he was young and old to the living room to drink

At dusk, the storm that raged all day long stopped. Jiang Ping quickly cleared the snow in front of the hotel.
    He has run this hotel for ten years. Hundreds of rooms of different prices, each year to bring him rolling billions of dollars. Whether it is the 80-100 standard room, or 20-40 yuan of ordinary room, almost daily no vacancy.
    Cold wind blowing like a knife in general blowing the pedestrian, Jiang Ping looked at the guy swept the snow, is preparing to turn around to come back to the house, across the old and young, marching snow, spit air straight towards his hotel Come and go. He habitually stepped forward to be prepared to chat with guests a few words. Suddenly, the smile on his face froze. The shriveled old man's face is like an eggplant peel, with an eyebrow beard stained with ice, a worn Lei Feng Mao, a plush cotton-padded trouser worn by few, and his hands crossed over his sleeve as a sculpture , That look like a gathering of decades of suffering. Jiang Ping heart trembling violently. "Is there a cheaper room? One bed is enough." "Yes, some!" Jiang Ping replied hesitated, he was a bit confused.
    Jiang Ping was startled for a moment, immediately asking people to prepare one of the best rooms to settle them and send a sumptuous dinner table for a total of 20 yuan. Front desk cashier look surprised, do not understand what the relationship between the two men and the boss, twenty yuan to enjoy the treatment of a few hundred dollars, La miles complacently to confirm the boss just this decision.
    In the evening, he was young and old to the living room to drink, only a small came. "Hello, I am the boss here, my name is Jiang Ping." "Hello, my name is Zhao Yu, the old man is my father, and he is in a bad mood." Side said, both hands welcomed it. "You really are a kind kind hearted man, you have prepared such a good room for us, gave us delicious food, received only 20, and so I have money ... ..." Jiang Ping raised his right hand, indicating that he should not Let's go. "Do not use it, come, sit!" The little timidly sat down, his legs tight, his hands slowly rubbing between his knees. Jiang Ping went on to say: "What's your job? Where's the fortune?" "Cough! Shao Shao Cai, a pauper, to maintain life is not bad." Small smile said. "Your father's mental state is very poor, you look haggard, what happened?" Jiang Ping continued to ask. Small face suddenly red, pondered several times in silence. Jiang Ping filled the wine, indicating a cup of dry. Small cup drank, is white wine, choking cough tears. "You must have unspeakable implicit, I will not ask, ready to go tomorrow? Do you want me to help?" Small was touched by his enthusiasm, solemnly said: "Tomorrow we do not know where to go!" "Oh ? "Jiang Ping's heart like something bang about, tightly staring at the black thin kid. Puzzled and asked: "in the end how is it? Because of no money?" Small face revealed a heavy look, a Yangzui drank the cup of wine, silence for a few seconds, and finally Road Out of the facts: For more than a year, he and his father have been looking for a man named Zhao Feng, that is his brother. additional info | he said | Find Out More | Resources | get more | website here | i thought about this