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Zhong Kui's Diary
My important preparations were soon put into action.
Fatty and I returned to the hotel and fell asleep immediately. Isn't it important to conserve energy? Isn't that part of the preparations?
Of course, we didn't do nothing; at least I made a phone call to ask Kong Xuan to come over. I knew he had been waiting for my call. When I called him from the funeral home earlier, I hadn't mentioned that he should come, so he must have been cursing me for being ungrateful.
We slept until after nine in the evening, got up for a late-night snack, and had a beer to cool off before heading back to the hotel. This time, we couldn't fall asleep, so we sat on the edge of the bed chatting idly.
Around eleven o'clock, we vaguely heard some commotion outside the door. Fatty and I were bored, so we jumped up and ran to the door to see what was happening.
As soon as I opened the door, I heard a woman shouting, "Get lost! Go away!"
Following the voice, I saw two stylishly dressed women with an air of sophistication yelling at a Suit Man. One of them was in her mid-twenties with long hair and a slim figure, while the other was in her thirties with short hair, exuding the charm of a young married woman as she pointed angrily at the Suit Man.
It was clear that these two women had been drinking.
The Suit Man was trying to appease them with a smile: "President Wang, Manager Zhang, let me take you home; it's not good for me to explain this to the chairman!"
"Explain my ass! Get lost! I'm staying at the hotel tonight!" the young married woman retorted angrily.
"Li, just go back; I'll take care of President Wang; it's fine!" The other girl giggled but looked like she had also had quite a bit to drink, leaning against the young married woman for support.
The Suit Man tried to reason with them a few more times, but the young married woman finally snapped, "If you don't leave, I'll fire you!"
More people started peeking out to watch the scene unfold. The Suit Man felt awkward and thought that if this continued, things would get even more embarrassing. He finally said, "Manager Zhang, please take good care of President Wang!"
As soon as she turned and left, the girl, Manager Zhang, chuckled and said, "Don't worry! We won't call for ducks, hahaha!" Then, surprisingly, she winked at us.
Upon hearing this, Suit Man didn't linger any longer; he even skipped the elevator and ran down the stairs directly.
The people in the adjacent room saw that the show was over and laughed as they closed their door. Fatty and I did the same. After shutting the door, Fatty and I chatted aimlessly for a while. Soon, the phone rang. I walked over and pressed the speaker button. A sweet voice came through, almost sickeningly so: "Hello, sir, this is Royal Noble Club. How may I assist you?"
Just as I was about to decline, Fatty jumped in front of me: "What services do you offer?"
"Ice/Fire, Poison/Dragon, Double/Flight, Triple/Flight—what do you need?" The voice giggled on the other end.
"Is that all? Nothing else?" Fatty sounded very dissatisfied. "Don't you have anything like red string outfits or something?"
"Oh, dear sir, your taste is quite high-end! Unfortunately, we don't have those here."
"Then forget it! It's boring!"
Just as Fatty was about to hang up, the voice muttered, "How about calling two ducks for you to play with? That would be interesting!"
Both of us were taken aback. Yo Xie! We didn't expect there were actually ducks available here.
After hanging up the phone, we chatted a bit more aimlessly. It was clear that Fatty wasn't focused; his eyes were rolling around randomly as he casually brushed me off. Finally, I said irritably, "Fatty, what are you thinking about?"
Fatty suddenly chuckled mischievously: "Ghost Brother, let's play a game."
I felt a chill run down my spine: "You’re not suggesting I throw soap for you to play with, are you?"
"Where are you thinking of going?" Fatty looked at me with disdain. "As a man, how could I do such a thing!"
"What do you want to do then?"
"Listen, don't make a sound!"
Fatty quickly moved to the bedside table between the two beds, pressed the speakerphone button, and dialed a few numbers. I could clearly see that he dialed 805. In this hotel, you only need to dial the room number directly. Wait, isn't 805 the room number of those two women from earlier?
Seeing my surprised expression, Fatty raised his eyebrows proudly and made a shushing gesture.
After a few beeps, someone on the other end picked up the phone, and an extremely impatient female voice came through: "Who is it?"
"Hello, I am the Manager of the Royal Noble Club. May I ask if you need special services?" Fatty spoke fluent Mandarin with a slight Beijing accent, sounding very upscale.
The voice on the other end was clearly taken aback for a moment. After a while, she asked uncertainly, "What is your special service?"
