Strongest Worker

Dong Dong! Dong Dong!

"Who?" the knock on the door for a long time, a lazy voice slowly sounded, and the innkeeper rubbed his bleary eyes and came out of the room.

"Boss, open the door! Check in!" a hoarse voice sounded outside the door.

"Ouch, it's almost dawn..." the boss turned his head and looked at the wall clock. The watch needle has passed 5 a.m.

The guy outside the door became more and more impatient: "open the door quickly! You won't lose your money!"

"Well, don't be so angry." no one will refuse to make money, not to mention the small hotels in the northern suburbs of Hong Kong. The boss hurried over and opened the rolling shutter door to welcome the guests in.

It was still dark outside, and it was in a remote suburb.

When the rolling shutter door was half opened, the boss asked, "can you get through the cat's waist? I'm not going to open the door before dawn."

"HMM." the people outside answered with a deep voice, and then a figure leaned down and came in from under the rolling shutter door.

The boss looked at the man in front of him and couldn't help but be a little stunned. Judging from his figure and posture, there was a young man standing in front of him, but now the latter was tightly wrapped in a thick blanket and wrapped his whole head.

"What are you doing with your blanket this summer?" the innkeeper couldn't help wondering, "is it hot to cover so tightly? Can you see the road clearly?"

"Less nonsense, open a room for me." the man scolded angrily.

"This..." the boss smiled, "brother, you'd better change one."

"What do you mean?"

The boss stepped back and waved his hand: "you look like this, I really dare not let you live here."

"My skin is not very good and I can't see light."

"Isn't it an infectious disease?" the boss was surprised and waved his hand again and again. "That's even worse. If you infect other tenants, I'll be responsible. Forget it, you'd better go."

"It won't infect, but it can't see light."

"Don't say anything. Please leave." the boss stretched out his hand and pointed to the door. "It's not easy for me to do business. Be considerate."

As soon as the voice fell, a thick pile of money had been handed to the hotel owner: "we'd better understand each other."

"This..." the innkeeper stared at the stack of banknotes, hesitated for a moment, and took it with a smile. "It's not easy to go out. It's easy to say. Take out your ID card and I'll register."

"No ID card."

The hotel owner looked bitter: "brother, aren't you kidding me? You don't even have an ID card and don't even let me see your face. If you catch up with the police station to check, you'll be fined."

"You find a way," the man said, and another pile of money was handed to the innkeeper.

"Well, money can make ghosts grind." after all, no one can't get by with money. The hotel owner sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "In this way, if the police station comes to check, I'll say you're my nephew, okay? Don't slip the tongue. I have to continue my business in the future."

"I see."

"Well, let me see. Room 1 on the third floor is the innermost part of the corridor, and there are no tenants on the third floor."

"Very good." the man seemed to breathe a long sigh of relief.

The boss went around behind the counter, checked the record book with a ballpoint pen, turned it in the drawer and handed over a key: "here, here's your key. You can go upstairs and have a rest."

"Thank you." the man thanked unexpectedly, paused slightly and said again, "prepare me something to eat, help me bring it upstairs, and double the price for you."

The innkeeper wrung his eyebrows and said, "Oh, this time, only the leftovers from last night are left."

"OK, help me upstairs." the man said. With the creak of the wooden stairs, he shook and disappeared into the shadow of the corner of the stairs.

"What's the origin of this boy? He's so rich and doesn't let people see his face. Maybe he's a robber." the innkeeper muttered in a low voice, turned under a thick stack of books on his right hand, and pulled out several recently issued wanted notices.

"Robbery, murder... Yes! The cash truck of the University of Hong Kong Bank was robbed..." the boss took up the wanted notice and looked at it. Then he sighed again, "no, there's a short fat man on it..."

Squinting, the hotel owner buckled the wanted notices on the counter, turned and walked slowly into the kitchen, filled some leftovers from last night, the stove was hot, and then loaded it with a tray and walked up the stairs carefully to the third floor.

Standing in front of Room 301, the hotel owner held his breath, put his ears close to the door and listened quietly.

