With such inconvenience, the hotel’s business is definitely not going to be very good, with the daily occupancy rate basically being only a few percent.

However, it is such a hotel that has not closed down yet and is still surviving, which is really puzzling.

Perhaps only those who know the inside story understand the significance of its existence.

……

“Click, click, click…”

Room 203, nd floor of the hotel.

The standard one-bedroom, one-bathroom guest room is simply furnished. Apart from the yellowed desk phone on the bedside table and the smoke alarm on the ceiling, the only thing in the entire room that can be called an “electronic product” is probably the quartz clock on the wall.

The brown curtains were drawn and the room was very quiet, as if even the air was imprisoned in this small guest room.

There are generally only two possibilities when drawing the curtains in broad daylight.

The people in the room were either still asleep or doing something shameful.

It is said that the police sometimes use this to find suspects.

However, the reason why the residents of Room 203 pulled the curtains was not due to either of the above reasons.

He just didn’t want to see the brick wall behind the curtains, which was more depressing than the darkness.

“Da da da……”

There were footsteps outside the door and then they disappeared quickly.

Sitting motionless beside the bed, Lu Guanghong quietly watched the second hand of the quartz clock moving, his eyes empty and numb, like a sculpture.

At this moment, the second hand seems to be more energetic than him.

From the 5th to the 21st, Lu Guanghong has been under “house arrest” here for 16 days.

At first, someone would come to him every day to ask questions, but now such opportunities rarely occur.

In recent times, all Lu Guanghong can do every day is eat, sleep and read.

No mobile phone, no television, no internet… He was not allowed to communicate with the outside world, so naturally it was impossible for him to know any news from the outside world.

Well, that’s not quite accurate.

There was one thing Lu Guanghong knew.

That was the death of Lu Haichuan.

The day he learned about this, he almost broke down.

Fortunately, it calmed down in the end.

Then he went to the funeral.

Although he couldn’t get off the car, he still saw Yu Lingzhi, Lu Zhechen and Lu Shuyu.

He saw Lu Haichuan’s tombstone bathed in the morning light.

I also saw Lu Chen.

Today, it has been six days since the funeral…or maybe seven days, Lu Guanghong couldn’t remember clearly.

His perception of time has gradually weakened in this long period of isolation, and he doesn’t even know whether the time on the quartz clock in front of him is accurate.

After all, the three meals a day never seem to be delivered at the time they should be.

For example, now.

The time on the dial was three fifty in the afternoon.

If nothing goes wrong, someone will knock on the door in ten minutes, hand me a meal, and then take the plate away half an hour later.

So, is this meal at four o’clock considered lunch or dinner?

Staring at the quartz clock silently, Lu Guanghong’s brain, like an old machine, seemed to be able to only think about such meaningless questions.

When people are waiting idly, time seems to be particularly long.

Each jump of the second hand seemed to last for several minutes. The “click” sound rang and disappeared, whispering over and over again in this silent space.

“Dong Dong Dong~”

Finally, the clock pointed to four o’clock and the knock on the door came as expected.

Without waiting for a second, Lu Guanghong immediately stood up, walked a few steps to the door, took a deep breath, and gently opened the door.

Looking at the expressionless young man outside the door, the corners of his mouth trembled, as if he wanted to say something.

But the other party didn’t show any intention of saying anything to him and just handed over the plate in his hand.

“…”

Lu Guanghong took the plate in silence, and ultimately couldn’t say anything.

“Click.”

He closed the door and walked back to the bed.

He put the dinner plate on the bedside table and stared at the food on the plate. He had no appetite.

It’s not that it’s not delicious, I just don’t feel hungry.

So after eating a few bites, he put down his chopsticks and left only a box of fresh milk with today’s production date, intending to drink it before going to bed.

Based on previous experience, this little thing will still be allowed.

But this time it seems different.

“Drink the milk early.”

Half an hour later, when the young man came to collect the plates, he suddenly said this.

……

……

“I thought I was helping her.”

“Tongsheng is almost insolvent. Not only does it owe suppliers money, but it also has a huge amount of employee compensation. No one dares to take over such a company now.”

“So if I don’t take over, Xiaoyu’s shares will be worthless.”

“As for what you said… I can only say that even if I hadn’t intervened, with Tongsheng’s current business situation, it would have reached this point in two years at the latest.”

“And the result will still be the same then.”

“So all I did was just bring it all forward a little bit…”

At the Green Ivy headquarters, facing Lu Chen’s questioning, Cheng Bei’s response can be said to be “reasonable and well-founded.”

But whether intentionally or unintentionally, her answer actually reversed the “cause and effect” relationship.

Yes, if you don’t take over now, the shares in the hands of the rich woman will be worthless.

Yes, without you, Tongsheng might be doomed in a few years.

But you got your logic wrong, didn’t you?

If it weren’t for you, the rich woman’s 8% stake would be worth billions now!

Not the money you gave me!

If you wait until Lu Guanghong runs Tongsheng to the point of bankruptcy before coming out to cover the losses, I would admire you.

But aren’t you the culprit of all this now?

Isn’t this simply setting the fire first and then putting it out?

What’s the difference between you and those capitalists who make a fortune by exploiting the common people, then donate a little bit of money to charity, and advertise themselves as responsible everywhere?

Oh, I almost forgot, you are the capitalist…

Looking at Cheng Bei, Lu Chen’s mouth twitched and he complained madly in his heart.

In addition to complaining, Cheng Bei’s answer just now also made him understand one thing.

That is, Lu Shuyu is really not that important to Cheng Bei.

Of course, it is much more important than an “NPC” like myself.

After all, the blood relationship is there.

But perhaps family affection is not entirely made up of blood ties. Long-term companionship and companionship are equally important. So Cheng Bei, who has never even heard the word “Mom”, probably really cannot give too much to Lu Shuyu like other normal mothers and daughters.

At least it’s not as much as the hatred for Lu Guanghong.

I guess it’s about the level of “try to ensure she has money to spend throughout her life.”

Depend on……

My biological father is a billionaire.

Just when it was about to go bankrupt, a billionaire mother popped up.

Could it be that a person’s destiny is really predetermined?

Destined to be a rich second generation, will be a rich second generation no matter what?

Lu Chen’s thoughts jumped, and he suddenly thought of a piece of news he had read before.

It is said that a boy was abducted from a multi-millionaire family to a billionaire family.

I’m afraid this is not because I saved the galaxy in my previous life…

Muttering to himself, Lu Chen shook his head, threw all these messes out of his mind, and said silently:

“Aunt Cheng, I don’t know much about your relationship with Uncle Lu, and I can’t help you.”

“The reason why I came to see you on behalf of Shu Yu is that on the one hand, I am afraid that she will not be able to bear it after knowing her relationship with you, and on the other hand, I also want to help her gain more benefits.”

“Shu Yu trusts me so much, so I definitely can’t let her down.”

“So I can’t decide the price today. I need to think about it again. I hope you can understand.”

“understand.”

Cheng Bei smiled calmly and said, “You can consult experts and lawyers at will, and then you will know that I didn’t lie to you.”

“Aunt Cheng, I never suspected that you were lying to me. I just wanted to think about it again.”