Jin Zhongyuan wasn't a guy who needed to stay with the customers all the time to gain their favor — he knew very well that this would cause disgust among the customers.
Therefore, after sending the customer to the hotel room, he left wisely — he would only appear when the customer needed him.
This was why Peter Chan was so willing to introduce customers to him — because Peter Chan could always get the goodwill of the VIPs because of Jin Zhongyuan.
"This is my phone number, Master Qiu! If you need me, I'll come immediately. "
He didn't even wait for the response of Boss Luo and Miss Maid, and left politely.
Luoqiu opened the curtains and looked outside the hotel. From here, he could see a man-made lake. He smiled, "It seems that this hotel has a long history."
Miss Maid was packing the luggage at this time. She raised her head and asked, "Master, what do you want to eat for lunch?"
Boss Luo said, "Well … let's go to the restaurant and have a taste. I heard that many customers come here for the chef."
"Okay."
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Hotel Alec, Presidential Suite.
"Sir, I'm Guthrie, the floor manager here. I'm very happy to serve you."
A tall blonde man in a tuxedo, suit, and leather shoes, who was about 40 years old, was respectful to Mr. Dillings … He even didn't smile.
Dillings looked at the floor manager strangely, frowning and asking, "I remember that the floor manager here is Ms. Tiffany?"
The floor manager in front of him was slightly surprised at this time, then nodded, "Yes, sir. But Ms. Tiffany is on vacation these days, so I'll take over her job temporarily. Sir, do you need her for something? I can contact her for you. "
Dillings asked curiously, "Are you Tiffany's?"
"I'm her nephew." The floor manager, Guthv, smiled.
"Oh …" Di Linsi pondered for a moment before shaking his head. "No need. Since she's on vacation, there's no need to disturb her … By the way, did she go home for the past few days?"
"Aunt Tiffany is still staying here for the next few days," Gusfor said. "She's enjoying the employee benefits … I'll contact Sir."
"No, there's really no need, Mr. Gustav." Dirim shook his head quickly. "Thank you for your kindness, but I prefer to have a good rest. You see, I've been on the transport since last night. "
"My apologies." Gusiv nodded. "Then, do I need to wake you up for dinner, Mr. Dillings?"
"No need." Di Linsi waved his hand and smiled, "Actually, I'm quite familiar with this place … I've lived here for a period of time."
The housekeeper was a little surprised, but he didn't ask too much. He turned around and left gracefully, closing the door gently.
At this moment, Dillings slowly heaved a sigh of relief. He stretched out his hand to loosen the necktie around his neck and unbuttoned his collar. Only then did he move his bloated body and lie down on the snow-white mattress, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"So, this is the presidential suite …" He muttered to himself. "It doesn't feel special."
Apart from the price … staying here for a night was about one or two months' salary for an ordinary working class.
He propped himself up and struggled to get his suitcase. For someone of his size, it seemed that every movement was clumsy and strenuous.
He needed to use all his strength.
He slowly opened the suitcase that looked quite luxurious — there was another suitcase inside, but it was old and yellowed, and the leather was even worn in some places.
Di Linsi's hands slowly touched the old suitcase, and then he gently opened it.
There was a violin inside.
Di Linsi put the violin on his neck and picked up the bow … he put the bow on the string, but he didn't pull it — Di Linsi closed his eyes and kept this posture for a long time.
After a long time, he slowly exhaled, put the violin and the bow back into the old suitcase, and then put them into the new suitcase.
Di Linsi stood up with difficulty. He touched his big belly that blocked the view of his legs, feeling hungry.
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Alec Hotel, Squash Room.
A woman in her fifties with a good figure was playing the last game with her friends. Soon, the housekeeper of the floor, Gusiv, came … He waited for the woman in the squash room to finish the game before calling her out.
In the seats in the rest area outside.
"Mr. Di Linsi?" The woman repeated the name in surprise, and then she carefully thought for a while before shaking her head, "I don't remember him."
Gusiv felt strange, "Aunt Tiffany, but I feel that this Mr. Di Linsi seems to know you."
'Ma' am … 'Aunt Tiffany thought again, "Maybe he knows me through other customers."
"Do you need me to arrange a meeting for you?"
Aunt Tiffany shook her head and looked at her nephew who was going to take over her job, "As a housekeeper, we only meet customers when they ask for it. We don't take the initiative to meet them."
Gusiv nodded, of course he knew this. He just suspected that Aunt Tiffany had some relationship with Mr. Di Linsi, so he was curious … It seemed that there was no direct relationship, so he didn't say anything more and just found a random reason to leave.
Aunt Tiffany seemed to be lost in thought as she watched her nephew leave. She subconsciously looked at the large artificial lake outside the lounge.
Although he didn't remember ever receiving a customer by the name of Dillings, for some reason, this name felt vaguely familiar.
"Hey, Tiffany, another game?"
Tiffany waved at her friends who had sent her an invitation and went back into the squash room … It felt good to be able to enjoy life at her age.
Every day was good, very good.
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The menu was not allowed to be changed. The menu was all decided by the head chef of the restaurant. At the same time, several menu combinations were provided. But after the menu was decided, all the food on the table had to be finished.
This was the rule of this restaurant — when Boss Luo and Miss Maid entered the restaurant, they were informed by the waiter.
Usually, the weirder the rule, the weirder the temper, the more it aroused the curiosity of others — the restaurant could be said to be overcrowded at this time.
There were some empty tables in the corner, but obviously, the location was not very good, so no one was interested in them.