There was no sound in the room as if no one lived in it.

"Who's outside?" a cold voice suddenly sounded from the room. The innkeeper's face suddenly changed, and his body could not help shaking. He hurriedly said, "rice... Rice has come!"

"Put it at the door."

"Oh, good, good, you eat slowly." he bent down and put the tray at the door. The innkeeper turned and hurried downstairs with a green face. Standing in front of the counter on the first floor, with one hand on his waist, he still had lingering palpitations after taking a small breath.

This just happened, so that the hotel owner had already lost all sleep. Out of human nature, he was really curious about the mysterious tenant in Room 301.

After hesitating for a while, the hotel owner grabbed the wanted rewards issued by the North Hong Kong Police on the counter, rolled them randomly into his pocket, and turned back to the house.

The owner of the hotel, surnamed song, is in his early 40s and has serious hair loss. Although he is not a rich man, he also has a small industry. Boss song has operated this small hotel for more than ten years. Even if he can't make much money, he has a room and a car after all, and the economic conditions are quite good. But until today, boss song is still a bachelor.

He has attended many blind dates and met many women who are interested in him. Some women in the world pursue romance, while others pursue stability. Although boss song is not good-looking and smooth, he is economical and applicable. He is a reliable object that can provide life security for the rest of his life.

In his forties, boss song also wants to marry a wife, have children and carry on the family line. But often after a short contact, boss song kept away from those women who had a good impression, and even put their phone numbers on the blacklist. This doesn't mean he's not interested in women, it's just that he doesn't like others to see his life.

Boss song has a secret that only he knows.

Now he entered his room and bolted the door firmly. He stood behind the door for a while and hung a small brass lock on the latch, but did not buckle the lock.

The house where boss song lives is behind the counter. On the left and right sides of this room are his own bathroom and kitchen. One side is water and the other is fire, which is quite unlucky in Feng Shui, but the old houses in northern Hong Kong are basically of this structure.

Go around the corridor under the stairs and you will arrive at the restaurant behind the room. There is a small window connected with the kitchen. If the tenants order in the restaurant, they will pass it out through the small window. Boss song invited a young man to cook in the kitchen and occasionally let him do odd jobs, but he never let him into his house.

This is the overall pattern of the first floor of the small hotel and the truth that most people see, but only boss song himself knows that there is actually a basement in his house.

Now boss song closed the door and turned to the house. He passed a row of clothes racks, a red painted table full of sundries, opened the curtain and saw his spacious double bed. The thick mattress looks very soft and shows a luxury that is not commensurate with the whole room.

Stretch out a hand and press it on the bed. Boss song took off his faded shirt and only wore a washed yellow vest.

It was strange that he didn't go to bed, but he rolled under the bed.

The floor has been for a long time, and I don't remember when I waxed last time, but it is still shiny. Boss song quickly squeezed under the bed, stretched out two fingers to touch the ground, and then pulled into two small holes.

Those are two round holes that just allow two fingers to go in.

With a slight click, boss song poked something in the round hole. Then he pushed the floor out of the ground with a force of his wrist, revealing a square cement hole under it, from which a dim light came out.

Gently licked his lips, boss song turned around, supported the hole with his two hands and put his two legs in.

The basement is only four or five meters away from the surface, not deep. Boss song's two feet soon touched the ground. He stood firm and looked around the room, which was only more than ten square meters, and a satisfied smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Pasted on the corner of the basement, there are several mottled long tables on which three brand-new desktop computers are placed. One of the computers is on and the picture is playing on it. It was a pair of young lovers who didn't touch an inch, hugged each other and slept.

Boss song glanced at the computer screen. He knew that this was the tenant on the second floor tonight. Even without these pictures, boss song knew what they had done in the house through their shouting that lasted all night and even made noise to the first floor.

If it's on weekdays, boss song will call up the automatically recorded video to enjoy the enthusiasm of the young men and women, but tonight he has much less desire for evil, just because a tenant who makes him more curious has arrived.

"Let me see your true face."

This novel has been translated by www.readwn.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.