out.
Zhang Mao walked towards Prince Wan and raised his hand to feel his pulse, which was weak.
"Uncle Zhang, why isn't father moving?"
Zhang Mao released his hand, took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, pinched open Prince Wan's mouth, and stuffed a pill into it. He then said, "Your Highness has a severe heat stroke. Although he has taken medicine, it is still dangerous."
"Father." Wan Lingling burst into tears.
Zhang Mao stood up: "Is the room not ready yet?"
"immediately."
"It has to be done as soon as possible. The cool indoor environment will help the prince recover quickly."
Wan Weizhi nodded and looked towards the position of the Qilin-masked doorman, feeling a little anxious.
About ten minutes later, the secret door moved, and the doorman with a Qilin mask walked out. Behind him walked a middle-aged man in black brocade clothes.
Upon seeing this, Wan Weizhi immediately stepped forward and said, "Excuse me, is this Master Fu?"
The middle-aged man, Fu Chun, looked him up and down and asked, "Are you from the Wanwang Mansion?"
"Exactly."
"Well, come in and talk." Fu Chun said, turned around and walked into the secret door again.
Wan Weizhi was about to say something when the person disappeared. He had no choice but to turn around and have someone carry Prince Wan, and the group crowded into the secret door.
About ten meters behind the secret door is a stone-walled room. The room is brightly lit and extremely cool.
Fu Chun was sitting on a chair holding the freshly brewed tea. Just as he was about to take a sip, he saw more than a dozen people crowded out. The sheer number of people startled him slightly.
"Who are you all?"
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