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Chapter 431 Zhang Chrysanthemum

Zhang Juhua is a man's name, he was once proud of his name, Juzhe, cold and proud, with a noble character, he is actually a gentleman among flowers.

Until one day, someone wrote a poem, which said: When the day of Double Ninth Festival comes, the chrysanthemums will still come.

Double Ninth Day Chrysanthemum.

This day is not that day, but a verb.

Once you get it wrong, you can never go back.

Zhang Juhua's name quickly became a laughing stock, everyone said that he was waiting for Chongyang, so why should he still be called Zhang Juhua, it would be better to call him Zhang Dairi.

Zhang Juhua originally wanted to change her name, but this nickname of waiting for the day spread, wouldn't changing her name be a cover-up?Just follow the example of an ostrich and dive headlong into the sand. Regardless of your gossip, I will stand still.

In any case, the name given by the old father finally stayed and did not change.

Zhang Juhua is a native of California. California is [-] miles away from Shenjing, which is not too far away. Their company has some business contacts with Shenjing. As the person in charge, Zhang Juhua often travels between the two places.But this time it was different. Zhang Juhua went to Shenjing on a business trip, and disappeared after arriving there. She couldn't get through the phone, and the other company didn't see anyone else.

Zhang Juhua's family members were anxious because they couldn't get in touch with each other. However, they pressed the company, but the company prevaricated, saying that Zhang Juhua was an adult and had his own freedom of action.The company is not in a hurry, but the family is in a hurry, so the old father Zhang Zhujie decided to go to Beijing to find out in person.

Zhang Zhujie has been in the business all his life. He has traveled far and wide and has seen a lot. He will not be stage frighted anywhere. He took a photo of his son and asked all the way from the station. Not to mention, he really got a clue.

Zhang Juhua came to Beijing this time to talk about cooperation. He brought some samples to show to the partner. He thought the samples were very precious, but when he got out of the car to go to the battle, he was hit by someone and almost broke all the samples.Although the other party didn't do it on purpose, Zhang Juhua still had a quarrel with the National People's Congress. At that time, the quarrel was so loud that the station staff were deeply impressed by it.Because it wasn't long after the incident, Zhang Zhujie held a photo of his son and was quickly recognized by others.

"It's not that, that person, he got into a fight with someone the other day as soon as he got out of the car."

When Zhang Zhujie heard that there was something interesting, he hurriedly asked for details. The person at the station said: "This gentleman had a conflict with someone when he left the station. We made a mediation. Later, in order to express my apology, I personally sent this gentleman out of the station. And called him a taxi."

"Then did he say where he's going?" Zhang Zhujie asked hopefully.

The person at the station recalled it for a while, and said uncertainly: "There were a lot of people at that time, I didn't hear it very clearly, he seemed to be going to some Lijing Hotel."

It was a blessing to be able to find this clue, Zhang Zhujie thanked the station staff, then took a taxi and went straight to the Lijing Hotel.

The driver was very talkative. Along the way, he talked about the recent unrest in Shenjing. He heard that there was a blood demon, and more than 10,000 people died a few days ago.It's so hot, under the feet of the emperor, there is a majestic Beijing, how can there be evil spirits?In the final analysis, it is all to blame for the lords of the current dynasty to fight for power and profit, but disregarding the life and death of the people. They stretched their hands too far and overwhelmed the Special Affairs Bureau. Chaos in Beijing?
Ordinary people's thinking is relatively simple, they don't care what difficulties you have for the central ministers, anyway, if there are my benefits, then you officials will do a good job, you are all masters of Qingtian, if you don't have my benefits, then you Bastards are vegetarian meals for corpses, and every one of them should be ripped apart and fed to the dogs.

Zhang Zhujie wasn't interested in the bullshit between the central government and the Special Affairs Bureau. After all, the disputes in the court were nothing to do with the common people?But the fact that more than 10,000 people died in the blood demon made the old man's liver tremble, so many people died?Will my son's chrysanthemum be among them?No way?My son is not short-lived, how could he die so casually?But, if nothing happened, why did my son suddenly disappear?

The old man was uneasy, and he couldn't suppress it no matter what. He had something on his mind, so he didn't talk to the driver much.On the contrary, the driver saw a lot of people of all kinds. Although the old man didn't talk to him very much, he talked endlessly by himself, so he wasn't lonely on the road.

I don't know how long it took, but the Lijing Hotel arrived.

Zhang Zhujie got out of the car tremblingly, settled down and walked into the hotel. When he got to the front desk, he took out his son's photo and asked, "Hello, let me ask you, does this person live with you?"

There was a pretty little girl at the front desk. She looked at the photo, then at the old man, and said with a smile, "Old man, according to the regulations, we cannot disclose the privacy of our guests."

Um?Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhujie became excited. Does this mean that my son is a guest here?He shook the counter and said loudly: "Girl, this is my son. He didn't call home when he came to Shenjing. He couldn't get in touch. The family was going crazy. Girl, please do me a favor, please do me a favor." Please tell me, does he live here? What room does he live in?"

The old man’s anxious face turned pale, and he almost knelt down to beg for help, but the little girl at the front desk was not moved at all, she still smiled professionally and said, “Old man, I’m so sorry, we have regulations here, Guests’ privacy cannot be disclosed to outsiders at will.”

The little girl specifically emphasized outsiders, Zhang Zhujie seemed to have realized something, and he asked: "Then why are you not considered outsiders?"

"The guests who live here are all our own people. We must ensure that the guests feel at home and treat every guest as our own family." The little girl said with a smile.

The old man understood in no time, he took out his wallet and slapped it on the counter: "Give me a room, the most expensive one."

The little girl was very happy to see the old man being so polite, she quickly completed the check-in procedures for the old man, collected the money, and handed over the room card.Zhang Zhujie took the room card and couldn't wait to say: "Is it okay now? I'm your guest, can you tell me? What room is my son staying in?"

The little girl smiled reservedly and said: "Mr., you are our honored guest now. I can't lie to you. To tell you the truth, I have never seen your son."

"what?"

Zhang Zhujie blew up on the spot, what the fuck, you little bitch are here to amuse me?Co-authoring is just to trick me into opening a house, so you use this kind of dirty trick?I'm an old man, can you do it too?Because of the anxiety caused by the disappearance of his son, and the fact that his hope was broken just after he had hoped, Mr. Zhang Zhujie ran away on the spot, picked up the flowerpot of the rich tree on the counter and smashed it on the ground.

With a bang, the flowerpot shattered.

Even at this point, the old man didn't mean to hurt others, he cried and said: "Girl, I beg you, tell me the whereabouts of my son, I'm just such a son, I'm just such a son! "

(End of this chapter)