Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

In North Carolina's premier metropolis, Charlotte, in the northwest corner of Kentucky's borderland, near Pineville, Kentucky, lies a magical hotel called Fruit Pit. Surrounded by luxury and high-end hotels, such as Sheraton, Extended Stays, Garden Inns, Holiday Stars, etc., it looks low and shabby, and has no sense of existence at all.

The owner of this hotel is Vans's uncle, a fat middle-aged man who weighs three hundred pounds and is named Edward. Since Americans do not distinguish between maternal and uncle, they are all called Uncle, unlike Chinese, so the surname is not called Jackson. For the sake of describing this, we will refer to him as Lao Ai during the following periods.

According to legend, Lao Ai's mother was a smash hit star in the thirties and forties, so she accumulated quite a lot of family wealth. As she faded out of sight, the woman began to plan for her children's future livelihood, so she bought a lot of property. After she left, these inheritances were inherited by the children, and Lao Ai received a part of them in this way.

Because Lao Ai has lived in a wealthy family since he was a child, he is not good at management, and because of the progress of the times, the family business has become deserted. The craft match factory went out of business, the cellar went bankrupt, and in the end, only this pit hotel remained.

The first time I saw it across the street, I immediately fell in love with it. Aptly named, this hotel has a pit shape. Its doors open between the street shops, only two shops wide, but the depth of the path runs through the entire block, and it has six floors and about 50 suites. If you take a bird's-eye view with a drone, you will see a narrow and long oval building at both ends, and it is difficult to find that this is actually a hotel, so business is mediocre or even bleak.

The reason for all this is also the interior decoration, even in the cloudless daytime, except for a few rays of sunlight shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the whole hall is still very dark. Most of its decorative panels and fences are made of black pine, and the air smells of wood and pipes. If people sit underneath, it is difficult to see through the appearance of each path through just a few wall lamps, which really gives people the feeling of a vampire's lair. On top of that, it's dilapidated.

In the final analysis, Lao Ai is strapped for money and has no spare money to renovate, so when I know this, I will immediately make up for the waived room fee. Although I am a poor ghost myself, I can't do such a thing as taking advantage of others for nothing.

Because of this style, it does not attract backpackers in the slightest. Pre-millennium youths were particularly fond of bright-toned environments, with all flip phones either green or red, and even fancy sweatshirts and Nike shoes. As a result, most of the people who come to stay at the hotel are middle-aged and elderly travelers, and these baby boomers born after World War II especially appreciate the quaint living environment. It is said that during Bill Clinton's tour to North Carolina to give a speech, he also planned to choose a location here, but later went to Sheraton to stay because the guest rooms were old and small.

Therefore, in the side corner of the hotel lobby, a large color photo of a politician standing on the bottom of the building is hung to attract customers, but the effect is still mediocre. Lao Ai said that if this goes on for a long time, he will be more and more unable to make ends meet, and if he really has nothing to do, he can only contract the building to others, so as to make a mess of life. So, a group of Hustler, who made a living from Scam, walked into the Fruit Core Hotel.

Such a guy is known as the Flower Hat in Charlotte. It's not that they wear top hats, but when they wear them, they are actually white gloves. They are all out of the sales department of several high-end hotels in the city, and they have their own customer channels, and they are the highest-paid people in the hotel industry, and for hotel workers, they are the God of Wealth. In fact, this kind of person, I am used to in Brisbane, every Monday, I will come to the front desk early in the morning to pre-book dozens of rooms, and then go directly to the boss. Since it has been rampant in Australia, not to mention the United States, which is the birthplace of the country, it is a paradise for flower hats.

Theoretically they weren't Scam, but Hustle was my contempt for them, a kind of prejudice. It is said that the famous Ice-T made a rap to them NewJackHustler, but unfortunately Uncle Ben never heard of it. What kind of operation is that? You might as well think of it as a today's app and book it online. In that era when the network was still underdeveloped, intermediaries had not yet been created, so it gave the flower hats a lot of room to play.

Hustler is aimed at a wide range of private hostels, as well as hotels like the Fruit Core Hotel, which are not star-rated but not small. They directly broke into the boss's room and offered to rely on their network to sell as many rooms as they could from the bottom of the month to the bottom of the month, from 200 to 100. But the premise is that the price of the room is cut in half, and how much the hat sells for is their business. Then as a clapper like Lao Ai, you have to sign an agreement with them. It is usually counted from the beginning of the month, during which no matter who comes into the hotel, they are not allowed to interfere, they come to settle the bill on the 15th of each month, and the contract is renewed after the cooperation is still satisfied.

