With that, the three women rushed downstairs to Zhao Rong. "Big Brother, let's just go to that haunted hostel," one said. "We'd rather be strangled by a ghost in our sleep than die from vomiting in this disgusting hotel!"
Hearing this, Zhao Rong snatched back his 2,000 yuan, throwing the receipt in the receptionist's face. "A disgusting place like this charges 1,000 yuan a night with a 5,000 yuan deposit? This place is garbage. We're not staying."
When she saw them actually leaving, the receptionist flew into a rage. "You bunch of paupers! You're really going to turn down our fine hotel for that haunted dump? Fine! Just you wait! In the middle of the night, after you've turned off the lights and fallen asleep, a ghost's hand will reach out from under your bed and scare you to death!"
