My lover is this organization

Qin Wuque waved his hand to stop Vodka's tour guide behavior, and said with a subtle expression on his chin.

"Come to think of it, why do I feel like you are so familiar with Singapore? Have you ever been to Singapore before?"

"Not really." Vodka shook his head blankly, then came to his senses and explained, "Well... isn't it normal to learn about a place before traveling? Besides, we are traveling by car, so it would be embarrassing to go out in the dark without knowing anything."

"It makes sense."

Qin Wuque hummed, thought about it, then waved his hand.

"Take off your sunglasses."

"Why did you take off your sunglasses..."

Vodka hesitated, a little reluctantly.

It's not that if he takes off his glasses, he will change from a 1.8-meter-tall macho man to a 1.8-meter-tall cute man, but...

"Ok."

Noticing that Qin Wuque's expression gradually became "pleasant", Vodka decisively changed his words and obediently took off his sunglasses.

——and revealed two big dark circles under his eyes due to excessive excitement and not being able to sleep all night.

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The next day without the post, I thought about it.

Chapter 370 Karate Championship?

As the most expensive hotel in the world, the Marina Bay Sands cost a total of 4 billion pounds to build. It has various high-end facilities including outdoor swimming pools, observation platforms, and luxurious casinos.

At the same time, it also has almost the most powerful hotel logistics services in the world. Basically, as long as the money is in place, there is no customer demand that cannot be met.

The airport bus arrived downstairs of the hotel. Qin Wuque and the others had just gotten off the bus when a waiter with black hair and brown eyes, wearing the hotel uniform, came up to them with a smile, holding a walkie-talkie in his hand that he had not had time to put back into his waist.

“Dear Ms. Sharon Wynyard, welcome to Marina Bay Sands.”

The waiter spoke standard American English.

There is nothing strange about this. Singapore is a multilingual country, and the widely used languages ​​include but are not limited to Chinese, English, and Hindi. If we break it down further, we can even divide it into Cantonese.

In the Sands Hotel alone, the majority of employees are from China, nearly 95 percent. So wherever you look in the hotel, you can find at least two or three people with black hair and brown eyes.

"Our manager has already prepared the reserved suite for you, Ms. Sharon Wynyard, and your team. You can move in at any time." The waiter said as he led the winery staff through the hotel lobby.

Completely different from any traditional star-rated hotel, the scale of the Sands Hotel is perhaps so large that it cannot be summarized by the word "hotel".

Looking up from the lobby on the ground floor, the first thing you see is not the rigid ceiling, but the upward circles of floors and the large areas of glass for lighting. The overall feeling of the building is quite bright, and it does not make people feel that this is a hotel building at all, but more like a commercial plaza.

There are always many tourists in the Sands Hotel, and people come and go. The normal number of hotel passenger elevators is simply not enough to maintain operation. Even if it is expanded dozens or hundreds of times, it is still not enough.

It was undoubtedly the hotel's negligence to make the VIPs wait for a long time at the elevator door, so the waiter directly took Qin Wuque and others to the door of an elevator reserved for VIPs.

He was about to swipe his work ID to summon the elevator door, but the VIP elevator door suddenly opened automatically to both sides, and a man wearing a work ID but wearing a black suit and a meticulously combed hair, who looked like a supervisor, walked out.

The waiter took one look and immediately stepped aside and introduced.

“This is our manager.”

"Hello, welcome to the Sands Hotel." The manager smiled and repeated what the waiter had said.

He nodded to the waiter, motioning him to continue with his job, then said, "Please follow me," turned around and walked back into the elevator, keeping pressing the door open button at the elevator door.

Vermouth was the first to board the elevator, and the silver-haired beauty quickened her pace, blocking Qin Wuque and following closely behind.

The manager's eyes swept across the faces of everyone who got on the elevator in a friendly and polite manner, and when his eyes fell on Qin Wuque's face, this top Sebastian, who had more than ten years of senior working experience and had obtained the "Golden Key Certification" issued by the Concierge agency at the age of 32, suddenly froze for a moment, and the fingers pressing on the elevator door opening button suddenly stiffened.

