Diary of the life of a working wizard

Because it was night, and no one would have thought that as Mr. Huang, he would travel lightly to a newly opened Renjia Hotel. Regardless of its grade, location, and public security situation, it could not compare with the Yanjing Hotel and so on. When he got out of the car and walked in the aisle, no one noticed him. . Even after entering the lobby, the lights were bright, except for some people who looked at Mr. Huang in surprise, no one really recognized him.

First of all, I never expected that the old man would appear here. Secondly, the old man has lived in seclusion for these years and rarely appears on TV or newspapers. Time makes people grow old, and their faces change a lot. No one would dare to recognize him unless someone reminds him.

Of course, if there were guards accompanying him, someone might have recognized him long ago.

In this way, Mr. Huang really became an ordinary old man. The group walked through the lobby talking and laughing, came to the special elevator, and then got on the elevator all the way to the Emperor Hall on the fifth floor.

Ren Yongqiang is still very efficient in his work. Xia Yunjie just mentioned it last night. As soon as he left, Ren Yongqiang called people overnight to make some changes to the hotel as Xia Yunjie mentioned, including of course the Emperor's Hall.

Although Xia Yunjie and others only mentioned some modifications in an understatement, the changes they brought were indescribable.

When Mr. Huang and the others entered the hotel just now, they already felt that the environment of the hotel seemed to be particularly harmonious. As soon as they walked in, they felt like they were in the spring breeze. All the decorations and layouts they saw seemed to be pleasing to the eye no matter how they looked at it. It's natural.

After Mr. Huang got out of the elevator and entered the Emperor's Hall, Mr. Huang looked around the box and couldn't help but praise: "Not bad, not bad. I have been to many high-end hotels with the help of the country." , but only Renjia Hotel, I don’t know why I always feel extra comfortable after coming in. All the decorations are orderly and elegant, making people feel particularly comfortable just looking at them.”

"Yes, although I don't know much about decoration, just looking at the decoration of this hotel makes me have a lot of appetite. It can be seen that the decoration company hired by the hotel is very good." Huang Xiangyi agreed with a smile.

"Haha, the decoration company can't pretend to be so harmonious and natural." Li Qinghong said with a smile, stroking his goatee.

When Li Qinghong said this, Mr. Huang and others understood that Xia Yun's outstanding ideas were probably indispensable in the decoration of the hotel. Huang Peihao and others were secretly surprised, while Mr. Huang couldn't help but admired: "Brother Xia is really a strange person."

"If Brother Huang likes it, I will help you decorate your old house tomorrow and treat it as my birthday wish to you in advance." Xia Yunjie said with a smile.

"Haha, with this arrangement of yours, my old house will probably be priceless soon." Mr. Huang said with a happy smile.

Xia Yunjie smiled noncommittally, and then invited Mr. Huang to sit down.

The house he plans to decorate for Mr. Huang is naturally a house that can gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It will not only make Mr. Huang comfortable physically and mentally, but also achieve the effect of prolonging his life. It is not an exaggeration to say that this kind of old house is priceless.

After Mr. Huang and Xia Yunjie took their seats, everyone followed suit.

Although Shao Lihong and Zhu Xiaoyan are only shareholders of the Ren family hotel, because of Xia Yunjie, they both sat in the upper seat next to Xia Yunjie, Li Qinghong sat on the other side of Huang Lao, and the others waited, even if they were the provincial committee members of Yunling Province. Secretary Huang Peihao and others could only sit with him.

Mr. Huang and others had just taken their seats. Ren Yongqiang, who had been in the kitchen personally preparing the dishes of the Imperial Hall early, heard the employee's report and hurried to the Imperial Hall.

As soon as he stepped into the Imperial Hall, he saw Xia Yunjie and an old man sitting in the upper seats opposite the door as guests of honor. The old man's face was very familiar, but for a moment Ren Yongqiang didn't think that he was the old man who had only a few achievements left. When he was secretly doubting the identity of the old man, Xia Yunjie had already seen him coming in, and waved to him with a smile. He introduced Mr. Huang next to him: "Brother Huang, this is the big boss of the Ren Family Hotel, and he is also the direct descendant of Emperor Chongzhen's deputy chef, Ren Yongqiang."

Ren Yongqiang thought that the old man in front of him looked very familiar. Now when he heard Xia Yunjie call him Mr. Huang, he glanced at Huang Peihao and others from the corner of his eye. They seemed to be familiar to him. An idea flashed in his mind, and he suddenly thought of the man in front of him. Who is the old man?

