Return to 88: Starting from Marrying My Sister-in-law

There are quite a few high-star luxury hotels in Beijing.

However, most of them still have an international nature, only receiving foreign guests and political and business people, and it is difficult for ordinary people to enter.

Unlike Shenzhen, where the rules are much more relaxed, people welcome you whether you spend US dollars or RMB, as long as you're happy with it.

However, this little trouble couldn't stop Mu Qizhong and Xiao Jun.

I just said that.

Ordinary people are not allowed to enter.

But these two aren't ordinary people; even if they're spending US dollars, they can afford it, so...

Lu Yang had Xiao Jiu drive him to the Kunlun Hotel.

The Kunlun Hotel is a typical hotel catering to foreign guests. Established in 1986 and rated as a five-star hotel in 88, its main clientele consists of foreign business people, diplomats from consulates, senior executives of state-owned enterprises, government delegations, businesspeople from Hong Kong, Macau, Taiwan, and overseas Chinese communities, etc.

The prices aren't cheap either. A standard room costs $80 to $150 a night, and a suite costs $200 to $400 a night. Converted to RMB, that's enough for an average working person to work for a whole year without eating or drinking, and their salary might just be enough to afford one night.

The problem is, even if you want to stay there, they won't let you because they accept US dollars, which is foreign currency.

They refused to accept your money.

Lu Yang had just taken one step out of the car when a doorman ran over from the hotel lobby to hold an umbrella over him to shield him from the sun.

Their service awareness is truly impeccable.

But perhaps puzzled by Lu Yang's youth, which didn't seem like that of a senior executive in a state-owned enterprise, and given his distinctly Chinese features, the doorman tentatively greeted Lu Yang in English.

It's highly likely they're guessing he's the son of a wealthy overseas Chinese businessman.

Lu Yang didn't understand English, so naturally he couldn't hear what the doorman was saying.

So he shook his head.

He even said with a hint of displeasure, "Young man, you must be Chinese too, right? Look at my face, do I look like a foreigner? Is it a rule here that you have to speak foreign languages ​​when you're talking to your own people?"

The young doorman was taken aback!
Suddenly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she pulled her umbrella away from Lu Yang's head and said angrily, "Who said we're one of your own? This is a hotel for foreigners. You're neither a senior executive of a state-owned enterprise nor an overseas Chinese businessman. Who allowed you to come here?"

Lu Yang was also taken aback.

For many years, since his rebirth, his business has become more and more successful, his wealth has grown day by day, and he is surrounded by good people. He hasn't heard anyone speak to him in a long time.

He froze in place.

The young doorman, however, was even more certain of his guess upon seeing Lu Yang's expression. He immediately shouted, "Step back and leave now, or I'll call security!"

Perhaps he was angry out of embarrassment.

Let him forget that even if Lu Yang is not a senior executive of a state-owned enterprise, nor a son of a wealthy family from Hong Kong, Macao, Taiwan, or overseas Chinese, in this day and age, someone who can afford a private car and has a full-time driver is certainly not an ordinary person.
Lu Yang hadn't said anything yet.

They didn't say a word.

Sensing something amiss outside the car, Xiao Jiu swiftly pushed open the driver's side door, strode over, grabbed the young doorman's wrist, and twisted it behind his back...

Shift your weight downwards.

"Ouch--"

The young doorman couldn't hold on any longer and immediately knelt down.

"What do you want to do? Let me go! Someone help... Murder... Mmm..."

Until his mouth is blocked.

Xiao Jiu swiftly and efficiently took off one of her socks and stuffed it into the man's mouth. Once she had him completely under her control, she turned around and asked anxiously, "Boss, are you alright?"

These are our bread and butter.

The turning point in his life was following this young tycoon, who was generous and easy-going, unlike some of his comrades who were also bodyguards for the wealthy, who said that some bosses were utterly unscrupulous, had done all sorts of bad things, and treated them, the bodyguards, like disposable resources.

