The staff of some big hotels would have their own lounge — a rather small room.
It used to be like this in the past. Even for a high-ranking position like the butler, the living space was not much bigger than the bathroom in the guest room, and it was rather messy.
However, although Mr. Gustav's bedroom was small, it was very exquisite, like it belonged to him.
After finishing the work at hand, Mr. Gustav quickly returned to his bedroom. After a simple rest, he still had to prepare for the banquet in the evening.
He was a meticulous person, and because of this, Aunt Tiffany had been cultivating him as her successor.
Starting from the lowest position as a concierge, to the present floor butler, Mr. Gustav had established his own huge network of connections. He found that he unexpectedly liked his current job.
Because of the huge network of connections, Mr. Gustav also had a very strong ability to gather information.
At this time, he locked the door of his bedroom. After locking the door, Mr. Gustav quickly walked to the only small desk in the bedroom and opened the drawer.
He took out a notebook and quickly flipped through it — until the last page.
On the last page of the notebook was a mark he drew with a pencil and based on his memory. This mark was exactly the same as the one he drew on Mr. Dillings' old leather suitcase hidden in the suitcase … At least, there was not much difference.
After all, the mark here was drawn by Mr. Gustav based on his memory … This was a mark he accidentally saw on a letter — it appeared on a letter collected by the lawyer in charge of the hotel business.
As for that letter, it belonged to the real owner behind the scenes of the Alec Hotel.
All these years, Mr. Gustav had been sparing no effort to find any clues about the owner behind the hotel — it had become a challenge for him to live.
It was said that even Aunt Tiffany had not seen the real owner of the hotel … This made Mr. Gustav very curious from the first day he became a doorman.
Perhaps it was just intuition.
His intuition made Mr. Gustav feel that the mysterious Mr. Dillings was very likely to have some connection with the owner behind the hotel.
This could also explain why Mr Dillings seemed to know Aunt Tiffany, but Aunt Tiffany didn't have any impression of him …
Exposing Mr. Dillings' true identity was like a signal that was ignited, and Mr. Gustav suddenly became a little impatient.
It seemed to be a ridiculous behavior.
There was also a situation like this: In the middle of the night, one suddenly wanted to eat something and drove dozens of kilometers away, just to fulfill this impulse — life.
"Come on, let me see your true identity …"
Oh … But now he needed to change his clothes and start to adjust the final decoration of the banquet — perhaps tonight would be a good opportunity?
Mr. Gustav could not help but secretly look forward to it.
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Miss Maid was trying on the evening dress she had just chosen in the fitting room. It seemed that there was a brand exclusive store that Miss Maid liked in this hotel.
Luoqiu knew that You Ye also had the identity of a fashion designer, but he did not have the slightest research in this area … But now he had memorized the exclusive brand of this store.
While waiting, the other two customers were talking. From the content of the conversation, Boss Luo knew that one of the ladies was called Ms. Tiffany, the excellent floor manager that Jin Zhongyuan mentioned before. The other one was her close friend, called Xanthi.
They were about the same age, probably at the age when the real time was waiting — but it seemed that they would also worry about some trivial things in life.
From their conversation, Sui Xiong knew that this close friend, Xanthi, was a rich lady.
She was fiddling with her clothes in front of the mirror, lamenting the frown on her face and complaining about her husband's recent high cholesterol problem.
At this time, it seemed that Ms. Tiffany's close friend was not an employee of the hotel, but a rich lady who often came here to have fun.
"Dear, actually I think Chef Berg is really good. You've been divorced for five years, it's time for you to start a new life, right?" Ms. Xanthi suddenly brought up another topic.
Ms. Tiffany, who was also fiddling with her clothes in front of the mirror, smiled casually, "We're just good friends, just like you and him are good friends."
Lady Xanthi naturally rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me … you still haven't forgotten that guy from back then."
Perhaps it was something in the past … something that was more distant than five years ago, or even ten years ago.
But Ms. Tiffany didn't show any displeasure on her face. Instead, she laughed, "If you say I can't forget him … many people can't forget him, right? After all, he's such a charming guy. I suddenly remembered something. There was a waitress who was holding a customer's drink. She was so engrossed that she bumped into a pillar. "
"Oh! Tiffany, I didn't know you could be so annoying. "
The guy they were talking about was probably a good-looking guy.
Boss Luo faintly thought.
Perhaps Ms. Xanthi used to work in this big hotel.
She even had a love affair here. Perhaps it was a rich businessman, or a young man with great potential. But now, she was living a life that many people imagined.
Ms. Xanthi should have worked here before, and she already knew Ms. Tiffany when she worked here.
Therefore, they maintained a friendship for many years.
"Is there still no news about that guy?" Ms. Xanthi suddenly asked in a low voice.
Ms. Tiffany looked at herself in the mirror, and after a moment of silence, she slowly shook her head and didn't speak for a long time.
She could only accompany her like this. After a short while, Ms. Xanthi found a new dress and fiddled with it.
Ms. Tiffany suddenly walked to the mirror and carefully looked at the crow's feet at the corner of her eyes, looking at the traces of herself over the years.
The door of the fitting room slowly opened. Ms. Maid had already put on the evening dress she had chosen. Under the light, she walked in with a smile. Luoqiu stood up to welcome her.
"So beautiful."
Women liked such a compliment, and she didn't intend to be an exception.
The evening dress was thus decided.
Just at this moment.
"Dear, do you really intend to attend the strange birthday party tonight? I came all the way back here to celebrate your birthday this weekend. Now, what about the private couch I prepared for you? So many young women? "
Ms. Xanthi suddenly said with an exaggerated and unhappy voice.