"you are……"

The manager's words stuck in his throat like a fishbone.

His reaction was so obvious that not only Qin Wuque but even a rough guy like Vodka noticed it.

That expression, that reaction, was exactly the same as Luciano's at the Sakura Hotel.

After all, for a manager who needs to manage such a large Sands Hotel, being able to recognize the identity of other important people anytime and anywhere is a compulsory course for him.

However, this time, he would rather not recognize it.

Logically speaking, such a misconduct should not happen to him. He has served celebrities, wealthy businessmen and politicians from all over the world, including some big names in the world's underworld.

But those are no longer important now. No matter whether those people have good or bad tempers, at least they can be said to have logic to follow.

But this guy from Los Santos doesn’t!

Everything depends on personal preference and mood. When you are in a good mood, everything is easy to say. When you are in a bad mood, you can just drive the fighter jet and fire crazily, cleaning the earth with absolute heavy firepower.

So the question is, how long will it take for the fighter jets to arrive in Singapore?

Or in other words, how long will it take to reach the Golden Sands Hotel?

Thinking of this, the manager couldn't help but become a little crazy.

If you were facing a nuclear bomb that could explode at any time and anywhere depending on your mood, everyone would react like this.

Seeing this, Qin Wuque sighed silently, reached out and patted the manager's shoulder.

"Hey, don't be nervous. I'm just here to travel, um... to accompany my girlfriends."

“This… is how it is.” The manager was so frightened that he came to his senses on the spot.

As the saying goes, everyone has a gossipy heart, but his gossipy heart had long been scared out of his mind at this time, and he didn't even notice the key "girlfriends" in the other party's words.

He took a deep breath, the shirt under his suit felt as heavy as if he had just been fished out of the water, and his face was extremely pale.

Qin Wuque shrugged and decided to change the subject.

"Is there anything fun in Singapore recently? Tell me about it."

This sentence actually sounded a bit like making small talk, but when the manager heard it, it was as if he had grasped the last straw. His brain was working frantically and he went through all the places worth visiting in Singapore in his mind almost in an instant.

If a tourist had asked him such a question under normal circumstances, he would have probably started a graceful conversation with the other party, but the problem was that he was in an extremely nervous state. After thinking for a long time and going through all the attractions in Singapore in his mind, he couldn't even name a place that was most worth visiting.

Cold sweat slowly flowed down the manager's forehead. He subconsciously raised his head and took a look. He happened to catch a glimpse of an advertisement about the "Karate Championship" playing on the small screen in the elevator. The advertisement page showed an old man wearing a karate uniform and a championship belt around his waist with a huge sapphire in the center of the belt.

"Oh, by the way...a karate championship is being held at the Singapore Indoor Stadium recently," the manager said intermittently.

"Oh, that's the karate competition I mentioned on the bus." Vodka also reacted at this time.

"Is it the one in this ad?"

Vermouth's eyes fell curiously on the huge sapphire on the championship belt, and her tone seemed a little fascinated.

"What a huge gem."

"really,"

Qin Wuque also nodded and then narrowed his eyes.

“But you have to be a champion to get it.”

"Yes."

By this time, the manager had regained his basic sanity thanks to his strong professionalism.

"Well, karate. The problem is that I don't know karate..."

Qin Wuque held his chin and muttered.

"However, it's not completely impossible."

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Writing without time is like performing a one-man show. I have to review before posting, and I can't even update on time. It's a double torture, and I lose my writing state...

Forget it, I'll go to bed early tonight and get up early tomorrow to prepare to write so that I can get the feeling.

Chapter 371 Three Women and One Man, Sky Villa

The VIP elevator went up, and with the manager chattering on as if he had taken over the job of Vodka's tour guide, they soon arrived at the hotel suite floor that Vermouth had booked online yesterday.

