Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1024 - 7 Yu Manli’s Luxury Hospitality

Chapter 1024: Chapter 7 Yu Manli’s Luxury Hospitality

As the front desk of the Red State Hotel, the girl’s appearance and figure were naturally not lacking. She wore a white shirt with a large lapel, layered with a pink waistcoat, and her lower half was clad in a figure-hugging skirt. Meat-hued silk stockings covered her long legs, and she stood in a pair of black high-heels, hands crossed over her lower belly, highlighting the soft curves of her femininity.

However, in Tang Zheng’s eyes, even with her work badge hanging from her left chest, there was a lack of an atmosphere of dedicated work. Instead, the air was heavy with temptation. If he knew the origins of the hotel, he would have dismissed such doubts.

The girl’s enunciation was clear as she made a welcoming gesture, then promptly led the way, her high-heels clicking crisply against the marble floor.

There was no one in the hallway to the elevator, but Xu Liangmao was an honest man who never even thought of sneaking a peek at the front desk girl’s buttocks. As for Tang Zheng, he was surveying the surroundings; unfortunately, the soundproofing was so effective, he could hear nothing.

Taking advantage of the reflection on the glossy wall tiles, the girl glanced at the two men, slightly twisted her mouth, and inwardly cursed them as bumpkins. In the past, when she greeted men, they would have already hit on her, asking for her phone number and address and perhaps even invited her for a meal. These two, however, kept looking around every which way, as if staring their eyes out would help them understand something.

However, due to a special instruction from Boss Zhao, the girl dared not neglect her duty; after all, the salary for this job was quite generous. Having experienced a lot, she understood that even a small mistake could lead to irreparable big losses.

"Who are these two? So high and mighty?" The guests who came here to spend were almost all not short of money. Seeing the front desk leave them to attend to the two men dressed in cheap attire, a middle-aged man with a face full of horizontals was not pleased.

"Mr. Zhang, please forgive us. That was a special arrangement by our Boss Zhao." Another front desk attendant said with a smile, quite eloquently. This man was a regular, so she recognized him.

"Oh? What’s their story? Share a bit, will you?" Ordinary people didn’t know who the real owner of the building was, only that they were not to be trifled with. But Zhang Heng was an exception. He knew Boss Zhao couldn’t make such decisions, so obviously it was Yu Manli’s intent. Interested in such news, Zhang Heng smelled an opportunity to make money, even considering catching up with Tang Zheng to strike up a conversation, thereby finding a way to get close to Yu Manli.

For the wealthy female magnate Yu Manli, Zhang Heng had been coveting her for more than a day or two. Of course, what he loved was not Yu Manli’s common appearance but her identity and the wealth that was lofty enough for him to look up to.

"I’m not sure." The front desk attendant couldn’t quite say. They weren’t privy to the insider information.

"Arrange our room to be next to theirs," Zhang Heng, the kind of man who wouldn’t miss any opportunity, suggested, only to be disappointed by the front desk attendant’s next words.

"Mr. Zhang, Boss Zhao has arranged the presidential suite for them." The front desk attendant’s voice was low, so as not to make Zhang Heng feel like he had lost face.

"Forget it!" Zhang Heng let out an imperceptible sigh. Such a suite was only one of three and required a reservation three days in advance. The service provided was definitely of an imperial level, and of course, the cost was exorbitant, far beyond what Zhang Heng could afford.

"Here’s your room card, please take care of it." The front desk girl’s service was spot on, her white teeth revealed in a firm smile.

"For your expenditure." Zhang Heng was pleased as he opened his wallet, pulled out three Soft Girl Currency notes and placed them on the table, displaying his generosity.

Of course, Zhang Heng’s intentions were not pure either. Without a little incentive, the next time you want to ask something, they certainly won’t be enthusiastic. And who knows, if he kept tipping a little each time, he might even win over the front desk attendant.

"Please come in!" The front desk girl used the room card to open the door and waited for Tang Zheng and the other to enter before closing it and leaving. Not having received a tip left her slightly frustrated.

"So luxurious, this sofa probably costs more than my entire house." Observing the expensive sofa in the spacious living room, Xu Liangmao lamented, standing still as he feared making anything dirty.

"Come on, Old Xu, aren’t you a Conqueror? Aren’t you short of money? You’re not saving it all for your daughters, are you?" Tang Zheng had fewer concerns, heading to the little bar, he picked up a bottle of red wine with an unpronounceable name and two Bordeaux glasses, and took a seat back on the sofa.

"Of course, I have to save it, in case I die, they’ll be secured for the future." Xu Liangmao was a pessimist; he didn’t believe he’d live to see the end.

"I hadn’t considered that. You don’t have ten million yet, do you?" Being an honest man, Xu Liangmao hadn’t had any new income aside from the two million Tang Zheng gave him last time.

"I can’t take any more of your money." Xu Liangmao shook his head, he truly didn’t want to trouble Tang Zheng any further.

