So he chatted with the other party for a few words, and he politely clenched his fists and said goodbye, then went upstairs to an office and knocked on the door and walked in.

"Father."

"Yeah, Songwu, you are here."

Zheng Tingbing, who was a pseudonym of Malaysian businessman Wang Yuewen, sat behind the table, raised his head and smiled and nodded at Wu Chunyang who came in.

This Tanjung hotel is taken from the ancient name of Penang, which is regarded as Lao Zheng’s nostalgia and memory of his experience in his youth.

He put down the abacus and pen in his hand, raised his hand and took off his glasses, pushed the account book aside, and stood up and asked curiously.

"Why don't you look down from below? We are outsiders. Many newcomers have not been straightened out. Someone must be staring at the lobby.

If someone from the police department or government comes, remember to treat him well. He would rather not make money than make unhappy."

Looking at the other party's serious look, Wu Chunyang really wanted to grab his collar and shout, "You guys, don't go crazy anymore."

They opened a hotel just as a cover, but this guy took it seriously and hid in the office every day to think about how to make money.
Chapter completed!