C2

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The twelve bright chimes of the old-fashioned clock in the lobby on the first floor woke me up, and it took me a long time to recognize that it had been a dream. This clock was similar to this one. It was over a hundred years old and might not chime at any other time, but it would definitely chime at midnight. Not only was it especially accurate, but it was also very loud. In addition to waking me, the only one who was on night duty, it also reminded the people upstairs that they had arrived at work.

The Big Brother Guangyou in my dream is fully named Xia Guangyou, and is my great grandfather. He is also the first manager of Baxian Hotel. Back then, he was in the same hometown as someone called Gou Zi, and he was tricked by Zhou Family to become a tomb watcher for their Zhou Family ancestors using an ocean every day. However, no one knew exactly what happened. My master died without anyone knowing the final result.

After hearing that something had happened to Zhou Family Ancestor's grave, the elders and young masters of Zhou Family immediately took the train and fled to Tianjin to live. As if they had planned it, they had sold off their family's property. He bought the factory in Tianjin and started the popular canning business. He heard that the canning factory had made a huge fortune and opened a new factory to sell the canned food.

However, Zhou Family did not have a good ending in the end. Not many years after the liberation of Tianjin, during the three opposing movements, they found out that the canned meat that their family sold to the Anti-American Assistance Army was rotten meat that could not be eaten. The clothing given to the volunteers was made up of cotton wool and paper shells instead of cotton. This made it worse for the volunteers who were lacking cotton clothes. Many of the volunteers were frozen to death in Korea.

In the end, all the factories of Zhou Family were closed, and over a dozen Member of Zhou Family s who worked in the factories were also captured. It was said that the chief and vice managers of the factories and the people in charge of purchasing were all shot to death, which could be considered as avenging for the Dogman and the tomb watchers.

As for this Baxian Hotel, even though something happened that night, I still don't know what it is. However, one thing is certain, in the end, it was eight outsiders who saved my Grand Elder's life. It was also these people who had built this Baxian Hotel at the original location of Zhou Family Ancestor's tomb. Because they saw that my Grand Elder was honest, they invited him to be the first manager of the Baxian Hotel. I still don't understand, how did the eight of them fall for my great-grandfather? Where does a grave look like a hotel manager?

However, since then, this shop became the inheritance of the Xia Family and passed down from generation to generation. In 1948, when we were liberated here, Xia Guangyou's son, Xia Dian (my grandfather), turned the industry into a state enterprise and became a deputy cadre himself. But then came a decade of turmoil, about 73 years of summer law was decentralized dry school, a few years later when the reverse was gone. Xia Dian's son, who is also my father Xia Yi, took over the management of Baxian Hotel, and passed it on to me. This has already been the history of four generations of people for a hundred years.

My name is Xia Siche, and it's been almost ten years since I took over this shop. Since my master is considered the fourth generation, all the acquaintances have called me Fourth Boss, both to tease and to differentiate myself from the seniors. Although this was called Baxian Hotel, it actually didn't sell food, and according to what he was saying now, it would be more appropriate to call an inn. Baxian Hotel eight floor, every floor has twenty rooms, and every floor also has a manager. However, this guest room wasn't easy to live in, and the steward wasn't easy to see either. Only us from Xia Family know the secrets of the Baxian Hotel, so I'm afraid that it's not the complete secret. For example, the eight stewards from the eighth floor, are the few outsiders from back then … And this Baxian Hotel would only open for business at midnight.

I splashed some cold water on my face and rubbed it vigorously a few times. I tried to clear my head a little and slowly swung the teacup over to the counter. When he turned around, he saw a black shadow standing in front of the counter. It was a lot smaller than the average person. The black shadow's entire body seemed to be trembling slightly. Seeing such a figure in the middle of the night, he couldn't help but think of something else. Gripping the folding fan in my hand, I walked around to the side of the counter and craned my neck as hard as I could before realizing it was a little girl standing in front of the counter. He was about twelve or thirteen years old. He was wearing a red skirt and had a pink backpack on his back. His long hair hung down over his shoulders, and his big black eyes seemed to be filled with tears.

I let out a sigh of relief at her long shadow under the lamp and walked over to the counter. "What's the matter?"

The little girl took half a step back and nodded.

"Do you know where we are?"

The little girl nodded again …

I raised my eyebrows. "Do you recognize words?"

The little girl nodded again, but still did not speak …

I opened the folding fan with a snap and pointed at the four words on it. "Read it."

The little girl looked at it seriously, trembling as she slowly recited, "Baxian Hotel …"

"Alright, since you know where it is, then tell me what are you doing here?"

The little girl stared at me blankly. Suddenly, her small mouth curled up and she cried out. This really scared me. I encountered a lot of rare things, but the biggest headache I had was this child crying. He quickly squatted in front of the little girl and said, "Hey hey, who's the kid? "If you have something to say, then come here and cry in the middle of the night. Who am I supposed to find to reason with here?"

Just as I was busy coaxing the little girl with my hands and feet, a door not far away sounded, and a woman around thirty years old walked out. She was Gouer, one of the stewards of the first floor, and she squatted down in front of me and the little girl, stroking the little girl's hair.

"Gou-jie ~ ~" I helplessly took a few steps back. Since I couldn't say it clearly with my mouth, I might as well hide far away. However, this trick was really effective. The little girl threw herself into the woman's arms and started crying loudly. As she cried, she mumbled, "Save my mother! Save my mother! My mother was killed by someone!"

When I heard this, I squatted down again. "Don't cry yet, tell me what happened to your mother." The little girl, on the other hand, listened obediently. While sniffing, she spoke about her mother.

The little girl was called Niu Niu, and she was 12 years old. A few days ago, they went to a hot spring hotel on the outskirts of the city with their mother. The mother and daughter climbed the mountain and came back to soak in the hot spring. Yesterday morning, Niuniu woke up to find her mother sleeping on the side, but she didn't feel anything, because Niuniu knew her mother liked peace and quiet, and would often go to the hot spring pool to soak for a while when there were few people around. Thus, the little girl skipped and skipped to the hot spring area to find her mother. In the little hot spring they used to soak in, Niu saw her mother. However, at this moment, her mother was quietly lying in the pool. Niuniu thought her mother was joking, so she went into the pool and forcefully pulled her mother. She didn't expect such a horrifying scene to appear in front of her.