Saying they wanted to stay at the girl's house was obviously a joke. Even if the girl were momentarily infatuated and bewitched, Duanmu Ci and Wei Yue might not dare to go! Japan, like China, is a conservative Eastern country. If they actually dared to do such a thing, the girl's parents would definitely call the police on them, treating them like criminals.

Just imagining the dignified head of the Duanmu family and the future head of the Genji clan being arrested by the police as thugs, then wearing prison clothes with their pictures scrolling back and forth on the headlines of Hong Kong and France, Duanmu Ci and Wei Yue both shuddered and abandoned this unreliable plan.

"Don't you have anywhere to stay in Japan?" Duanmu Ci asked. "The young master of the prestigious Yuan family is actually homeless on the streets of Tokyo. It's a disgrace to all Japanese people!"

"Hmph! It seems Duanmu-kun has no right to criticize me." Wei Yue sneered, "Others may not know, but do you think I don't? If all the properties you own in Tokyo were exposed, the Governor of Tokyo would probably invite you to a banquet at his official residence immediately! But does Duanmu-kun, who possesses such wealth in Tokyo, even have a place to rest?"

Two figures of immense stature, each carrying a briefcase, stood staring at each other in front of the airport gate, looking rather shabby. Wei Yue, as the young master of the Yuan family, could easily stay in the residence of a close retainer for a period of time, and that retainer would likely record it as a "family honor" in the family history. Duanmu Ci wasn't entirely without options; at least he could go to Gongshu Mo's construction site!

However, both men shared the same concern: saving face. They couldn't bear to abandon this pride and stay at their subordinate's house, as it would make them feel like they were losing their authority and were like stray dogs.

If someone unaware of this situation knew, they would definitely suggest that the two of them stay in a hotel, no matter how luxurious it was. That wouldn't be a problem for the Tokyo duo. The issue is that hotel registration requires identification! Would Wei Yue dare to produce his identification? (Japan doesn't have national ID cards, but they do have identification such as driver's licenses, student IDs, and passports.)

If he dares, then in ten minutes, the retainers of the Yuan family will arrive at the hotel with bodyguards and respectfully invite the young master home. If he doesn't return, he will probably be subjected to coercive measures.

As for staying in shady hotels or small inns, they didn't even consider it; they'd rather sit on a bench by the street and enjoy the scenery than stay there.

In fact, the RAR Club could easily solve this problem, but Duanmu Ci couldn't guarantee that the Yuan family wouldn't follow the clues and find the two of them, so this move was unnecessary.

The two stared at each other, attracting the attention of passersby. Some girls who had just returned from England even began to imagine some rather "harmonious" and "beautiful" scenes...

A gust of wind blew by, and the two of them simultaneously looked down and rubbed their sore eyes...

"If Aslan were here, he would definitely have a place to stay," Duanmu Ci said casually while rubbing his eyes.

"Athrun?" The two of them paused simultaneously while rubbing their eyes. "Yes, Athrun!"

Duanmu Ci and Wei Yue felt a great weight lifted off their shoulders.

Aslan Hilton, the future heir to nearly 3,000 Hilton hotels worldwide, would make the so-called "accommodation problem" a joke if he were to speak up.

Duanmu Ci took out his phone and made an overseas call to Aslan without hesitation.

"My dear friend, you rarely call me, it's an honor!" Aslan's languid voice came from the other end of the phone. Judging from the surrounding noise, it seemed to be a bar or karaoke room. However, Duanmu Ci, who was in a foreign country, found this lazy voice to be so warm and familiar for the first time.

"Aslan, a friend needs your help. You wouldn't refuse, would you?"

"Of course not. Helping friends is one of Aslan's life principles. But if you can't even solve this, can I really help?" Aslan had some self-doubt.

“Of course you can. You may enjoy other things, but no one in the world is more qualified than you to solve this problem.” Duanmu Ci trusted him completely.

"That's good. Now, my friend, what is it?"

"I want you to find me a place to live."

"Housing? Duanmu, have you fallen so low that you have nowhere to live? Impossible! Even if the Morgan family mobilized all its resources, it would be impossible for you to go bankrupt to this extent... Did you donate all your assets to charity?" Aslan managed to come up with a reasonably plausible reason; these days, donating all your wealth is a popular trend.

"I mean, I'm looking for a place that doesn't require identification, where I can't reveal my identity for some specific reason."

“No problem.” Aslan didn’t ask why. “Where are you?”

"Tokyo."

“Great, I clearly remember that there is a Hilton family hotel in Tokyo, and I even know the hotel manager. Go find it, and then have the hotel manager call me. Leave everything to me.”

"Thanks." Duanmu Ci hung up the phone and turned to Wei Yue, saying, "It's all taken care of."

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Hilton Hotels, as a global high-end hotel chain, has locations in every major city in the world. Tokyo, as the capital of Japan, is naturally no exception, being a highly developed and densely populated city.

The Hilton Tokyo is located in the city center, right next to the Shinjuku LAD Tower and the Shinjuku Mitsui Building, even just steps away. Given the distance, walking wasn't an option, so they hailed a taxi at the airport entrance.

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