The young tycoons in front of them are different. They treat them like brothers, pay them enough money to take care of their worries first, and then ask them to fulfill their responsibilities as bodyguards. Moreover, this job is very easy. They travel all over the country with their boss, eat and drink well, do nothing illegal, and see different scenery.

Tell me, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you miss this chance, where else can you find one?

The saying goes, "Give a man a papaya, and he will repay him with a precious jade."

No, that's too formal. It should be, "You dare to mess with my breadwinner? If he gets upset, I might go hungry. You've taken my livelihood, so you expect to get away with this?"

In order to impress Lu Yang and to make amends, Xiao Jiu went to extreme lengths this time.

The young doorman, whose wrists were pinned behind his back and who was kneeling on the ground, didn't dare to move an inch, even though he was almost fainting from the stench of the smelly socks in his mouth. He didn't dare to move because if he moved, the doorman might dislocate his hand behind his back.

pain!
It's not just any ordinary pain!
The pain was so intense that beads of sweat the size of beans had appeared on his forehead!

The person immediately looked like he was about to faint.

Her face was as white as a sheet of paper.

Lu Yang frowned, took two steps back in disgust, and asked Xiao Jiu, who had already subdued the man, "Isn't this guy a retired soldier?"

Even a lowly doorman at a state-owned enterprise or a five-star hotel catering to foreign guests should theoretically have a secure job.

Based on his experience, shouldn't veterans be the most suitable candidates for this kind of position?
It's not that I look down on veterans.

Xiao Jiu was fully aware of Lu Yang's thoughts.

So he said indignantly, "This guy couldn't possibly have been a soldier; he has absolutely no fighting skills!"

Lu Yang shook his head. "Forget it, let him go. You don't need to envy him. You're living a much better life than him now. Get him out of here and call their manager over."

Knowing he'd kicked a hornet's nest, the young doorman, despite having just suffered a great loss—almost breaking his hand, having his face sprayed with Xiao Jiu's spittle, and being humiliated by being forced to kneel on the ground for nearly a minute—so what?
He has no choice but to swallow this bitter pill, whether he likes it or not.

After getting up, he didn't dare utter a single word.

They slunk into the hotel lobby and went to fetch their manager, not even having the courage to complain to him.

Just moments ago, when he misunderstood Lu Yang as just an ordinary commoner, he was incredibly arrogant. Now, however humble he was, for the simple reason that, within the pyramid structure of this hotel, he, a mere doorman, was at the very bottom of the pyramid.

They're not even as good as the receptionists.

The manager was easy to talk to, and apologized as soon as he arrived, bowing to Lu Yang repeatedly. He probably had just observed the commotion in the lobby and saw that the doorman had been wronged, yet he remained calm and indifferent, hiding inside to analyze the guests' origins.

If you can just grasp this point, then you are a qualified lobby manager.

"Mr. Lu, I'm so sorry, Mr. Mou and Mr. Xiao are in the restaurant upstairs. Shall I take you there?"

Mu Qizhong and Xiao Jun are the two most valued guests at the Kunlun Hotel today.

Upon their arrival, they booked two luxurious, top-of-the-line state suites on the top floor.

In later times, it would be what is known as a presidential suite. It has all the privileges that a presidential suite doesn't have, and all the privileges that a presidential suite has.

The fee consists of three parts.

A professional culinary team can provide Chinese, Japanese, Western, and halal cuisine, charged in US dollars, at $800 per meal.

Simultaneous interpretation service: If needed, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs can designate interpreters to provide on-site business interpretation services at a rate of US$600 per hour.

VIP Security Package (including accommodation): Provides perimeter security to ensure guest safety, charged in US dollars, $1500 per day.

There's a reason it's expensive, but the price is indeed not cheap. As Lu Yang followed the manager into the lobby, he noticed the listed price of the VIP suite at the front desk, which was marked as US$2888 per day.

Even Lu Yang couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. These two bastards really knew how to enjoy themselves. Could it be that they were using the company's accounts?

