Chapter 976： There are so many people offended

“…You 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 arms: "IOU."

"You..." Lin Hui hesitated.

“As long as the money is paid, the IOU will be returned.”

Lin Hui struggled for a while before slowly picking up a pen and paper and writing down the IOU.

"Girl, please write clearly on the IOU what you owe the money for." The doorman glanced at it and handed the book to her again.

Lin Hui bit her lower lip.

"Girl, this is Bermuxun's rule. If the reason for the IOU cannot be clearly stated, Bermuxun will not give credit."

Lin Hui held the pen and wrote down the reason.

The female door attendant took a look at it and then put it into her arms with satisfaction: "I will give you an answer tomorrow morning."

 Lin Hui watched the doorman go out with some scruples. After thinking about it, he decided to ask Mr. Song to borrow money first, make up for Bai Muxun's money, and get the IOU back.

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Fourth floor.

Ye Qianning was restless when she returned to the room. She got up and went to Xiang Minghou's room. Her father was not there. It seemed that Bai Muxun's father had been busy all the time.

“Rowan, where is dad?”

“Unclear.”

Ye Qianning was surprised. He went to the kitchen and walked around, but he didn't see any familiar figure, and he was confused.

“Du Yi, go and find out who is staying in Baimuxun. You’d better draw up a list for me.”

"yes."

Ye Qianning wandered 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 around and met Wan Lingling's cannibalistic gaze.

Wan Lingling looked even angrier when she saw her.

Ye Qianning shrugged and walked upstairs.

This group of people is not in peace either. They are trying to catch turtles in a jar. She wants to see how they catch them.

"What are you looking at?" Wan Weizhi looked in that direction.

“Brother, I saw the woman just now.”

“Which one?”

“They were the group of people who caused my father to fall. If it weren’t for them, how could his father be so injured?” Wan Lingling looked back at the pale Prince Wan on the chair, with a few tears flowing from her eyes.

“Don’t worry, since they have entered Baimuxun, they can’t get out.”

“Yeah.” Wan Lingling nodded.

“Ahem…” Prince Wan coughed suddenly.

"Father, how are you?" Wan Lingling knelt down and hurriedly gave him some relief.

Wan Weizhi looked worried, turned around and scolded: "Has the room been decided yet?"

“Here it comes, here it comes.” The guard trotted over holding the house number.

Wan Weizhi took it and his face darkened when he saw the number plate: "Why is it the first floor?"

“Master, we came in too late. Many rooms have been booked, and there are only two rooms on the first floor.”

Wan Weizhi looked at the cluttered crowd on the first floor. Lao Gao frowned and said, "How come my father lives on the first floor? Go and change the room."

“The young master is really gone.” The guard looked sad.

Wan Weizhi raised his feet and walked towards the direction of the steward.

It is almost dawn now, and Bermuxun is about to close. There are so many people checking in at this point, and those who don’t have rooms in the back can only sleep in the dark room.

Wan Weizhi took the door number and passed through everyone, slamming the door number on the steward's table: "Change rooms."

"Master, there is no extra room upstairs, so we can't change it," the steward said with a smile.

"Do you know who I am?"

“Bai Muxun treats everyone equally.”

“Tell your stewards to come out.”

“Sir, I am the steward here.”

“This young master is talking about the master of the museum.” Wan Weizhi sneered. "If this young master wants to find the deputy manager, he can go directly to the side room and ask someone to inform him. I am just a person who arranges rooms. Why do you want to see me?" The steward still looked smiling.

"You...Okay, I'll settle the score with you later." Wan Weizhi turned around angrily.

“Wait a minute.” The steward called.

Wan Wei Zhi turned around.

The steward picked up the sign on the table: "Sir, your house number."

“You can keep it for yourself.” Wan Weizhi threw up his sleeves and left.

"Two rooms on the first floor, come forward if you want them." The steward's voice sounded loudly.

“My…I want to live.”

“I don’t know what to do on a first-come, first-served basis. I’ll give you the money and the room is mine.”

The crowd crowded and started fighting.

Wan Weizhi was annoyed when he heard this. How could they, as members of the Wanwang Mansion, fall to the point of staying in a room on the first floor? When they met the owner, they were afraid that no one would arrange a room.

“Brother, have the rooms been arranged? My father is groggy and needs a quiet place to rest.” Wan Lingling turned around and asked.

"immediately."

“Brother, hurry up.”

Wan Weizhi nodded, turned around and said something to the guard next to him, and the guard walked towards the doorman wearing a unicorn mask.

The doorman listened to his words, nodded and walked through a secret door.

Wan Weizhi turned around and saw a man approaching. He stepped forward and said, "Uncle Zhang."

“Young master, I have seen it all. There are many noble people coming to Baimuxun this time. I heard them talking about the fact that the Prince of Xilun is also here.” Zhang Mao is in his forties and wears a two-character mustache.

“Xi Liuyuan is here too?” Wan Weizhi was quite surprised.

“Well, there are also the fifth princess of Beili and the young prince of Nanyuan.”

Wan Weizhi never imagined that all the people attending the auction would be members of the royal family. It seemed that this time it was not just an auction, but also a competition between countries.

If they can outperform other countries at the Bermuxun auction, they will definitely become famous when it is reported back to Wanwang Mansion.

“Uncle Zhang sent people to keep an eye on the movements of these countries.”

“Already arranged.”

Wan Weizhi nodded.

“Uncle Zhang, look at father quickly.” Wan Lingling turned around and called.

Zhang Mao walked towards Prince Wan and raised his hand to test his pulse, which was weak.

“Uncle Zhang, why doesn’t your father move?”

Zhang Mao let go, took out the porcelain bottle from his arms, opened Prince Wan's mouth and stuffed an elixir into it, and then said: "Your Majesty has a serious heat stroke. Although he has taken medicine, he is still in danger."

“Father.” Wan Lingling cried.

Zhang Mao stood up: "Is the room not ready yet?"

"immediately."

"As soon as possible, Bai Muxun finds the coolness in the room, which can help the prince to recover quickly."

Wan Weizhi nodded and looked towards where the unicorn-masked doorman was just now, feeling a little anxious.

About ten minutes later, the secret door moved, and the door attendant in a unicorn mask walked out. Behind him, a middle-aged man in black brocade also walked out.

Seeing this, Wan Weizhi immediately stepped forward to greet him, cupped his hands and said, "Is this the director of the museum?"

Middle-aged man Fu Chun looked him up and down: "Are you from Wanwang Mansion?"

“Exactly.”

“Well, come in and talk.” After Fu Chun said that, he turned around and walked into the secret door.

Just as Wan Weizhi was about to say something else, the person disappeared, so he had no choice but to turn around and let others carry Prince Wan, and the group crowded into the secret door.

About ten meters behind the secret door is a room with a stone wall. 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 a dozen people crowded in. He was slightly startled by the large number of people.

“Who are you?”