As soon as he recognized Mr. Huang, Ren Yongqiang trembled all over and his heart beat rapidly accelerated.

"So you are Boss Ren. I have to work hard for you today." Mr. Huang heard that the bald man in front of him was the big boss of this hotel. Although it was obvious at a glance that he was just an ordinary person, Mr. Huang stood up immediately. He stood up and stretched out his hand to greet him with a smile.

Huang Laona was once a powerful figure in the Republic. Even though he has retired long ago, his influence is still there and he is still a legendary leader in the minds of many people. As for Ren Yongqiang, he was once just a street gangster.

Ren Yongqiang could not even dream of imagining that one day a legendary figure like Mr. Huang would not only become a guest in his hotel, but also take the initiative to reach out and say hello to him.

Looking at the seemingly old and feeble but once powerful hand stretched out in front of him, Ren Yongqiang hurriedly stretched out his hands and held the old man's hand tightly. His hands trembled and his voice trembled incoherently: "No hard work, no hard work, Mr. Huang." It is a great honor for you to dine at our hotel.”

"Haha, it's an honor for me to taste Boss Ren's cooking skills. I've heard people say that money can't buy you cooking by yourself," Mr. Huang said with a loud laugh.

"Huang Lao is too praised, too praised. Please sit down, please sit down." Huang Lao's words made Ren Yongqiang feel like he was floating.

"You also sit down and let's chat for a while." Mr. Huang said with a smile.

When Mr. Huang said this, Mr. Huang's eldest son Huang Peihao, who was sitting next to Li Qinghong, stood up quickly, pointed to his seat with a smile, and said politely: "Come on, let me sit here, boss."

Huang Peihao is the secretary of the Yunling Provincial Party Committee, and he is likely to be transferred to the capital in the next term.

Once he is transferred to the capital, it will naturally mean that Huang Peihao will truly enter the country's decision-making level, and it also means that he will become one of the leaders of the Republic that can be counted on all ten fingers. Therefore, Huang Peihao has been the focus of the news since he assumed the post of Secretary of the Yunling Provincial Party Committee. Although Ren Yongqiang is not from Yunling Province, he is often seen in news reports. It's just that the real person's image is different from the news reports, so Ren Yongqiang only thought he looked familiar and didn't recognize him immediately. Now that Mr. Huang's identity was exposed, Ren Yongqiang naturally recognized Huang Peihao, the feudal official and the head of the Huang family.

Seeing the secretary of the Yunling Provincial Party Committee standing up to give up his seat, Ren Yongqiang was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

I am afraid that few people in the entire Republic can afford this kind of treatment, and he is just a hotel owner. Before that, he was just a street gangster who didn't know when he would be imprisoned.

"No, no, I can just stand here and chat for a few words. I have to go to the kitchen to watch later." Ren Yongqiang's voice not only trembled but also started to become hoarse.

"Haha, it's okay. We are all our own people. Xiaoqiang, don't be nervous. Just be casual and sit down and chat for a few words." Xia Yunjie saw that Ren Yongqiang was so nervous that he seemed a little uncomfortable, so he smiled and said to him.

"Yes, yes." Seeing Xia Yunjie also speaking, Ren Yongqiang did not dare to be polite anymore, but he did not dare to sit in the seat vacated by Huang Peihao. Instead, he pulled up a chair at the end of the table and sat down timidly.

Just kidding, that's the position of Provincial Party Committee Secretary. Does he dare to sit wherever he wants?

Seeing Ren Yongqiang sitting at the last table, Huang Peihao could only shake his head and sit back again. He originally wanted to make room for his father to chat with Ren Yongqiang nearby.

After Ren Yongqiang sat down, Mr. Huang asked about some Ming Dynasty palace dishes. Ren Yongqiang gave detailed answers and explanations one by one.

Ren Yongqiang's ancestor was Emperor Chongzhen's deputy cook, so his answers and explanations were naturally very authentic, which made Mr. Huang and others look forward to today's dinner more and more.

Ren Yongqiang knew that a person with his status could shake hands and chat with a big shot like Mr. Huang today because of Brother Jie, so naturally he did not dare to really regard himself as a person. After chatting with Mr. Huang for a while, he After asking them what dishes they liked, they excused themselves to go to the kitchen to cook and left.

What we ate tonight were the dishes cooked by Ren Yongqiang himself. Naturally, Huang Lao and others would not keep him forever. After Ren Yongqiang left, everyone continued to chat in the box. After Ren Yongqiang came out of the box, he found that his entire back had been He was soaked, his hands and feet were limp, and he seemed to have no strength.