"How do you spend your free time?" Tang Zheng had already decided to make sure to put a billion into the honest man’s account no matter what.

"I’ve already quit my job; now I just take care of the kids and do the housework." Xu Liangmao’s life was monotonously dead; even with money in his pocket, he wouldn’t indulge in extravagant food or drink—everything he had was invested in his family and children.

"May I ask indiscreetly, how are things with your wife?" Tang Zheng could see that Xu Liangmao had little desire, and his greatest happiness was his child’s happiness.

"Don’t mention it, we’re probably going to divorce." Xu Liangmao sighed. The night he returned, his wife came home reeking of alcohol in the early morning. Seeing him at home, she threw a fit and moved to their daughter’s room to sleep, and the miserable man knew that was her way of not letting him touch her.

"Come, let’s drink," Tang Zheng wisely chose to shut up about other people’s domestic affairs.

After less than two minutes had passed, and a glass of wine was still not finished, the doorbell started ringing with a very magnetic female voice, "Hello, room service!"

Xu Liangmao was at a loss and looked towards Tang Zheng, who had already stood up.

Upon opening the door, he saw two women in their twenties standing by the door, tall and fair-skinned, wearing light pink masseuse outfits. The hem of their dresses was a bit short, exposing their bare legs, which were adorned with red nail polish and stepped into a pair of strapless crystal sandals.

"Good evening, sir, the front desk has arranged a massage service for you," said the woman with a beaming smile upon seeing Tang Zheng.

This was clearly arranged by Yu Manli. Tang Zheng didn’t need it, but he had to consider Xu Liangmao’s feelings, so he said to wait a moment and looked towards the honest man.

The two female masseuses were specifically selected by Boss Zhao. Their appearance was excellent, but their skills were even more proficient, their bodies tightly wrapped in professional outfits, making one feel that even if nothing untoward happened, just having their hands kneading on one’s body was a wonderful treat.

"No need," the honest man glanced only once and his heart started pounding, so he hastily declined. He didn’t want to make a mistake and wasn’t accustomed to this sort of thing.

"No need, you can go back," Tang Zheng said, ignoring their gazes and closing the door.

"Old Xu, don’t feel embarrassed to refuse because I’m here," Tang Zheng felt Xu Liangmao probably didn’t want to lose face. As for himself, he was completely uninterested.

"No, it’s just that I feel if I take this step, I might never be able to go back," Xu Liangmao held the goblet in both hands and sipped the red wine, looking somewhat uneasy. He hated this temptation; although he was an honest man, he wasn’t stupid. He knew that if he wanted to, he could sleep with girls who were prettier and younger than his wife, but he didn’t want to do it.

"Let’s see if there’s any news!" Tang Zheng picked up the RC Unit, turned on the TV, switched to the local channel, and then spat out a mouthful of red wine.

The female news anchor was talking about the morning’s gangster incident, and it was clear that some enthusiastic citizens had provided mobile phone footage to the television station. The screen was showing a smooth video of Tang Zheng’s wild sprint, catching up with the motorcycle, knocking down the two gangsters, and then pinning them to the ground.

"What shames us is that the assisted citizen just walked away without a word. I ask you, where is your conscience? If everyone acted this way, in the future, who would dare to stand up and help you?"

"Of course, most citizens are still warm-hearted, and after our program aired, some have already called in, asking for the young man’s name and address, wanting to donate money as a reward to him. However, the government will not let a hero be dismayed. The higher authorities have already made a decision to provide a reward of one hundred thousand yuan to this selfless hero who performed a righteous deed and then walked away in secrecy."

"So if the young man sees this news on the screen, please contact our station promptly."

"Isn’t that you?" Xu Liangmao looked at Tang Zheng, unable to deny that the Group Leader indeed looked great on camera—the scene of him pursuing the motorcycle and lifting the gangster with one arm was particularly eye-catching.

At this moment, many citizens sitting in front of their televisions were expressing various emotions, whether admiring Tang Zheng’s explosive strength and physique, or gushing about how cool he was, with the latter mostly being young girls.

"I certainly don’t want to be exposed!" Tang Zheng was frustrated. He was on television now—how could he keep a low profile? He just hoped everyone would quickly forget about this.

Tang Zheng’s hope clearly couldn’t be fulfilled, as the city had finally caught a positive news story and naturally wanted to promote it heavily. So for the next week, this video would be frequently appearing on television.

"Gentlemen, the hot spring pool is ready. Please follow me," less than ten minutes later, the doorbell was pressed again, and a woman who was obviously the manager stood outside, ready to take care of them.

"Let’s go, relax a bit." Tang Zheng downed the rest of his red wine in one gulp and went to open the door.

The female manager wore a manager’s badge, offering service that was even more diligent and considerate compared to the previous front desk lady. After all, she was personally instructed by Boss Yu. She already knew the two men had refused the massage service and thought perhaps they found the women unattractive, so she quickly had those girls get ready after touching up their makeup. Of course, she chose the prettiest ones, the most expensive princesses.