And that's where the problem lies. As a hotel owner, I don't know how much money he paid for takeout, and I don't know who the customers he introduced were. Spending a hat is a huge profit, he doesn't need to do maintenance, and there is no cost, but he can make a lot of money. After a long time, many bosses were trapped, and they were extremely dependent on flower hats, so they were squeezed again. At that point, even if you don't sign a contract anymore, the business environment of the past has been destroyed. And that's not the most annoying, once the contract is torn up, then the hats will spread rumors like there are rats in the hotel, the equipment is old and leaking, the unit is haunted, and so on.

In a word, if you are caught by Hustler, you will only be slaughtered. Seeing that Lao Ai's eyes and bones were rolling, and he seemed to have some heartbeat, I hurriedly stated these routines to him, and snuffed out the sprouts of the scourge in swaddling clothes.

However, it is an indisputable fact that others want to survive, and the hotel is light. In the words of the Italian gangster, this is the last basic plate of Lao Ai, and I want to do something for him. But I'm a fugitive, and Alex is also a Loser, and although they are both young, they don't know how to run a business or have channels. And the reason why I have this impulse is because Lao Ai is a fat man who is very sophisticated but sincere, and like Fan Si, he likes to make friends. This is due to the birth of the family.

People who have been accustomed to fine clothes and food since childhood, usually have no strong desire for money, they are not like the bottom people who are full of brains about how to make money, even if they are rich and rich in the future, it is difficult to eradicate the greed in their hearts, which is the imprint of their birth background. For Lao Ai, it is nothing more than hoping that the fruit core can have a good time like in the 80s, and he doesn't have to live with a sad face all day long.

It is said that on the day Fan Pang was born, Lao Ai pointed at him in the delivery room and said, "This kid is most like me, so Fan S Jackson is the nephew he has taken care of since he was a child." When this guy went to junior high school, his physical appearance became richer and richer, and the uncle and nephew became more and more similar, and he was even more happy. With his aura, we stayed in other people's hotels almost for nothing, and we always felt very sorry not to go.

Krys and I both loved the quaint setting of the hotel, and Alex was very complimented when he entered, and the three of us agreed on this point, all for our own sake. My parents were busy working every day since I was a child, and I was used to living without relatives, Alex went to an orphanage early and lacked any concept of home, and Krys, she rarely talked about the past, all I knew was that she had an old mother who died young, and her father owned a farm in Australia. In short, the same experience makes us huddle together. In addition to this similarity, we have something else, and that is that our childhood was not too bad, at least at that time we can still smell our parents.

Therefore, almost all the colorful memories that can be preserved in my mind are fragments of the 80s. I am very nostalgic for the old-fashioned hotel full of twilight like the fruit core. It has all the beauty of what we had before we were missing, and all kinds of things that have long been impossible to find can be seen in the hotel. Living here, it is like returning to the distant past, and the snort is full of remembrance of the past.

Man is such an animal, born in the 70s, always think that the 80s are the golden years, born in the 80s, the 90s are the most beautiful, and those born in the 90s think that the millennium is worth nostalgia. Every generation of children feels that the first decade of their lives is the most precious, because it carries the beginning that will never return.

On the day I arrived at this hotel, the sales volume of rooms hit a new high, and 36 rooms were sold at once, which became the highest index of the day in the whole quarter. When he returned to passer-by, Fan Pang and the others stepped into the hotel pretending to know nothing, and Lao Ai was anxious to ask him, where did the fairy-like new girlfriend go? Why is there an East Asian kid living in the guest room now?

"Well, she still has her studies, but she has to go back to college to study, so don't worry about it anymore. Vance smoked Weed, stroked his big belly and smiled awkwardly: "When I have the opportunity, I will let her come here to be your receptionist in the tourist season." "

Because of the above-mentioned reasons, the employees of the Guohe Hotel are very scarce, except for the waiters in red clothes and black pants, plus the chefs, there are only twenty-two people. And there is only a vulgar woman in the front desk, who is crooked and cracked, and she is always thinking of launching a strike in order to increase her salary. I was born in a star-rated hotel, and Krys was tall, fair-skinned and sweet-looking, so I volunteered to share it with her and worked day and night shifts. The reason for this is that Krys likes the hotel so much that he is willing to work for nothing even if he doesn't get a salary.

"It's not impossible, but you two live in a guest room, you can't sell it out, and your salary will be discounted, so are you willing to do that?" Lao Ai paced back and forth in the office with his hands behind his back, looking at his nephew from time to time.

"It's only natural to help the old man revitalize the hotel," as soon as he saw that the fat man was loose, Van Si hurriedly ran forward, lit a cigarette for him and made coffee for him, looking extremely enthusiastic, and said: "We don't occupy the room in vain, that's business." And these are all good buddies who were born and died with me, I have a good idea to get the best of both worlds, we might as well do this... And so and so. "

Seeing the two fat men talking to each other, I thought that we were probably talking about it, so I sat down on the leather sofa next to me.

