Liu Zhizhong knew that the Ruan father and daughter and Weng Xingban had been greatly impacted and were sleeping deeply, so he didn't go to wake them up for the time being. He just let them sleep in the car while he went to the front desk to discuss some big business.
At the front desk of this estate hotel called "Shazhou," there were two night service staff members, a standard male-female pair.
In the lobby, there were two armed security guards with an impressive demeanor.
Carrying a heavy suitcase, Liu Zhizhong placed it at the front desk, and after securing a room, he directly asked in fluent Valle dialect: "If I were to book this hotel long-term, how much would it cost? I mean, on an annual basis."
The two staff members were dumbfounded at first glance. Where had they ever seen such a customer?