It turned out that today was Ms. Tiffany's birthday.
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Jin Zhongyuan was sitting in the lobby of the Eric Grand Hotel to kill time, feeling bored.
Of course, there were many snacks to eat here, and even free tea service. The massage chair in the lounge area could also be used for free … This was really a place for lazy people to spend a day comfortably.
Of course, he didn't come here to enjoy himself, but to be able to come here whenever he was called, so he had to stay here.
Of course, he also chatted with several bellboys to maintain their relationship … and also showed off the business card he had just received from Mr. Gustav.
The bellboys naturally couldn't accompany Jin Zhongyuan all day long. They could only stop quietly, and then happily exchange a few words — usually about leisure topics on the rest day.
"You are really busy today … Speaking of which, it seems that there are more customers today than usual on the weekend?" Jin Zhongyuan looked at the busy lobby check-in desk.
A bellboy said, "I don't know what happened today, but some customers suddenly came in the afternoon, and they all seemed to be invited."
"Invited?" Jin Zhongyuan was stunned. He remembered that there was a mysterious party in the evening, so he asked curiously, "They came to attend the mysterious party in the evening?"
"It seems like … Let's not talk about it anymore. Here comes a gentleman! I can't be here! "His good friend's bellboy said quickly.
"Who is it?" Jin Zhongyuan asked curiously.
He quickly replied, "It's Lawyer Zieg!"
Jin Zhongyuan was surprised. He knew that this Lawyer Zieg was the guy who was entrusted with complex management by the mysterious behind-the-scenes boss of Alexa Hotel … He was also a rich man.
Looking from afar, Lawyer Zieg looked like he was in his fifties — but in fact, he was already in his seventies. His hair was completely white, but because of his dark skin, it might be difficult to judge his actual age.
It was said that Lawyer Zieg only came in the last one or two days of every month … It was only the end of the month now.
So why did he come here now?
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When Lawyer Zieg suddenly came, the management of Alexa Hotel was quickly alarmed — In fact, except for the staff who directly faced the customers, the staff above the management level were basically directly appointed by Lawyer Zieg.
Managing the business of Alexa Hotel … If one didn't know, one might really think that Lawyer Zieg was the real boss of this hotel.
But he really wasn't.
At this time, a black old man surrounded by a group of white people came to a quiet room — Mr. Gustav also came at the first moment.
He was now one of the members who was qualified to participate, but he was at the end of the line.
"Mr. Zieg, why didn't you inform us in advance? That way, we could have prepared to receive you in advance!"
"Relax, I'm not here for official business today." Lawyer Zieg was a person with good self-restraint. At this time, he smiled and said, "I'm only invited today as a guest … In addition, I'm here to deal with some personal matters."
"Invitation … Is it because of the mysterious banquet tonight?"
Lawyer Zieg played with the cane in his hand and smiled without saying anything … The others couldn't guess Lawyer Zieg's intention, so they could only try to beat around the bush.
Lawyer Zieg looked at the time and said, "Well, I'm a bit tired after a long ride. I want to take a rest … Let's go to the usual room, is there a problem?"
"Of course! Your room has always been reserved … Mr. Gustav, I think you'll be very willing to serve Lawyer Zieg, right? "
"It's my pleasure." Mr. Gustav, who was called out, quickly stood up and nodded politely.
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"How long does Lawyer Zieg plan to stay this time?"
On the way, Mr. Gustav personally carried Lawyer Zieg's luggage and walked in front to lead the way.
"One night. If there are no accidents, I should leave tomorrow," Lawyer Zieg said casually.
Lawyer Sieg said casually, and then asked about Ms. Tiffany … When he came for official business, Ms. Tiffany was the one in charge of receiving him. Of course, it was not because Gustav was unhappy, he was just curious.
"Aunt Tiffany is on leave today." Mr. Gustav said, "But she'll attend the mysterious banquet tonight. Lawyer Zieg may be able to see her at the banquet … Of course, if you need, I can contact Aunt Tiffany now."
"No need." Lawyer Zieg thought … He waved his hand and said, "It's very ungentlemanly to disturb a lady's vacation, my Mr. Gustav."
"You're right." Mr. Gustav nodded repeatedly.
But he couldn't help but connect some scattered things together in his mind, such as the mysterious Mr. Dillings and the mark on the mysterious old leather suitcase in his suitcase … tonight's mysterious banquet … and Lawyer Zieg's sudden visit.
Oh, right. Before coming here, Mr. Gustav even heard a rumor that Mr. Dillings seemed to know Head Chef Borg, and even knew some of the bad habits of this head chef.
After Lawyer Zieg came to the room, he suddenly asked curiously, "Mr. Gustav, is there any special guest in the hotel today?"
Gustav understood, but he pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Why do you say so, Lawyer Zieg?"
Lawyer Zieg said casually, "I saw the helicopter parked over there … It usually doesn't start, right?"
Mr. Gustav nodded and said, "Yes, there's a guest today. He came by helicopter … He's now staying in the presidential suite."
He didn't even intend to say Mr. Dillings' name. He just mentioned it and observed Lawyer Zieg's expression.
But he didn't see any expression of expectation on the lawyer's face. Lawyer Zieg just nodded and encouraged Mr. Gustav with a few words, telling him to work hard and so on.
Nevertheless, Mr. Gustav increasingly felt that Mr. Dillings, Lawyer Zieg … the owner behind the hotel, must have a special relationship with them.
Oh … Maybe after leaving here, he could visit Mr. Dillings. After all, he wasn't feeling well today — it was a very reasonable and impeccable reason.
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