Gossip King

After Gao Leng sent a text message to Jian Xiaodan, he stood outside the door of the hotel and watched the street secretly.

The elevator door opened, and the phone rang when he was about to walk in. After receiving the call, he looked in the direction of the counter, then hung up the phone, said something to his wife, and strode towards the counter.

He took off the backpack behind him, took out a thick pile of RMB from it, and threw it on the counter without a word.

The hotel where Huang Cong contracted his birthday is well-known in Hainan. Among them, the sea view is the most eye-catching. Two standard rooms were opened before the high cold temperature, and they paid 100,000, 60,000 for the room and 40,000 for the deposit.

Don't be silly, standard rooms are better than VIP rooms in other hotels.

The VIP room of this hotel starts at 7 or 80 thousand nights. The most expensive is the sea view and security. Due to the sea view, the VIP room of this hotel has never been photographed in the room. Huang Cong wrapped it all up.

Gao Leng walked over quickly and shouted: "Push the street." His eyes fell on the pile of RMB he had put on the counter, and he saw the RMB still tied with special bank paper, brand new.

"What about the renewal?" Gao Leng said, reaching out his hand and threw it on the counter: "Swipe mine, yours is not enough."

What happened to the street, after scratching his hair, he said with emotion: "It's so expensive to live a night. It's really not everyone can do it. If you follow the photo..."

When the waiter at the counter heard this, he raised his head in a hurry and looked at Gao Leng and Pingping cautiously.

He suddenly realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly shut up, feeling a little at a loss, his face flushed.

"Reporter?" The waiter's face became stern, and after looking up and down, he said: "Mr. Huang has a professional team of reporters for his birthday dinner. Can you show me the invitation letter?"

"Yes, please show the invitation letter. We are a high-end hotel. No sneak shots are accepted. Please cooperate." Another waiter's gaze stretched out and swept his wife, frowning slightly.

Preventing paparazzi is a required course for hotel staff.

Gao Leng smiled lightly, took out the press card and handed it to the waiter: "I didn't bring the invitation letter, I brought the press card."

"The press card is not enough. According to the rules, it must be an invitation letter."

"Yes, this gentleman, I'm sorry, Mr. Huang got off the hotel..."

The waiter's words came to an abrupt end after taking a glance at the cold press card.

"Gao Leng, it's the reporter who exploded Teng Kayuki and Wenkai, and now planning Mr. Huang's birthday party?" The waiter was still young and was very clear about entertainment gossip. He recognized Gao Leng when he saw his name.

"It should be, but I didn't expect to be so young, I thought it was an uncle, and he was so handsome!"

After the two whispered for less than ten seconds, they immediately handed the ID card to Gao Leng respectfully, and graciously brought a few cups of tea, and said very politely: "Hello, reporter Gao, you are just being negligent, please wait. Just go through the formalities for you."

Gao Leng nodded.

There was a layer of pride in his eyes on the street, and he raised his head slightly, with a lot of confidence.

"Hi reporter Gao, according to Mr. Huang's request, your fee is free, and your room has been upgraded to a VIP room. Please sign." The waiter smiled and passed the information, Gao Leng I took a look and signed it.

"Why don't they all upgrade to VIP rooms? It's so stingy." Pujie murmured dissatisfiedly.

Gao Leng listened in his ears, smiled faintly, and then said to the street: "This question is a good question. Think about why you don't upgrade to VIP rooms. If you can't think of it, just ask the old man."

Pujie nodded quickly, and the sister-in-law standing behind him nodded in agreement.

Gao Leng pretended not to know the details, pointed to his sister-in-law and asked, "May I ask you who are you?"

"Good boss, good boss, excuse me, excuse me, I belong to the old hanging family." Diao sister-in-law quickly bent over, and she was a little nervous.

"Sister-in-law! Oh, look at me, is it careless?" Gao Leng quickly reached out his hand enthusiastically.

Sister-in-law Diao looked at him who extended her hand, and immediately extended her hand, but the movement was very blunt, and her hand was very rough when she shook it.

"The old hanger is on the street, are you going to pick it up?" Gao Leng said as he walked: "Seeing you are young and very careful, you actually picked up the sister-in-law, too, the sister-in-law must be very worried and issued a plane ticket. No invoice? I'll report it to you in a while."

"You don’t need to report the air ticket. I can’t go through the company procedures. This is my sister-in-law. I should pay for it. She is worried that I will pick her up as soon as I leave the police station. I am also afraid that the police station will ask my family to sign. Yes." Pujie replied quickly, but there was a gleam in his eyes.

The waiter led the way. As soon as the elevator opened, the waiter pressed the VIP floor and the ordinary floor.

"I'm going to the ordinary floor, there is something wrong, you don't need to follow it." Gao Leng said. The waiter quickly withdrew from the elevator, and as the elevator door closed, she bowed down respectfully.

"Boss, I know why Huang Cong only promoted you to the VIP room." Pujie suddenly spoke with confidence, with confidence in his words.

"Oh?" Gao Leng turned his head and looked at him.

"Because the VIP rooms are all big guys, and the identity needs to be checked. If people like us can get in, the big guy's privacy will not be guaranteed." Pu Street said.

"How do you know that the identity of a VIP customer is to be reviewed? Where do you see it?"

"Because just now when the waiter walked behind us, I saw her holding the wheat to remind the waiter on the VIP floor, I guess."

Gao Leng nodded appreciatively, and glanced at the street again.

Pujie's education is the same as Lao Diao, not high, but very clever and smart.

just……

There is no discount on the round-trip air ticket, which is 10,000 yuan. Just now he went to the front desk to renew the fee, and he took out 10,000 yuan. It was neat and tidy, and even the seal was not opened.

No frowning.

I have read his resume in a high-level manner, and drove the car with Lao Hang for a year. Before that, he worked as a boy in a small kitchen.

It doesn't make sense for him to write such a big hand.

Furthermore, the old hanging and the fat man’s bags were either carried with him or kept in the room. Even if Lin Gao bought the waiter and secretly entered the room and put drugs in the room, how could he just miss it on the street?

"Well, yes, very smart." Gao Leng said approvingly, and took out a voice recorder from his pocket: "This thing is very important, my pocket is shallow, you help me put it away."

He took it quickly and took the backpack off his shoulders casually. He unzipped the zipper and carefully put the recorder in the inner pocket of the backpack.

Gao Leng glanced at it, and the bag was red.

It is RMB.