Chapter 2282： Will go in two months

The second call was just hung up, and the phone rang again, this time it was an unfamiliar local number.

"Hey, is it Chengnan Hotel? Is there a poem written on the wall of a room where you have? The first sentence at the beginning is "Moonlight in front of the bed". I want to reserve that room. I have already booked it tomorrow night? The day after tomorrow What about the evening? What about the night after tomorrow? Good, then book the night after tomorrow."

Then, the fourth, fifth, sixth... the calls kept coming in.

"What? It's been booked a month later? I wiped it! Why are they so fast? Set, set, and set, one month later, one month later."

"Fine, nothing, I'll book the other room first, the next room. What? The next room is booked a week later? Okay, I'll do it, or I have to do it."

"What about the next room? Or is it booked a week later? What about the other rooms? What? Nothing? There are only three rooms in total? Boss, you have too few rooms. Okay, Okay, Still have to decide, you can find me the fastest time to move in."

"..."

The phone was answered one by one, and the boss didn't know how many calls he had already answered. He only knew that his voice was a little dumb, and the room with poems had been booked two months later.

The other two rooms have been booked to go after one month.

In this process, the boss is always in a state of complete confusion, and it feels as unreal as if he is dreaming.

Well, no, dreams feel more real than this.

However, the boss is always confused and confused, but he knows that this is related to the poem that the young man left on the wall.

It seems that the poem has spread outside.

How did it spread? It was easy for the boss to think that the thin and tall man who stayed at last night, apart from himself, was the only one who had seen the poem.

Then, it can only be the lanky man who passed the poem out.

And this is not the point. The point is why after the poem was spread, it caused such a sensation? There will be so many people who can't wait to call to book a room, and they don't ask anything, they just want to book a room.

Could it be that those who called to book a room guessed the identity of the young man? And that young man's identity is extremely extraordinary, enough to make so many people can't wait to live in the same room.

Who is that young man? The boss carefully thought about the young man's face. It seemed that he was a rather ordinary young man. He really couldn't guess who that young man was?

But no matter who that young man is, the boss is already full of gratitude in his heart, he is definitely the noble man in his life.

Hundreds of calls to book rooms were answered in a row, and no matter how long they were in the queue, they were all booked. Such glorious results, let alone his inconspicuous Chengnan hotel, even the most luxurious star hotels, it is absolutely unprecedented.

It can be said that this is already a miracle.

For the boss, this is too unreal. Even dreams are more real than this.

Excited and excited for a long time, the boss finally felt that there was a trace of truth in the matter.

Who is that young man? The boss still doesn't know, but he believes that everything will have an answer tomorrow.

...

The next day, shortly after dawn, the boss opened the door and started business.

Not long after the door was opened, I saw a man in his 20s wearing glasses, hurriedly rushed to stand outside the store, looked at the four-character sign of "Chengnan Hotel", and said to himself: "South Gate" The hotel in the south of the city should be this one."

Then, the man in glasses saw the boss, with a look of excitement and expectation on his face, rushed to the boss, and said: "Boss, you are the boss of Chengnan Hotel? Do you have a room on a wall here? A young guest left a poem. The first sentence is'Moonlight in front of the bed'?"

Someone will come here today, the boss is not surprised, he just didn't expect someone to come so early.

He said: "It is true. It was the night before yesterday. There was a young man staying in the hotel and he left such a poem on the wall."

Hearing the confirmation from the boss, the man with glasses looked even more excited and expectant, and said, "Boss, can I go and see it?"

The boss nodded and said, "Of course, sir, please follow me upstairs."

"Hey, okay, okay, thank you boss." The man in glasses nodded hurriedly.

The boss is quite calm on the surface, but the excitement in his heart is not below that of the man with glasses.

Bringing the man with glasses into the room, the boss pointed to a wall and said, "It's there, sir, please take a look."

As soon as the man with glasses entered the room, he couldn't wait to scan the surrounding walls. Then he saw the direction the boss was pointing, and he took a closer look. Sure enough, he saw words on the wall, whispered, and ran over in two steps.

When he came to the front, the man with glasses became more and more excited and excited, and murmured, "It can't be wrong, it can't be wrong. This is exactly the words of Mr. Li Fan. Only the words of Mr. Li Fan have such a deep meaning. Achievements."

The boss has been paying attention to the reaction of the man in the glasses, and naturally he heard the man in the glasses muttering to himself. When he heard the words "Mr. Li Fan", the boss was shocked first, and then finally solved many doubts in his mind.

It's clear, everything is clear, all doubts are solved. Why are there those calls from last night? Why is this man with glasses rushing over so early in the morning and still looks like this?

It turned out that the young man turned out to be Li Fan.

"Hey! I should have thought about it, besides Mr. Li Fan, who else would have such an influence? Why didn't I think that the young man was Mr. Li Fan?" the boss thought in his heart.

With this thought, he felt something was wrong. Why didn't he think that the young man would be Li Fan?

Because in his opinion, this poem is quite ordinary, how could the poem of the poet Li Fan be so ordinary? This is the reason why he didn't think about Li Fan at all.

But the current situation shows that this poem is really by Li Fan.

Isn't this poem as simple as it seems?

The boss stunned, and once again looked at the poem on the wall, carefully appreciate it.

With this carefulness, he seemed to really feel the extraordinaryness of this song. However, before he had time to get a deeper taste, he was interrupted by the words of the man with glasses.

"Boss, I stayed in this room tonight. How much is it for a night?"

"This..." The boss gave a weird look at the man with glasses and said, "I'm very sorry, sir, this room has already been booked tonight."

"Someone has already made a reservation? So soon?" The man with glasses was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "Then tomorrow night, tomorrow night will do."

The boss shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, sir. There is also a reservation for tomorrow night."

"Also booked for tomorrow night? What about the next night?"

"Also booked the night after tomorrow."

"It's also booked for the night after tomorrow? Isn't it, what about the night after tomorrow?"

"Also booked."

"No, boss, when will I be able to live in this room soonest?"

"This... will go in two months."

"What? Two months later? Boss, there are people who have booked these times? When did they book? There can be so many people before me, right?"

"It was booked over the phone last night."

"Phone? I wiped it! Why didn't I think that I could still book by phone?"

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