Seeing Lu Yang glancing at the display screen for the VIP suite, the hotel manager had a sudden inspiration and said, "Mr. Lu, you're a discerning man. I can guarantee that our VIP suites are absolutely the best in Beijing. A few years ago, Middle Eastern princes and the US Secretary of State, among others, stayed here, and we were responsible for their reception. Mr. Xiao and Mr. Mou are lucky, since there just happened to be no foreign politicians visiting our country. Otherwise, we really wouldn't have two VIP suites available. So, while you think it's too expensive, it really is, but it's definitely worth the price."

Look, he's even installed it.

Seeing this, Lu Yang laughed and said, "Just based on the names you just mentioned, that Arab prince should have already inherited the throne, right? And that American guy, he's at least the Secretary of State... Businessmen like to associate themselves with officials, the so-called 'prosperous career, prosperous fortune,' so charging $2888 for a night's stay is reasonable. Actually, if you ask me, it's too cheap. It should be more expensive. Scarcity makes things valuable. Hmm, $28888 is a more reasonable figure."

Since he wasn't going to live there anyway and didn't want to be taken advantage of, Lu Yang didn't mind helping him out again.

The hotel manager was taken aback by what he heard, then awkwardly smiled and smiled back before moving on from the topic.

At the same time, he secretly felt it was a pity. He did not expect that this young President Lu would be so hard to fool, while President Mou and President Xiao, despite their advanced age, were easy to fool.

Forget it, I've already secured this month's bonus, so let's not cause any more trouble.

Thinking of this, the manager immediately put on a smiling face and led Lu Yang into a banquet hall on the third floor.

They've already started drinking inside.

Besides Xiao Jun and Mu Qizhong, there were also several senior executives from the child prodigy's company.

There were two tables set up in total.

Lu Yang glanced at the table without making a sound. Good heavens, the wine was Maotai, the dishes were all kinds of things that flew in the sky and swam in the water... there was everything. There were even a few dishes that Lu Yang recognized. If he wasn't mistaken, they were definitely protected animals from later generations. But in this day and age, until they were endangered, it was because some people loved to eat them, and rich people loved to eat them, that they were eaten less and less.

Seeing Lu Yang being led in by the hotel manager with Xiao Jiu behind him, the others immediately stopped eating.

They all stood up.

It was just like elementary school students playing around in a classroom when the teacher suddenly walked in and stood on the podium.

Not good enough.

Only Mu Qizhong and Xiao Jun were still clinking glasses, probably quite drunk, and didn't notice Lu Yang coming in.

Lu Yang pressed his hand down slightly, "You don't need to be so formal, please sit down and continue eating."

He just finished speaking.

Xiao Jun and Mou Qizhong, on the other hand, have become clear-headed.

They turned around and laughed, saying, "Brother, you're here! Perfect timing, let's have a drink together."

It's time for a drink.

But not before that.

Lu Yang glanced at the delicacies on the table and the entire open case of Maotai on the cabinet next to it. Some of the liquor had already been drunk, while others remained unopened. He said unhurriedly, "Oh, you're eating quite well. Where will I stay tonight?"

Lu Yang understood the principle that "if the water is too clear, there will be no fish."

However, since we've run into them, we still have to suppress them when necessary.

Xiao Jun's forehead immediately broke out in a fine sweat, and he sobered up halfway. Seeing that Lu Yang didn't seem angry, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said guiltily, "Staying in my master bedroom, staying in my master bedroom..."

He smiled bitterly to himself.

But there's nothing we can do; he's the prodigy CEO, after all.
Because they are not major shareholders.

There are many mothers and grandmothers overseeing things.

The guy opposite him was also one of those mothers-in-law, and the biggest mother-in-law at that. Even though the other person had another identity—his brother-in-law—he didn't dare to embarrass him at this moment.

Oh right, didn't this kid buy a house?

Why would someone leave their perfectly good courtyard house, which is no less spacious than a prince's mansion, to come here and try to take mine? What about my sister?
"Oh no..." (End of Chapter)