"Well … it seems that we are still a bit late." Luo Qiu said with pity, but he still led Miss. Maid to the table that no one was interested in.
At this time.
"Excuse me!"
Someone called Boss Luo and Miss Maid … The person who appeared in front of Boss Luo was Mr. Di Linsi, whom he had met for the fourth time.
He was sitting on a very good seat — an empty table, and he was the only one sitting there.
At this time, Di Linsi was struggling to stand up — he finally stood up, with a friendly smile on his face, "Excuse me, if you don't mind, why don't you enjoy lunch with me today, as a return gift for giving up your room to me … Please don't refuse."
Miss Maid glanced at her master, and found that her master was also looking at her at this time, so she showed a beautiful smile.
Boss Luo looked at Di Linsi with a smile, "Of course."
He pulled out a chair and sat down. Di Linsi also sat down slowly, and then called the waiter to add the white wine as an appetizer.
"Cheers to our acquaintance." Di Linsi now showed his forthright and hospitality on the train.
However, he was not elegant, and seemed to be out of tune with everything here. Because his voice was really too loud, it attracted the attention of the people around, and they all looked at him curiously.
It seemed to be very impolite to disturb others eating … but this Mr. Di Linsi's voice seemed to be so loud.
In fact, he was just talking normally.
The waiters quickly began to order dishes for the customers who had gathered together at the last minute. When Boss Luo and Miss Maid were still thinking about what to eat, Mr. Di Linsi had already decided, "One stewed pork with beans, truffle red wine stewed rice, lime-orange lamb fish with sour bean cream sauce, roasted quail with cream egg roll, stewed lamb knee with red orange sauce, and …"
Even though this was a customer who didn't seem to care about cholesterol at all, the waiter still hesitated for a moment before asking, "Sir, are you sure you want … all of these?"
"Yes." Di Linsi said with a smile, "Of course I'm sure … Oh, right, there's one last thing. That's to remind your Head Chef Borg not to dip his finger in the sauce when cooking."
"… Yes, sir." The waiter was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly lowered his head and agreed.
Damn it … How did this customer know about Chef Berg's bad habits?
He couldn't help but look at the man and woman next to him who were still considering the menu, very worried that Mr. Di Linsi's words would affect their appetite.
But in the end, he found that he worried too much — the man and woman seemed not to have heard Mr. Di Linsi's words, and naturally ordered some dishes — of course, they were not as exaggerated as Mr. Di Linsi's, but ordinary dishes.
When the waiter took the order and left, Boss Luo looked around, and suddenly looked at Mr. Di Linsi curiously, "Mr. Di Linsi seems to be very familiar with everything here, even the habits of that weird chef."
Mr. Di Linsi just smiled casually, "In fact, I haven't been here for a long time … I remember that there was a special stage here before."
He reached out and pointed to the front, "This is the place. It used to be a small stage, and usually there was a piano on it. Later, the restaurant's business became better and better, and the restaurant's customers also increased, so the stage was demolished to make more space for this semi-open private room. "
"Many years ago?"
"About 20 years ago?" Mr. Di Linsi thought for a while, and then shook his head, "I don't remember clearly, my memory is not very good."
Boss Luo smiled, "It's enough that you can remember that there was a stage there."
Mr. Di Linsi looked at the young man strangely, but he didn't know why he agreed with his words, so he smiled and said, "Yes, sometimes I am afraid that I will forget that stage once existed. Now that I think about it, I am really lucky to be able to remember it. So, sometimes, don't complain that the world is unfair to you, because you never know when it will give you care that you don't know. "
"Maybe." Boss Luo nodded, and raised his glass to Mr. Di Linsi.
Mr. Dillings was obviously a talkative man, but his style of conversation was obviously not comparable to that of a rich gentleman. On the contrary, what he talked about were trivial matters of daily life.
There was a rainstorm somewhere in England.
In fact, the meat of lamb's knee was more delicious than the meat of lamb's rib.
It was said that in Huaxia in the east, people would make pig's knuckle into a delicacy, which was really incredible.
Could chicken's claws really be eaten?
Unknowingly, several waiters pushed the dishes to the table — Mr. Di Linsi ordered too many dishes, so he needed a dining car, and several waiters surrounded him to serve him.
Every time a dish was opened in front of him, Mr. Di Linsi would show a very satisfied and pleasantly surprised expression — he seemed to have infinite expectations for it.
Or it could be said that he had an unimaginable expectation for everything — more accurately, he was full of enthusiasm all the time.
However, the chef whose bad habit was exposed didn't appear because of this — it was said that the chef never came out to meet customers … Obviously, he didn't break this rule for Mr. Di Linsi.
"This bastard, his dishes are still so delicious."
Occasionally, Mr. Di Linsi would sigh — of course, his voice was still as loud as before.
He might not be very suitable for the environment in this restaurant, but Boss Luo knew that Mr. Di Linsi at least really liked the dishes cooked by this chef.
"The taste is not bad."
This was Miss Maid's evaluation after tasting the dishes … This is already a very high evaluation. Luoqiu thought in his heart.
After dinner, Mr. Di Linsi wanted to invite Boss Luo and Miss Maid to the artificial lake outside, but he was rejected.
Mr. Di Linsi was a little disappointed and left after paying the bill.
At this time, the restaurant was still very noisy, and the customers were sitting at their seats, talking about something. Some were serious, some were laughing, and some were chatting happily. Only one voice was missing.
It was a voice that was only slightly louder than the others, and it was a voice that was free and easy.
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