Back at the hotel, he knocked on Old King's door and handed over the clothes and breakfast: "My clothes would look strange on you. These are my dad's old clothes—if you don't mind, just wear them for a couple of days. Here's breakfast too, though I don't know if you'll like it."

As he spoke, William Clark looked Old King up and down again and said, "They might be a bit short on you, but not by much."

Professor Clark was 1.76 meters tall, which was considered quite tall among the older generation in the south, but this Old King, though he looked aged, was at least 1.8 meters tall, about the same as William Clark. Luckily, Professor Clark was a bit on the heavy side, so the clothes were bought a bit larger.

Wearing a patched robe, Old King took the clothes and smiled, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. If you go out, remember to change your clothes. The hotel officially opens today, and I don't know if there will be any guests. If someone sees you in what you're wearing now, they'll probably think you're crazy," William Clark said. "If all goes well, in a couple of days I'll hire a cleaning lady and a cashier. It's best not to slip up in front of them, or it'll be a hassle."

"I understand," Old King looked at him calmly, then added, "This is exactly the attitude and tone you should have—an equal conversation, telling future guests what should and shouldn't be done."

"..." William Clark closed the door directly.

This Old King must have been a tutor at a magic academy when he was young!

He laid out a red carpet at the entrance, and the flower baskets he ordered yesterday were delivered and placed on both sides of the door for good luck.

Now, you can't set off firecrackers in the city, and he didn't plan to pretend by tossing confetti. The opening would just be like this; chasing after pomp and ceremony wouldn't help business much in the long run.

Not long after, Old King came downstairs and sat on the sofa, calmly watching the scene.

William Clark sat at the front desk and yawned.

"Looks like you didn't sleep well last night," Old King said with a smile. "Were you too excited?"

"I've had insomnia for a while. Do you wizards have any cures for insomnia?" William Clark asked without looking up.

"Many mental spells can do that, but those are at least level-two spells, or spells strictly regulated by the state that require a special license and can only be used in special circumstances," Old King said calmly. "Some can make you pass out instantly, some can make you lose consciousness, some can make a whole day pass in the blink of an eye, and some can give you a sweet dream. Want to try?"

"Sure," William Clark replied coolly.

"Which one do you want to try? I'll grant your wish tonight," Old King's voice was old, his tone calm.

"..." William Clark was silent for a moment. "The kind without dreams, preferably one that lets me sleep straight through till morning. To be honest, I haven't had a good night's sleep in over ten days."

"Understandable," Old King nodded, then looked around, "An inn should let people rest well. In our world, every inn has devices to soothe the mind and improve sleep quality. I could set one up for your hotel too. No one else would notice anyway—just consider it my rent for staying here and a gift for your grand opening!"

"Hmm?" William Clark was stunned. "There's something like that?"

"It's a simple thing in our world," Old King said as he turned to look at the walls. "I'll set up a magic array for you."

"Thank you, then."

After about nine o'clock, to William Clark's surprise, people started coming by with flower baskets to show their support.

He hurried out to greet them.

First were the owners of the supermarket and restaurant on either side, who saw the flowers and, wanting to build a good relationship, brought over a cheap little flower basket and offered a few words of congratulations. Then came colleagues of Professor Clark and Professor Adams, professors and lecturers from Yizhou University, whom William Clark vaguely recognized. After that, about a dozen students arrived—William Clark guessed they were students or graduate students of Professor Clark or Professor Adams.

For a while, flower baskets filled the entrance of the hotel, giving the impression that "this owner must have a wide network."

No one stayed long. They offered congratulations, had a glass of water, some reminisced about William Clark's parents and chatted for a bit, while others said nothing and just left.

It wasn't until eleven o'clock that Emily Clark slowly arrived from the end of the street on a Mobike.

There was a mini flower basket in the front basket of the bike.

William Clark stood at the door, looking at her expressionlessly.

Emily Clark parked the bike by the roadside, locked it, then picked up the little flower basket and walked over. She frowned at the rows of expensive-looking flower baskets at the entrance, then looked up at William Clark and said, "You really didn't need to buy so many just for show! You have no sense of thrift!"

"These were sent by teachers and classmates from the university," William Clark replied expressionlessly, glancing at the small flower basket in her hand. "I can see you're quite thrifty yourself."

"It's not that bad," Emily Clark said indifferently, casually placing the little flower basket on the ground—