"Here, keep these. I took your watch and gave you two jade balls, so you're still making a profit, haha. Come on, let's have lunch together, it's on me." Li Jia put the jade balls on the sofa, then went out and waited at the door. A moment later, Old Bolun, dressed in a floral shirt, wearing flip-flops, and with a strange yet distinctive style, got into the Lincoln that was already waiting, still holding the two jade balls that Li Jia had given him.
The colorful jade balls that Li Jia gave to Old Bolun today later became the items Old Bolun used to transmit messages when he was in danger of dying. It was precisely because of these colorful jade balls that Li Jia had to return to the world and stir up a bloody storm in the Amazon rainforest.
"Shall we go for Western food?" Li Jia smiled and asked the slightly unsteady old man, Bolun, with a casual smile.
"NO! NO! NO! I want to try Chinese food! I can eat Western food anytime." Old Bolun shook his head repeatedly, saying "NO" three times in one breath, and then instructed the driver, "Deyuelou!" His stiff Chinese pronunciation startled the driver.
"Deyuelou is the best traditional Chinese restaurant in City B. Go straight into the city center, go to three intersections, then turn right and drive 400 meters. That's it." Li Jia explained to the driver with a smile. The driver nodded his thanks to Li Jia and started the car.
“De… Yue… Lou, the Chinese pronunciation is so difficult, G. As for your matter, there’s basically no news over there now, which is why I came to China to see you. I hope this meeting isn’t the last time we meet.” Old Boren’s words were filled with deep sadness, it was unclear whether it was truly because of his friendship with Li Jia or for some other reason that he spoke in this tone.
"Hehe, the number of times doesn't matter. What matters is that G no longer exists. Here, you can call me Li Jia. I'm just an ordinary teacher, nothing more." Li Jia looked at Old Bolun's dark face and said calmly.
Old Bolun understood the meaning behind Li Jia's words perfectly. He nodded at Li Jia and said, "Alright, Li Jia, let's just consider us ordinary friends. How about you treat me to an authentic Chinese meal?"
"It would be my honor," Li Jia replied. He believed that Old Bolon would not dare to challenge his decision. Although Old Bolon could practically rule the world in Spain, he held Li Jia in absolute awe. A favor from Li Jia was more precious than anything else.
At Deyuelou, Old Bolun remained silent about Li Jia, praising the sumptuous dishes on the table and having a brilliant idea: to establish a branch of the Green Shirt Hotel in China, with the location chosen in City B.
Li Jia did not object to Old Bolun's decision. After all, Old Bolun was still an absolute tycoon in the hotel industry on the surface. The Green Shirt Hotels, which were almost all over the world, were his businesses. However, Green Shirt Hotels had not yet been involved in China for some reason. Today, when he met Li Jia, a plan that he felt was pretty good gradually took shape in his mind.
“Li! I’ve decided to open my first Green Shirt Hotel in China here, so I’d like to ask for your help as a friend, is that alright? It’s not about anything else, it’s purely for the hotel.” After Old Bolun finished speaking, his eyes were filled with a hint of expectation as he looked at Li Jia. After all, no matter what, the name G was still a legend in another world.
"Hehe, do as you please, I have no objection." Li Jia was well aware of Old Bolun's intentions, but the hotel matter had little to do with her. World-class hotel chains would naturally seize every opportunity to expand their chain, and she had no reason to stop such business behavior. Besides, she had a pretty good impression of the Green Shirt Hotel under Old Bolun's name.
"Then I'll send someone over to investigate in a while. Li! Can you act as our guide?"
“No problem, and it’s free.” Li Jia smiled slightly, raising her glass of Erguotou…
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