“Manager, I bought the phone.” Entering the hotel at 1 PM, just as employees were getting off work, smiling and greeting colleagues, Hao Yunyang knocked three times on the manager’s office door and pressed the handle: “I…”
“Who told you to come in?!” A man, a fat-headed, round-faced man with three layers of flesh on the back of his neck, stared fiercely at Hao Yunyang: “Don’t you know the rules!”
Seeing this man, Hao Yunyang’s heart sank, but he promptly put on an apologetic smile, nodding and apologizing: “General Manager, sorry, I didn’t know you were inside.”
“So, when I’m not here, you can come and go as you please?” The fat man, the hotel’s big boss and general manager, seeing Hao Yunyang’s apologetic expression, felt inexplicably annoyed, his tone unfriendly: “What do you want?”
“Well, I want to move to the dormitory, came to get a note from the manager,” Hao Yunyang continued smiling apologetically, his peripheral vision catching the manager’s collapsed face, apparently having been scolded by the boss.
Until Hao Yunyang carefully took the note from the manager’s hand, left his phone number, and turned to pick up his suitcase, the general manager didn’t say another word. However, from his gloomy expression, it seemed something had made him very angry.
Hao Yunyang had no idle thoughts about guessing why the general manager was angry. That wasn’t something someone of his level could interfere with, so he carefully closed the office door and took a deep breath, planning to go to the dormitory and find his bed.
Faintly, Hao Yunyang could still hear the general manager’s angry voice penetrating the walls and door, drilling into his ears, seemingly saying something about a woman, a bitch, and how he would chop her up and feed her to dogs if he caught her.
“The world of the rich is truly strange,” Hao Yunyang curled his lips: “Today a woman, tomorrow a sports car. Women, are they really that important?”
