The scum of rebirth is countered

Ling Ce's eyes widened, and his breathing was a little short. He waited for this sentence for a long time, but in his last life, because he was always confused, he never heard it. He didn't want his father to let go of the chatter just after he came back.

Father Ling looked up at the hotel behind him, grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and said solemnly: "This is the facade of our Ling family, and I will leave it to you."

Looking at his father's unsmiling face, Ling Ce suddenly felt that something was weighing heavily on him. It was something he was afraid of and expected in his last life, but he couldn't bear it—responsibility.Countless images flashed through his mind. They were the sad, angry and helpless faces of the Ling family when Situ Feng bought the hotel...

"I'll keep it." Ling Ce's tone was firm.

Father Ling patted him on the shoulder again, and said inexplicably, "Just do your best."

Ling Ce blinked incomprehensibly, suddenly thought of something, and asked urgently, "You left the hotel to me, so what are you doing?"

"Heh, do you think it's the only one in the Ling family?" Seeing his son's lips move again, Ling's father interrupted, "When you become the real head of the family, I will naturally entrust the rest to you." The tone changed, He lowered his voice, "The hotel is the facade, your task is to maintain its prosperity on the surface, and leave the rest alone."

Ling Ce's heart was even more confused. In his perception, his hotel was proud of being the pillar of the Ling family, but his father only wanted "prosperity on the surface"?

In the following period of time, under the leadership of Manager Ni, he gradually uncovered the mystery Ling Zhenhua mentioned.

The hotel has been operated by the Ling family for more than ten years. In the past ten years, it has been one of the most high-end hotels in Le City. Whenever there is a city cultural promotion, there is a chance to be photographed and included in the brochure video.However, the impetuous and energetic Le quickly settled in many hotels. The Ling Family Hotel was in disrepair for a long time and was too conservative. It was already in an embarrassing position three years ago. no longer profitable.

Ling Ce flipped through the ledger, feeling a little sour in his heart. It's ridiculous that he always thought that his family was rich and powerful, and laughed at other people's poor nobles.

It's just that he didn't understand why his father, who was already facing a loss, had no idea of ​​saving it, but instead handed it over to himself who had little experience?It would be too hasty to say that resolving this crisis allowed him to see his own abilities, but it seemed like... giving up on himself?

The faces of those Southeast Asians came to mind again.Ling Ce secretly planted the seeds of doubt in his heart. He was worried that Ling's father was doing something shady behind his family's back, so he carefully watched his father's every move.

Sure enough, since the meeting in the study that day, the lock of the study has been changed, and even Mrs. Ling cannot enter.Moreover, during the time when the power was handed over, Ling Zhenhua seldom appeared in the hotel, and even seldom at home.

Not only Ling Ce, but also Mrs. Ling became suspicious of such a dragon who could see the head but not the end.

Of course, her IQ was limited to wondering if the old man had an affair, so she cried and said to her son, "Your father hasn't been home for a long time, does he have another woman?"

"..." Ling Ce twitched the corners of his mouth, about to be defeated by her "non-dumb world affairs".

"Could it be true?" Seeing that he didn't speak, Mrs. Ling made her own conclusions, and she was at a loss.

"No! Mom, don't think too much!" Ling Ce hugged her in his arms, rolled his eyes, and suddenly thought of asking something from his mother.

"Then how did he..."

"Let's develop new business."

Madam Ling raised her face and asked with tears in her eyes, "New business? Are you so busy? Why haven't I heard him mention it?"

It seems that she couldn't ask what it was, Ling Ce sighed from the bottom of his heart, and said again: "It's just so busy, and your son and I are also very busy recently, why don't you care about me!" Although it is my duty, it is also very hard work.

Madam Ling laughed through her tears: "That's right, dear son, you're already this old, it's time to make money yourself, don't learn from me, you have to ask your father for everything... Speaking of it, there is something strange."

Ling Ce narrowed his eyes vigilantly: "What's the matter?"

"Why are you nervous, Cece? It's not a bad thing. Recently, your father gave me ten times the usual card. I wondered if he had cheated on me, so I am here to compensate you. Now I think it's a new business to make money? Really? , don't tell me anything..."

Madam Ling was still chattering and complaining in a low voice, Ling Ce's mind had already turned to the sky.

In other words, my father's business has begun to make a profit...

Although he didn't know what kind of business it was, Ling Ce swallowed his long-lost heart because he still remembered his family. It's better to make money than not to make money anyway.