Fatty made a victory gesture towards me while babbling, "We provide noble-style services. Our staff are all professionally trained, offering everything from psychological consultations to full-body massages, from beauty treatments to ovarian care. Our staff can provide you with the most professional services. Of course, we also have specialized private care; you know what I mean."
I almost burst out laughing on the spot. Damn, where did this guy come up with these terms? He sounded so convincing that it was no wonder the other party didn't hang up.
To my surprise, the caller did not hang up but instead whispered something. After a moment, a hesitant voice came through: "How about you come to my room and take a look?"
"No problem! We'll be there in ten minutes!" Fatty said sweetly as he hung up the phone. Then he jumped up excitedly and said with exaggerated gestures, "Oh my God, they actually agreed! Ghost Brother, since I have to call you boss now, you get to choose first. Which one do you want?"
I was stunned for a moment before finally saying with a laugh, "I'll pass. I've been feeling under the weather lately; it's hard to get out for a break..."
Fatty interrupted me without hesitation, "Speak with your conscience!"
"Alright, I want Manager Zhang!" I chuckled, realizing that Fatty had indeed surprised me.
The two quickly pulled out a few decent outfits to change into. After posing in front of the mirror for a moment, they cleared their throats and quietly opened the door, glancing around before closing it again. Fatty pressed the doorbell.
After a moment, the door opened slightly. The young woman in a bathrobe peeked through the crack, opened her mouth to say something but hesitated. Fatty quickly whispered, "We are from the royal court!"
The woman's face flushed slightly, seeming a bit nervous. She pushed the door forward, unlocked the latch behind it, and then opened the door wider, softly inviting us in.
To be honest, I was even more nervous; this was my first time.
After closing the door, the woman swiftly slipped onto one bed while another man, Manager Zhang, lay on the other bed with a flushed face, grinning at us. "So, why are there only two of you? We have no options left!"
"Sorry, business is particularly good today, so it's just us two!" Fatty puffed out his chest.
"So you mean you two are leftovers?" Manager Zhang pretended to frown but smiled at the same time. "No wonder you're not much to look at; can someone as fat as you do anything?"
"Don't judge me by my size; I have strength in bed!" Fatty replied confidently.
"Ha, is that so? Then I'll choose you! President Wang, I'll leave the other one who looks a bit more agile to you!" Manager Zhang laughed playfully.
So, in life, power is important; even when calling for a service, the best is saved for the leaders. Ugh! I'm not just a service! Even if I were, I'd be forced into it...
Fatty and I climbed onto the bed while laughing...
After about seven rounds of radio calisthenics and three rounds of eye exercises, the four of them began to chat. As they talked, they brought up the elevator incident that happened this morning. It turned out that these two women also worked in that building, at a jewelry company on the fourteenth floor. President Wang was the marketing director of the company, while Manager Zhang was the manager of the marketing department.
"This building must be haunted. A few days ago, a girl suddenly collapsed due to heart disease, and now there's been an elevator malfunction. That guy was a regional manager from Niya Clothing Company on the seventeenth floor, and he was completely cut in half," Manager Zhang said as she shrank closer to Fatty.
"Yeah, I also feel something's off in this building. There might be too much chaotic stuff around, attracting all sorts of unclean things. I saw a syringe in the restroom; someone must be doing drugs in there! I don't know what the security is doing," President Wang complained as well.
I always felt that President Wang had a cold demeanor, perhaps because the air conditioning in the room was set too low.
"President Wang, the building security can't possibly monitor what's happening inside the restrooms. Otherwise, wouldn't some of your exposed areas be visible to others? Oh wait, I meant to say dark areas," Manager Zhang chuckled.
"Stop it! Don't go tearing your mouth apart," President Wang laughed back.
"However, I really did see the general manager of that company on the fourth floor with his secretary in the restroom!" Manager Zhang said with a grin.
"Don't spread rumors," President Wang's expression turned serious.
"How could I be making it up? Several people saw it!" Manager Zhang replied nonchalantly. "Wasn't there a cocktail party held in the Multipurpose Conference Hall on the top floor? I was up there with a few people enjoying the breeze when I happened to see through the restroom window on the fourth floor from that angle. We really did see it; if you don't believe me, you can ask around. By the way, those three people were also from Niya Clothing Company on the seventeenth floor."
"Alright, even if it's true, don't spread it around; it could affect their families! Besides, it's just that kind of thing; what's there to gossip about?" After saying this, a flush crossed President Wang's face as she grabbed a certain part of me. "Let's have another round of service; this time make it wilder..."
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