Room 101

In a metropolis where cars are jammed and neon lights are lit all night, there is a modern hotel called "The Mable, which towers in the heart of the business district. This hotel belongs to Mr. Korn, a middle-aged man who has been in business for a long time.

Mr. Korn was a brilliant executive, but he had a very rushed life. His days were filled with hotline meetings, business negotiations, and hotel key guest endorsements. He almost never had any free time.

Korn has a single daughter, ten-year-old Silk Fiber. Although they live in a luxury hotel suite, Silk Fiber feels like she's alone. She spends each day on a tablet, watching cartoons, and looking out the window at the chaos of a city she's never fully experienced.

One day, Silk came to his father in an office full of papers and handed him an old brass key with the number "101."

"Dad, I found this key hidden in your old safe. Which is the key?" asked Fibu.

Mr. Korn looked at it hastily. "Hmm...Room 101 is a storeroom of old wires and equipment that was left behind since the hotel was built. It doesn't matter. "

"I think there's a secret. You have to open with me!"

Mr. Korn looked at his expensive wristwatch, and he should have called the supplier, but when he saw his daughter's expected eyes, he realized that the ten-minute postponement of the meeting might be less important than his child's smile, he decided to take the silk.

They both walked out of the office and immediately took a ride back to the hotel, Room 101, at the corner of the lobby, a room that went unnoticed. Mr. Korn unlocked the key. The light from the old light bulb hit the dusty room and the tools, but what stunned the silk web was not dust.

The walls of the room were made into large pinning boards full of maps and children's handwriting drawings!

A map drawn in crayons that depicts "The Mable" in a funny and imaginative way.

A drawing of Grandpa, the founder of the hotel, is teaching a boy, Mr. Korn, in his childhood, to know the kind of hand tools.

"The best business plan is to have enough time to buy you ice cream."

Finally, the silk fiber found a piece of cardboard in the corner of the board, which Grandpa wrote with a dark ink pen:

To Korn:

Don't let high-rise buildings and the noise of the city make you overlook the nearest thing. Room 101 is my 'Family Command Center'. I built it here to remind you that no matter how busy business is, family always comes first.

Mr. Korn felt like something was on his neck. He hugged the silk tight. "I'm sorry, son. I ran the success of the hotel until I forgot to run the happiness of the family."

Since that day, Mr. Korn has turned Room 101 into the hotel's "creative room," where he and Silk spend at least half an hour every day drawing, planning a trip, or just talking without interrupting phone calls or emails, allowing businesses to slow down a little to make their family connections stronger.

💖 Teaching:

True wealth lies not in the tallest buildings in the city center, but in the allocation of time to the most important relationships in life.

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It has no connection to any real person, place or event.

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