41 Bankruptcy

After carefully entering the room with Tang Qingshan, Liu Biao couldn't help looking around. This is a presidential suite. The room is very spacious, but the curtains made the light in the room dark, even with a gloomy feeling. A middle-aged man in his forties sat next to the coffee table in the living room with Smiling, gentle and elegant, wearing light blue casual clothes, looking at Liu Biao with a smile.

"Brother, he is Liu Biao." Tang Qingshan said respectfully, and then stood aside.

"Sit down." The middle-aged man pointed to a sofa opposite him and looked at Liu Biao with a warm smile. Then he picked up a simple teapot from the coffee table and began to make tea, very attentive.

Watching the man take tea, pour water, wash tea step by step, Liu Biao's inexplicable fear was also greatly relieved at this moment. Sitting opposite the man and looking at the warm smile on his face, Liu Biao suddenly felt that the gentle man might not be as terrible as he thought.

"Try it." Five minutes later, the middle-aged man had made the tea, pushed the teacup to Liu Biao along the coffee table and said with a smile.

Liu Biao did not dare to neglect. Although the man's impression on himself was not bad, the big man naturally had the methods and philosophy of big men. It was definitely not something he could measure. He picked up the teacup from the coffee table with both hands and took a sip. He only felt a hot hot current rush down his throat, and his face suddenly appeared. With a trace of pain, the tea was too hot.

"This is the bamboo leaf green tea from Emeishan, Sichuan. After soaking it in boiling water for ten minutes can it emit the fragrance of tea. Only when the tea is fully melted can you taste the refreshing and mellow taste. I can't be in a hurry." The middle-aged man couldn't help laughing when he looked at Liu Biao.

"Yes, yes." Liu Biao nodded as if pounding garlic.

"Qingshan, go out and wait for a while." The middle-aged man looked at Tang Qingshan and ordered.

After Tang Qingshan went out, the middle-aged man's face changed a little. His original smile became deep, and his plain eyes seemed to have a kind of touching magic.

Liu Biao also suddenly realized the unfathomable depth of this man at this moment.

"You were injured by a young man named Xiao Chen more than two months ago. Do you remember what kind of boxing he used?" The middle-aged man asked calmly, but there was an unquestionable force in his tone.

Liu Biao himself is just an ordinary gangster in the streets and alleys of Nanjing City. His vision and knowledge are limited. How can he know what boxing the young man used at the beginning? But looking at the middle-aged man staring at his eyes, Liu Biao felt scared and did not dare to say that he didn't know at all. He racked his brains to think about it. After the moment, I suddenly remembered what the group of friends who were injured by Xiao Chen said, "The boy seems to use Nanquan, but it seems to be very different from Nanquan. As far as I know, Nanquan has no practicality at all. At most, it's just a show on TV program." This sentence was said by the coach who was injured by Xiao Chen. Liu Biao didn't know whether it was true or not, and he didn't know whether what the coach said was credible or not. But now I can't control so much. Looking at the man, he answered carefully, "I heard from my friend that the boy seems to be using Nanquan."

"South boxing? That's right." The middle-aged man smiled and said, with an unexpected pride in his expression, "You can go."

Liu Biao was a little puzzled, so he let him go? For a moment, I couldn't help looking at the man and didn't know what to do.

"What, do you want to stay and have dinner with me?" The middle-aged man said jokingly.

At this moment, there is only a middle-aged man left in the large room. He slowly took a sip of tea. The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Xiao Chen? An interesting guy, no wonder Dancer will never forget him, but the hatred between my Tang family and the Xiao family has been too deep. It seems that I have to find a way to resolve it. The girl of Wuer is stubborn. Just like her mother's touch at the beginning, she doesn't listen to what she is sure about.

The middle-aged man's name is Tang Zhen, the head of Tangmen, who always knows him, but few people know him in the world today.

Time passes quickly, like running water. With the passage of time, Lin Ruohai also feels more and more a bad feeling. The hotel's business has begun to decline more seriously after a rapid leap. Up to now, he can't make ends meet. Employees' salaries, equipment maintenance, and some necessary entertainment. Too many things have already made Lin Ruohai's heart strained. Lin Ruohai was not a person who dared to be interested in business. The reason why he was willing to agree to Zhang Qiuling's request was just to help Xiao Chen run this hotel well.

Lin Ruohai decided to talk to Zhou Zhengxiong. That guy had a monthly salary of tens of thousands of yuan, but he stayed in the office and played with the computer all day, which made Lin Ruohai very unhappy.

Rushing into Zhou Zhengxiong's room, Lin Ruohai looked at Zhou Zhengxiong, who was playing the game, and sneered, "Zhou Zhengxiong, is this how you are the financial director? Don't you know that there is something wrong with the hotel's liquidity? You're not in a hurry at all?"

Zhou Zhengxiong put down his mouse and leaned on the chair. He looked at Lin Ruohai, who was full of anger, and said coldly, "It's not my fault. Why are you angry with me? Besides, the hotel is not mine. Why should I worry? I can barely spend tens of thousands of yuan a month's salary."

"You have been fired!" Lin Ruohai roared loudly, with blue veins on his face.

"Goodbye then." Zhou Zhengxiong smiled and left.

Half a month ago, Zhou Zhengxiong lost his interest in playing with Xiao Chen, because the owner of Tangmen talked to him once and clearly told him that he must end the Eagle Strike Changkong Hotel as soon as possible. Although Zhou Zhengxiong is an arrogant person, he also knows that he still can't afford to provoke Tangmen, so Zhou Zhengxiong turned into a black warrior and hit the eagle into the sky in half a month.

Ten days later, Eagle Strike Changkong Hotel declared bankruptcy and ended his short career, only two months from the beginning to the end.

Lin Ruohai and Li San began to work in Nanjing because of livelihood problems. Only they knew the bitterness in their hearts.

Fang Yan also left Nanjing City. He said goodbye to Lin Ruohai and Li San and stepped on the north train. Fang Yan felt sorry for Lin Ruohai, Xiao Chen, and Zhang Qiuling. A good hotel was buried like this, and hundreds of millions of assets were wiped out in an instant.

The news of the bankruptcy of the Eagle Strike Long Sky Hotel spread all over the country in an instant under the spread of the media. After Xiao Chen learned the news from Wang Gui's mouth, he had a bitter face on his face all day long. When he was studying at the National Defense University, he also became a little absent-minded. He originally planned to spend a year. After returning to Nanjing, you can recruit troops and fight with your opponents, but now the only capital has been wiped out, how can you not be sad?

"There is an old Chinese saying that horses are not fat without weeds, and people are not rich without money, but I think it is better to get what I want step by step to be more down-to-earth. Why did the Eagle Strike Long Sky Hotel collapse so quickly? Because you don't have enough ability." In the bar where Wang Gui worked, Wang Gui looked at the man beside him seriously and said.

"It makes sense." Xiao Chen whispered and drank up the glass of beer in front of him.

"In fact, although there are many opportunities in Nanjing, I don't think so. After all, the market in Nanjing is saturated, and there are all the things that should be. Suddenly, there is a top hotel. If there is not enough ability to control it, bankruptcy is inevitable." Wang Gui said with a smile while pouring beer into Xiao Chen's glass.

When Xiao Chen woke up the next day, he felt a little pain in his head. He tried to recall what happened last night, but he couldn't remember it. He only remembered that he drank a lot of wine, white wine and beer in the bar. He remembered that in a daze, he was helped out of the door of the bar by a weak body. I went to the dormitory of the National Defense University.

"Yunshui Ballad, is it her?" After Xiao Chen muttered, a smile appeared on his face.