"What?" Lao Ai suddenly exclaimed, his eyes widened, and asked, "Are you calling the idea of the room in 0514?"

"Anyway, you are also a warehouse, the area is so large and idle, it is better to use it as a dormitory for us. "

"What kind of is this? You lived in a hotel when you were a kid, and you know exactly where it is, and you don't even want to make such a ridiculous suggestion. The fat man returned to the boss's table and sat down, waved his hand to him again and again, and said, "It's okay for you men to talk about it, but now this girl is still dragging the children, and you let them live in that room? "

When asked after going out, Fan Pang didn't elaborate, but sat in the bottom court and thought with the thin man. They had been out for too long, so they should go back to Georgia and go to Moon Valley Radio to negotiate the implementation of Lancaster's expansion of personnel. In addition, with the funding of the Ivy League Mentor Hyksos Seminar, he should always give someone an answer. Therefore, the two decided to stay here for another day and then go back to their hometown to run errands.

In order to dispel his doubts, he decided to take himself as a hostage in the kernel, so as not to make us misunderstand that this is to run away and leave everyone alone. At the same time, let's take any one of them to accompany Marlowe, which is called mutual bondage. Because of my status as a fugitive, I was always afraid of staying in one place for a long time, so I chose to go back to Glascok County with the thin man. As for Fan Fat, he doesn't really love to be a hostage, he was scared of the gang of thieves who broke into the hospital and drank blood type B in his hometown, this cult female hooligan gang called Lilith, all of them are hob meat, on the eve of running the ancient Yin Mansion in North Carlukou to record the scene, he kept harassing the fat man, and he almost demolished his temporary residence. So much so that Fan Pang has been working on the radio for a long time, and he was so scared that he even had to pick up a change of clothes and pants when he went home in broad daylight.

"One day I'll go with you, find an opportunity to ambush these mothers-in-law, and beat them up. Alex crossed his arm, leaned against the iron railing of the hotel terrace, and said to Fan Pang nonchalantly: "In my old family, the little hooligans around me have told me to clean up and be obedient, as far as the gang of women you are talking about, what can I do? It's just that your high school girlfriend is a little tricky in it." "

"Really? You kid is thinking too simply. Let's not talk about it, let's not talk about these bad things. Van Si shrugged his shoulders and asked the young Frenchman to go down with him to move the chair, and at seven o'clock in the evening, there was a fireworks show in the park opposite, standing on the roof of the hotel, the view could cover the whole sky, it was really a great place to have a drink and watch it.

Unlike today, young people at the end of the last century almost always liked to stay on the streets, and few stayed at home. There are so many young people in Charlotte, with an average of three children per family, and when this kind of municipal activity coincides, it is necessary to choose attractions in advance, and the business of the kernel has skyrocketed. After a short time, the terrace was crowded with young men and women of the same age, and the noise was endless.

"Hollisman, if you have money in the future, don't have too much, millions or more, what do you want to do with them?"

"I don't know, I think I'll be eating up to that point. Leng Buding was hugged by Krys's waist, and she was happy for a while, and then asked me this question. It was not difficult to guess what she was actually thinking from her eyes, so I deliberately asked, "What about you?"

"The first thing I want to do with all that money is to buy this hotel, and I want to stay here forever. She pursed her lips, punched me, and exclaimed, "If you can really get a job in a hotel, this dream has come true, you must make sure to work hard." "

With that, she took out her mobile phone, took the child's hand, and took her to the green belt of the corridor to take a photo, which is a must-do thing every week. Although Krys had a bad relationship with her father, it was customary to show the old man the baby every week, telling him that they were both doing well and that no one was starving. Only when I was entangled in the lawsuit, I missed a few such photos to report safety.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that after she finished taking the photo, the whole person looked depressed, I was a little curious, stroked her shoulder and asked.

"Before you came back, I met a very beautiful girl at the hotel and had dinner with us. Originally, I made an appointment to go shopping and clubbing the next day, and I planned to take her to take pictures, but she didn't come, and the world has evaporated since then. Krys stood on the terrace, her long hair fluttering and her thin shirt swaying in the evening breeze. She watched sadly at the people on the street, and lamented alone: "Before, I thought I was okay looking. But compared to her, she is like an ugly duckling. Maybe she didn't look down on me at all, and whoever made me behave so recklessly scared her away. However, the heart of beauty, regardless of gender, both men and women are sexually sexual, and I really want to hug her, but I obviously don't have that tendency?".

"This means that you smell like her, and this girl is also as big and thick as you? If you two are a couple, will she play a male or female role in life?"