Six minutes later, Han Lie got out of the car and quickly walked into the Marriott lobby.
"Good day, sir. Welco to Baohua Marriott. Are you looking for accommodations?"
The lobby manager was a quite attractive young woman, but unfortunately, Han Lie was in no mood to pay her any attention.
"Yes. What’s the best room you have?"
The young woman’s eyes imdiately lit up.
Guests like Han Lie, who had an imposing aura and asked for the best room right off the bat, ca about once in every thousand guests she served.
"Sir, the top room type at our Baohua Marriott is the 209-square-ter presidential suite. If you book now, you can enjoy a 12 percent discount. Also, do you have a Marriott mbership?
"If not, I suggest you get one.
"If you truly decide to grace our Baohua Marriott’s presidential suite, I can upgrade your mbership card directly to Platinum Level.
"This is the highest authority I have.
"Although you might not care about those points and other exclusive benefits, it is the foundation for us to provide you with better service.
"Do you need to show you the room?"
The lobby manager didn’t bring up the price throughout the conversation, and Han Lie didn’t ask either. He simply waved his hand and said, "Then the presidential suite. Can I go upstairs to check in?"
"Certainly, VIP guest."
The young woman in uniform imdiately changed her mode of address and, with a beaming smile, led the way from the side.
"VIP guest, this way, please."
With Xi Luting’s beauty, to win her over, she certainly deserved a night in a presidential suite. Of course, the more critical reason was that I didn’t want to waste ti in the lobby. What if she arrived just when I was in the middle of the check-in? How awkward would that be? If she got upset or shy and chickened out, then the whole plan would be ruined.
Han Lie had heard from soone that only the presidential suite allowed for in-room check-in procedures. This could effectively prevent any mishaps, so he was really going all out.
This is the first ti in both my lives that I’ve booked a presidential suite, and under such circumstances... truly incredible. What’s even more damn incredible is... the money for the room was provided by Father-in-law Number Two. Hmm, was it Number Two or Number Three? Forget it, it’s all the sa. Anyway, thank you for your magnificent contribution in helping this son-in-law of yours conquer Small Cucumber...
Han Lie forcefully maintained a facade of calm. He could almost hear his acting experience points chiming in: 1, 1, 1. His mood, however, involuntarily grew sowhat restless.
Small Cucumber, oh, Small Cucumber, your master has spent a pretty penny on this for you. You won’t stand up later, will you? Of course not, you’re not that kind of despicable person!
When they exited the elevator, the suite butler was already waiting by the entrance: a mixed-race woman with very distinct features, who appeared to be middle-aged, followed by two team mbers.
In my past life, I heard soone boasting that the suite butlers at major five-star hotels are usually quite dignified and good-looking, but not *too* good-looking, and also not too young. It’s practically impossible for a suite butler to be an absolute knockout beauty or a stunningly handso man; that kind of overpowering attractiveness has more drawbacks than benefits. Guests can be male or female, young or old, conservative or trendy. If you don’t want to make a mistake, what’s the best approach? Adhere to the principle of the golden an: prioritize dignified presentation and win through temperant.
The mixed-race woman before Han Lie was exactly like that; she was dressed very elegantly and formally, attractive but not exceptionally so, and her smile was very warm and approachable.
"Hello, VIP guest. I am your personal suite butler, Nata. Welco to your stay in Baohua Marriott’s presidential suite," she said.
Han Lie nodded gravely, his aura reminiscent of Chen Daoming.
What are acting skills for? At crucial monts, you embody whoever you need to be!
Without ti to listen to her detailed introduction, much less carefully observe the suite, Han Lie quickly swiped his card.
He had a few thousand yuan in savings. Of the 500,000 yuan Ah Pan had given him, he had spent less than 140,000 yuan and deposited 300,000 yuan into his stock account. In total, he currently had nearly 70,000 yuan on him.
It was more than enough to afford a night’s stay.
As it turned out, the discount for the presidential suite was even greater than what the lobby manager had promised—a full 20 percent off.
It ca to roughly 38,000 yuan, much pricier than the Shangri-La.
Han Lie felt an inward pang at the expense.
Although I have experience spending money, the problem now is that I have too little cash on hand to squander recklessly. Well, spending it on Small Cucumber doesn’t count as squandering. That’s right!
The mont he swiped the card for the room fee and the 5,000 yuan deposit for incidental expenses, Han Lie’s motion paused, and a hint of ecstasy flashed in his eyes.
System Dad, I knew you couldn’t bear to see suffer in hardship and poverty!
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