With a ding sound, the VIP elevator doors slowly opened to both sides, and a long corridor covered with soft red carpet appeared in front of everyone in the elevator.

The corridor was quiet, or to be more precise, the entire floor was quiet, as if there was no one there.

Because there really wasn't anyone there.

Indeed, if it is an ordinary star-rated hotel, an entire floor like this can accommodate at least a dozen or twenty guest rooms, and even as many as thirty or forty.

But this is the Sands Hotel, and it is a high-end suite booked by the famous star Sharon Wynyard. Of course, it is impossible for the bedroom, toilet, shower room, etc. to be squeezed into a small room of less than 50 square meters like the ordinary suites in other hotels.

At the moment, there are only three doors in this huge floor, and the three doors correspond to three rooms.

Each of the suites covers an astonishing area of ​​over 180 square meters, which can be said to be like moving an entire large apartment into the hotel. Residents can even have their own independent KTV room.

The manager walked out of the elevator first and took out a thin stack of room cards from his waist, which looked like about seven or eight cards.

"This is the high-end suite that our Sands Hotel has prepared for you. There are three suites in total..."

"Oh! Three rooms! They're directly covered!"

Vodka was very surprised. He picked up the suitcase at his feet and followed it out of the elevator. He looked so lightly as if he was holding a ball of cotton or air in his hands. He turned his head and looked left and right towards the corridor with an admiring tone.

"Mr. Uozuka Saburo, right? This is your room card." The manager smiled and nodded in affirmation, while pulling out one of the room cards from the stack in his hand and handing it over.

"Oh..." Vodka reached out to take it.

The manager continued to hand out room cards one by one.

"Ms. Kurosawa Jinzi, this is your room card."

"And this is Mr. Cohen..."

"Ms. Chianti's..."

Are these people heavy alcohol lovers? Why do they name themselves after alcohol?

The more the manager read it, the weirder it seemed to him, and he couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart.

In the elevator, Qin Wuque thought it was almost his turn, and was about to step out of the elevator when a slender hand grabbed him from behind.

He looked back and saw it was Vermouth.

Since getting on the elevator, Vermouth has been hiding in the innermost part of the elevator, leaning against the wall with her back, not saying a word.

In her plan, three suites were just right, each with three bedrooms, two living rooms and two bathrooms.

There is one room for gin and Chianti, one for Kirsten and Curacao, and finally one for the two big guys, vodka and cohn.

Just right.

But if you think about it carefully, you will find that she didn't include herself and Qin Wuque at all.

At the same time, the silver-haired beauty, who had already dragged her suitcase to the corridor to get the room card, suddenly realized this problem.

"Where are the two of them?"

Gin raised his eyes and swept them around, and then fell on Vermouth, who was leaning against the wall in the elevator with a meaningful look on her face, and Qin Wuque, who was being held by Vermouth.

"Hmm?" The manager was obviously stunned for a moment. He turned around and looked at the two people in the elevator, hesitating for a moment, "Regarding the residence of Miss Sharon Wynyard and Mr. Qin..."

"The room we live in is not here~" Belmode smiled brightly. She took Qin Wuque's arm and pointed to the top of the elevator. "The place we live in is higher up, in the sky~ villa~"

"Peninsula?"

The large poster of Up immediately appeared in Qin Wuque's mind.

He thought to himself, damn, this hotel actually provides such outrageous service?

"Although it's a villa, it only has one floor in total." Vermouth said, pointing her finger at her lips.

"As for the area... it should be larger than the three suites here combined. We can then sleep in the bedroom, in the hot spring pool, or even in the home theater while watching a movie... well, you should understand what you mean, right? Are you looking forward to it?"

As she spoke, she reached out and pinched Qin Wuque's cheek affectionately.

In the corridor, the silver-haired beauty's face became darker as each place came out of Vermouth's mouth, until it was as black as the bottom of a pot.