Chapter 10: One Billion "All the good things in the world are kissing me."...

Yang Linglu made a hushing gesture with her finger to her mouth, interrupting Xin Jingli again.

Xin Jingli: ...

Isn't Song Fanghua known for her excellent service? She'd booked a penthouse suite, so why was she sent to a dark room right after arriving?

She sighed, accepted her fate, and waited patiently.

But... half an hour passed, and Yang Linglu's gaze on her did not relax at all.

So patient.

My butt is almost numb from sitting, aren’t your eyes busy?

"Your guest is too arrogant." Xin Jingli couldn't help but complain.

Yang Linglu immediately frowned like a fangirl whose idol had been criticized. She lowered her voice and corrected him, "Don't talk! And don't talk about that guest!"

Xin Jingli: ...

In the hotel lobby, Qian Du, the waiter, the bellboy, the parking attendant, and Xiang Dun from the front desk were all ready and on standby, not daring to move even when their feet were numb.

Xiang Dun was worried that if the distinguished guest didn't come for too long, the dinner prepared for him would not taste good.

He counted down, and if she didn't show up within five minutes, he would call in person to see if he needed to send a car to pick her up.

However, ten minutes later, Xiang Dun exhaled intermittently, and after five minutes of mental preparation, he finally plucked up the courage, walked to the front desk, and dialed the number.

When the beep sounded, everyone in the lobby held their breath, and the atmosphere was so tense that you could hear a pin drop.

At the same time, a cell phone rang in the cubicle.

“Ba-ba-ba ba-banana~”

“Ba-ba-ba ba-banana~”

The Minions sang in chorus, their voices clear and powerful, filling the entire hall.

Yang Linglu in the compartment was startled and immediately rushed towards Xin Jingli.

If a distinguished guest heard such a childish ringtone, Song Fanghua's high-end impression of upper-class life would plummet to the bottom. Wouldn't that be the end of it?

"I'm almost dead, I'm almost dead!"

Yang Linglu snatched the phone, hung up, and listened to the noise outside. There was no one outside, so she patted her chest.

Fortunately, I survived.

Um?

She blinked and looked at the number dialed.

Why does this number sound so familiar? It seems to be Song Fanghua's front desk number.

"What are you doing? What are you arguing about?!" Xiang Dun kicked the door open.

I was already annoyed when the distinguished guest hung up on me, and I was even more annoyed when I heard the noisy voices of the Minions. They were like a swarm of flies, chattering at the same time.

Xiang Dun glanced at Xin Jingli irritably. After all, she was an outsider and it was hard to offend her. So he glared at Yang Linglu, "Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on her? You can't even do such a thing? I was just calling a distinguished guest. What if he heard it?"

Calling the distinguished guest? The distinguished guest...

Yang Linglu looked at the snatched mobile phone page and swallowed her saliva towards Xin Jingli.

Is that impossible? Our distinguished guest... was locked in a cubicle? And she was monitoring him for half an hour?

Yang Linglu opened and closed her mouth, moving to Xiang Dun's side. "Manager... you just called... this... phone..."

Xiang Dun grabbed the phone and carefully compared it with the time he had just dialed.

It’s true, even the hang-up method is exactly the same.

His head buzzed and he looked at the dark room, at the cold iron chair, at the little girl who had been locked up by him for more than half an hour without a single complaint.

Perhaps because she had been locked up for too long, she was a little tired. Her already frizzy hair now had split ends that became very sharp, like a blade piercing his career. Xiang Dun was a little afraid to look directly at it.

His face was ashen as steel as he cleared his throat, then he asked cautiously with a smile, "Hello, are you Ms. Xin?"

His immense prayer was a beautiful misunderstanding.

Hearing the girl's calm words, "Yes, I booked your top-floor suite and agreed to come at six o'clock," Xiang Dun almost suffocated.

He had thought of ten thousand ways for this distinguished guest to appear, such as Bugatti, Rolls-Royce, Ferrari, and Maybach, but he never expected that she would actually... walk over here by herself?

Moreover, she looks so young, and her dress is... so low-key!

Is this trending among super-rich women these days? They dress like ordinary people, just like those high-end brands, selling a few plastic bags for tens of thousands of yuan. The more ordinary, the more expensive.

Then her outfit... must be really expensive! Because she doesn't look rich at all.

It seems that this distinguished guest was very careful to conceal his identity. At least in this respect, he made the right bet.

"I'm so sorry! We were blind. Please forgive me, Ms. Xin. I will take you back to your room to rest right now!" Xiang Dun looked apologetic, with a drop of cold sweat dripping from the corner of his temple.

He backed away and waved toward the lobby.

The standby personnel quickly entered combat status. Several men in black blocked the door, and a group of waiters went to press the elevator; the porter stood by, adjusting his white gloves and rubbing his hands ready to go; the front desk staff had a bright smile, but was on high alert.

Although everyone was on standby, they were also confused.

Especially the parking attendants.

Where is the car?

How could he get out to park with the door closed? Could it be the rooftop helipad? A helicopter? As expected, the wealthy always fly directly to their destinations.

I couldn't help but envy her.