It didn't take long for word of him to take over the hotel.Due to the poisoning incident a while ago, the hotel's profitability was very poor, and the amount of losses exceeded the acceptable range.Ling Ce decisively decided that the first task is to create momentum for public opinion.He spent some money, hired magazines and radio stations to advertise, bought jokes to promote on the local network, and at the same time entertained some former friends of foxes and dogs for free as guests.Even, he made a very important decision to downgrade himself and set up several low-end wedding banquets to attract a lot of traffic.

Two weeks later, the reputation of Lingjia Hotel gradually returned. Although it was still losing money, new dishes and affordable banquet activities successfully attracted new customers.

The change in customer base made Ling Ce hopeful, but the good times didn't last long. Before long, the trolls on the Internet began to counterattack, and the radio station also began to make some bad voices, such as the mediocre new dishes, the tasteless wedding banquet, and the service. Poor attitude, unqualified hotel hygiene and so on.

Ling Ce was shocked and angry. He could still make a fuss about the navy, but the advertising radio station invested too much money, and he really had no way to allocate more funds to change public opinion.

Who can make so much effort to clean up an outdated hotel that is in decline?Unless the other party wants to buy it, or if they have power in the radio station, they can buy it without any effort.

Ling Ce can figure out who this person is with his toes. Only Situ Feng can meet the above two points, especially at the level of connections. He knows that the influence of Situ's family has infiltrated into the media.But it's a pity that he is an outsider after all, and his power in the radio station is not solid, so he still has a chance to win over the radio station boss.

For this matter, Ling Ce almost broke the threshold of several radio newspapers.He had never bowed his head and smiled so intensively, not to mention a few weeks of wine and meat dinners, which would choke his stomach.

No matter how dull Mrs. Ling was, she probably knew that her son was busy. She wasted some time inquiring from the beauty parlor and the mahjong table before she realized that her hotel was in trouble.The rich wife who is well-clothed and well-fed can't do anything, but she still has a heart for her son.

"I have to do something to make Ce Ce not have to work so hard." She thought to herself, thinking of sharing the burden for her precious son.

Coincidentally, within a few days, a new poker player appeared on her mahjong table—Ms. Wu, the mistress of Master Situ.

Ling Ce was extremely busy here, but the results were remarkable. After a dozen or so dinners in a row, those old men also relaxed their offensive on the hotel, and the hotel's reputation gradually improved again.

Ling Ce knew that he could finally take a break, at least he didn't have to drink with him every day.I don't know if it's due to excessive exhaustion of physical strength, he felt that he was very tired during this period of time, it was just chatting with those old men, and he had to exert [-] points of energy, every time he talked, he was very strenuous.There were times when he felt very conscious at the drinking party, but his eyelids were twitching with fatigue, and the burning phenomenon in his stomach was much worse than before, but even such a severe burning did not prevent him from passing out at the banquet sleepy.

Today's dinner was particularly obvious. He only drank half of the group with the group and then fell asleep. He was not woken up until they were over, and then he was forced to drink a few bottles of wine involuntarily.

Ling Ce yawned to say goodbye to them, vomited a few times, and then staggered into the car.

He drove carefully to a more remote road, thinking about slowly wandering home.

The cool night wind brushed against his sweaty face, Ling Ce was shocked, thinking of Qin Yue on a certain night, the same cool wind, unconscious consciousness... that hot kiss, intense intercourse...

In the end, Lenovo stopped at the red, white and white underwear.

"vomit--"

He was already uncomfortable, and now he vomited on the steering wheel without warning.The accumulated nausea is like opening a box, and I can't stop it.Ling Ce had no choice but to get out of the car while throwing up in embarrassment, and fell down on the side of the road, blushing and throwing up dizzily.

He had never been so uncomfortable because of drunkenness, he almost vomited all the acid in his stomach, and he was still retching, and at the same time his head was dizzy, and he could hardly perceive how long he had been lying on the ground.

The gentle night wind became cold at some point. He wanted to get up and put on a coat for himself, but found that he had no strength.Occasionally, a car drove by quickly, and no one noticed, or was too lazy to give this seemingly alcoholic a little help.

Ling Ce wanted to sleep on it for the night with some abandonment, but he heard the beeping of the horn through his tearful eyes.

He raised his head with difficulty, only to see two beams of dazzling high beams.After a while, the car door opened, and a tall and straight figure stepped down.Two legs crossed and walked towards him in the light, and when he was about to approach, the deep magnetic voice sounded.

"Tsk tsk, this look."