Three days later, in the early morning.
Shao Zifeng, carrying his travel bag, arrived at the front desk alone. The usually bustling lobby had become desolate and quiet. Looking out at the pitch-black night sky, it was the darkest moment just before sunrise.
"Mr. Shao, this is something the boss asked me to pass on to you." The front desk lady produced a card with a black background and golden edges and handed it to him, respectfully explaining, "The boss said no matter which city Mr. Shao goes to, as long as there is a Yundu Hotel chain, they will provide you with the highest level of service. Please be sure to accept it."
Shao Zifeng's expression showed slight hesitation, but eventually, he reached out and took it.
Seeing him take the card, the front desk lady visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