After a while, Xiang Dun was seen coming out of the partition room, extending his hand to lead the way to the girl who had been locked up not long ago, with a smile on his face and bowing to her knees.

He kept explaining, "Ms. Xin, I'm sorry for what happened just now. These staff are here to protect your privacy and ensure that no outsiders are present when you check in."

Hearing Xiang Dun's words, everyone in the hall looked at each other in surprise.

It’s her!

When she came in just now, they didn't even look at her.

One of the parking attendants in particular clearly saw her... riding a shared bike...

Rich people are too low-key! Fortunately, I almost said something rude just now.

Now when I look at this girl's torn T-shirt, I always feel that it is a limited edition and it can't be bought without tens of thousands of dollars. Especially the pair of shoes, with dirty gray laces and yellowed uppers. The aging is so natural, as if it has been worn for several years. This kind of craftsmanship is probably difficult to achieve without hundreds of thousands of dollars.

He secretly admired her.

Poor Yang Linglu, she followed behind with despair in her eyes, wanting to cry but having no tears.

For half an hour, she didn't slack off for a moment, staring intently at this distinguished guest! Sometimes being too dedicated can be a mistake. How could she stare at a distinguished guest? How could she have mistaken a distinguished guest?

Is she not angry? Is she going to lose her job?

Yang Linglu's facial features were twisted into a knot, and she felt disheartened.

Xin Jingli stood in the hall, surrounded by tight security, comparable to a presidential election scene. She finally figured out that the distinguished guest they were waiting for was her?

I thought he was some mysterious movie star capitalist. If I happened to meet a man with a score of 8 or above, I could also win his favor.

He really ended up eating the melon himself.

But this hotel is really good. I was originally worried that the card information would be leaked and targeted by jealous people, which would put my life in danger. Now it seems that I was worrying too much.

"Thank you, it's fine." Xin Jingli nodded.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she didn't care.

No wonder she is rich, emotionally stable, not calculative, and magnanimous. I love her!

Xiang Dunlian continued: "Thank you Ms. Xin for your understanding!"

He took Xin Jingli into the elevator and into the top-floor suite. After helping her check in, he went out and called Master Qin.

He had already reported this matter when the Fujin Black Card appeared.

On the other side, Mr. Qin, whose hair had already turned gray, had never seen this card in his life. He wanted to take this opportunity to get to know the holder, but after listening to the manager's description, it seemed that the holder was indeed low-key and definitely did not like to be disturbed, so he gave up.

"As an apology, Ms. Xin's room will be free of charge this time. She will enjoy all the top services. You must treat her well. Most importantly, no one can disturb her, especially Qin Qing's cronies."

Master Qin gave special instructions, knowing that his grandson was relatively sensible, but the friends he made were different. They spent money like water, had few racing results, and were unruly all day long.

If they disturbed this guest out of curiosity, the information was leaked, and she was angered, according to her habit and ability of hiding for many years, the Qin family would probably disappear completely overnight.

"Yes." Xiang Dun replied sternly.

After hanging up the phone, he dialed another number, "Young Master Qin."

Xiang Dun repeated himself once more, reporting to Qin Qing the whole story of tonight, as well as Old Man Qin's instructions.

Five minutes later, Qin Qing rubbed his nose at the convoy base.

It turned out to be a young girl, who deliberately made her hair rough, her T-shirt old, and her canvas shoes dirty. She was so secretive that no hotel staff recognized her.

He couldn't help but feel a little envious. If he had this ability, he wouldn't be chased by some fanatical fans.

Sure enough, you can’t get this card without some skills.

Be careful not to anger her.

Qin Qing replied: "Don't worry, my friends don't dare to do anything reckless. I won't take them there during this period of time."

Here, Xin Jingli stood in the center of the suite, with a dark leather sofa, an exotic patterned carpet, and floor-to-ceiling windows covering an entire wall. The illuminated buildings were reflected on them, like stars in the summer night sky.

The ceiling is high, and the first floor is close to the entire hotel's floor area, so you can ride a bicycle inside.

But, eight hundred thousand for one night!

Accustomed to a monthly salary of 4,300 yuan, Xin Jingli felt his aching heart.

In the past, how many years would she have to work to scrape together 800,000 yuan?

But then I thought, no, I have to feel worthy of it.

Now her system is stuck, and there will be many days like this in the future. Besides, she bought a room for comfort. There is an entertainment hall and a restaurant here. There are bodyguards hired by the hotel at the door. The manager said that if she needs them, she can take them with her when she goes out.

It just happened to solve her problem of physical weakness, so she didn't have to worry about the same thing as last time, where she almost fainted on the street and no one cared about her.

Well, that was money well spent!

Xin Jingli relaxed his shoulders, sat on the sofa, stretched comfortably, picked up the decanted red wine on the coffee table, shook the wine glass, and began to enjoy it.

Xiang Dun happened to come in from outside, stood beside her, and nodded politely, "Ms. Xin, Mr. Qin knows about the misunderstanding just now and feels very sorry. As an apology, we will waive the full fee for this stay. Please feel free to stay here."

Xin Jingli paused.

Full fee waived?

Eight hundred thousand a night, she stayed there for at least a week, so more than five million, is that enough to save money?

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