Personal business trips are relatively high, and I stay in many hotels. Generally, I don’t comment on anything major. I really want to tell you about this one. I can’t see the hotel’s live TV. The pictures you watch for free are all awkward movies. If this is the case, I think you might as well give me a radio; I think maybe your boss’s big pants are so broken, brother, or let’s stop opening a hotel, your country’s poverty alleviation has been pulled down by you; and the design of this room is even more niubility to Tesla. There are windows that open the corridor. Basically, the curtains can’t be pulled. When you open them, it feels like a fish tank. It looks like a real fish from the outside. The last thing you can’t bear is the sound insulation. It’s no exaggeration. What do you do next door? You can feel it exactly, turning on the faucet, turning on the switch, and even half asleep next door to tap the pillow, and you can hear clearly... it's literally. I really feel that this hotel perfectly explains the light luxury, that is, "poor and exquisite" and "trousers showing off."
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