But it was inconvenient for Zhu Houzhao to ask about those who were far away, but he couldn't ignore those who were close in front of him.
So he yelled at the young waitress: "Is this the presidential suite that Mr. Qi from the conference secretariat asked you to arrange for me?"
The young waitress hesitated and couldn't answer.
Zhu Houzhao thought that this woman had long hair and short knowledge, so he had nothing to say to her.
Then he asked the person in charge to come.
Then a man came and apologized profusely. He also kept saying that finances were tight and the allocation from above was limited.
Finances are tight, dignitaries are tight, and the world is as dark as crows! This is not the first time Zhu Houzhao has heard of this.
Besides, Zhu Houzhao didn’t bother to argue with them if he didn’t slap those with smiling faces, and angrily yelled: “Get out!”
Then I can only make do with it.
Pain, heart-wrenching pain, even though the young waitress at the front desk and the male supervisor of the housekeeping department were driven away, Zhu Houzhao was still angry.
What on earth is this? Zhu Houzhao felt as if his body had been kicked hard, especially his face, which was probably as swollen as a cooked pig's head.
After waking up from his anger, Zhu Houzhao couldn't help scolding him.
Why? I finally went to Beijing for a business trip. I wanted to enjoy it, but I ended up staying in a so-called presidential suite. Not to mention the Imperial Palace of the Ming Dynasty, it was not even as good as an ordinary inn in the Ming Dynasty in my previous life. Who have I offended in this life? Zhu Houzhao was indignant and depressed to death.
It's over, I must have let someone fool me! Otherwise, how could we end up in this situation! Zhu Houzhao thought sadly.
''Boy, you were just sent to me to serve me, right?"
Lying on the wet straw mat of the creaking wooden single bed, covered with dirty and smelly quilts, Zhu Houzhao was in a daze and thinking wildly when a trembling voice suddenly sounded in his ear.
Zhu Houzhao slowly opened his eyes, and in front of him was an old face with long hair, still stuck together, full of wrinkles and dirt. Almost his entire face was pressed against Zhu Houzhao's face. Such a close distance made Zhu Houzhao feel that he could almost Smell the other person’s bad breath.
Zhu Hou took care of him and determined that the old man who looked like a beggar was the man lying on the bed next to him just now. He didn't know when he died next to him.
The strong odor made Zhu Hou unable to take care of his body. He was extremely tired and hurriedly leaned back. He thought that this guy's breath was as bad as a latrine that had not been cleaned for thousands of years. He suppressed the nausea in his heart and said: "Stay away from me. , how long has it been since you brushed your teeth?"
"Brush your teeth?" the old man in front of him asked doubtfully, "Oh, boy, are you asking me if I rinsed my mouth? But I forgive you this time, but you can't talk to me like this in the future."
How dare you call yourself me? He actually pretended to be the emperor of the Ming Dynasty in his previous life, and he didn't know how much he weighed. This is like a smelly and hard stone in a latrine. It is simply disgusting.
"Just the same thing." Zhu Houzhao waved his hand in disgust.
"Oh, this, it's a bit old, I really can't remember it, let me do the math..." The old man looked serious and started counting with his fingers.
Zhu Houzhao rolled his eyes. He had never seen such a shameless person. Is this guy who calls himself me so poor that he can't even afford toothpaste and toothbrush? But then I thought again, maybe this guy is just a homeless person living on the streets. How can he afford toothpaste and toothbrush?
After Zhu Houzhao was indignant, he calmed down. When he took a closer look at the old man in front of him, he was shocked again.
Look, what on earth is this guy wearing?
Look, although the clothes are in tatters, this guy is dressed exactly like a Ming emperor. His hat is a crown of heaven, and his clothes are the emperor's royal robes embroidered with dragon-shaped patterns.
If his body is more nourished, his skin is fairer, his face is plumper and his spirit is more energetic, then he will have a standard image of the Ming emperor.
The clothes of the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty were thrown away by some Caotai opera troupe who played the emperor because they were too shabby for his eyesight, and were picked up by this guy with his eyesight.
Thinking of this, Zhu Houzhao felt indignant again.
I don’t know why the Ministry of Education is crazy. How can they arrange such a deranged vagrant and beggar into a five-star ministry guest house, especially with someone as noble as himself? Isn’t it the rhythm of killing people?
Taking a step back, do you believe this man claims to be the fallen emperor of the Ming Dynasty, or simply the emperor of the Ming Dynasty who was reborn from time travel? Can I still call myself the Jade Emperor?
"Oh, I've figured it out, I've figured it out, I, Emperor Zhengde, rinsed his mouth in the fifteenth year of Zhengde..."
Zhu Houzhao was indignant when the old man counted his fingers and suddenly shouted loudly.
"Are you the Zhengde Emperor Zhu Houzhao?" Zhu Houzhao exclaimed with confusion on his face.
I was sweating as I exclaimed, and I felt like Li Kui met Li Gui in Water Margin.
He was thinking hard about the history and family knowledge that he had almost forgotten. Never heard of any dynasty that had two emperors with the same surname? Have you never heard that besides yourself, your father also gave birth to another child named Zhu Houzhao?
"That's right, that's right. It's guaranteed to be fake. It's not a copycat, and it's definitely not a parallel import." The old man patted his chest loudly and said without any shame.
"Then who am I?" Zhu Houzhao asked with a trembling voice.
"Who do you think you are? Boy, you are just the little eunuch who was just sent to me to serve me! Come, I am fighting the little prince in the north and capturing Prince Ning in the south. I am tired and tired. Please help me. Rub your shoulders, squeeze your legs, and pat your back until you make me feel comfortable, and I will reward you with a tael of silver." The old man said again without any shame.
"Oh my god, I'm so pissed off." Zhu Houzhao wailed. He originally thought that he had encountered a psychopath, but he thought that he had encountered a psychopath pretending to be himself. Zhu Houzhao was almost so angry that he beat his chest.
"Boy, why are you doing this? Isn't it your dream to be a eunuch to be able to come here to serve me? Why are you still wailing? Also, why are you so brave that you dare to call me like me? Aren't you afraid that I'll knock you out?" The old man looked confused.
"Don't be disgusted with me. Let me tell you frankly. I will not change my surname in my life. I am the Zhengde Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Houzhao. Don't use my name to go around and deceive me." Zhu Houzhao raised his eyebrows, not angry but powerful, and said sternly.
"Ah." The old man slumped down like a headless fly. It seemed that he underestimated the energy of the man in front of him. Damn it, what kind of world is this...
In front of the first step of recruiting and cheating in this five-star guest house, he fell with a bang. This guy can be recorded in the history of Chinese scammers who fell headfirst in the first step.
After all, people's endurance is limited, and Zhu Houzhao doesn't want to be bored with this crazy, neurotic, elite among liars anymore, otherwise his life will be shortened.
