The Road to Slaying God

The credit card belongs to a girl, and the ID card registration also belongs to a girl. It is easy to find the customer's information on the computer.

"Ah...the Wang family..." Manager Fang's face suddenly changed color, and almost instantly, beads of sweat as big as soybeans rolled down his forehead.

"Manager, what is the Wang family?" A front desk lady asked curiously when she saw Manager Fang's shocked face.

"Nothing...nothing..."

Manager Fang's eyes were dull. Under the astonished gazes of the two front desk ladies, he left a little lost... He could clearly see the situation in the lobby just now. The girl was obviously interested in the tall, thin young man with short hair. Have a good impression.

Of course, the young man doesn't matter, the key is the girl.

Wang Yan is a member of the Wang family. Manager Fang of the Wang family is not sure. They are just some legends heard through hearsay and cannot be relied upon. However, he knew that Wang Yan's Yan family had a strong influence in Hong Kong and even around the world, and the girl just now was the sole heir of the Yan family. Putting aside the dragon that had never seen its beginning but not its end, The mysterious Wang family and the Yan family alone are not something that the Peninsula Palace Hotel can handle... Just when Manager Fang was lost and thinking wildly, Zhang Yang and a group of people had already walked into the presidential suite under the leadership of hotel employees.

Push open the brown-red door covered with decorative nails that resemble the gates of the Forbidden City. The first thing that catches the eye is the stone carving with the pattern of two dragons celebrating birthdays. The southernmost end of the suite is a spacious dining room that can accommodate 18 people. The wooden beams and tiles used as roofs in residential houses are used here to create a unique suspended ceiling and create an unexpected effect... This is the top room in the Peninsula Hotel. It is not actually called the Presidential Suite, it is called the Peninsula Suite. This suite is designed based on the aristocratic courtyard of the old Yanjing family, and the traditional design is embellished with the most popular decorative elements nowadays.

The newly built Peninsula Suite has been expanded to 660 square meters (approximately 100 square feet) and was built by connecting the previous Presidential Suite and Palace Suite. The overall cost is RMB 10,200,000.

The Peninsula Suite integrates nobility, elegance, high technology and traditional cultural elements of Beijing, successfully creating its own unique decorative style. There are not only gray walls, wooden slat floors, ancient stone windows, and pine floors, but also a fascinating collection of antiques and carefully selected and designed fabrics, carpets, linens, sofas, and advanced multimedia equipment... Zhang Yang Liu Biao, Even though the three bumpkin Aze were mentally prepared, they were still shocked by the luxury of the presidential suite when they walked into it. Even Xuelian, who grew up in a wealthy family, was amazed. After all, she was still young. I have been studying all the time, and the discipline of Maimaiti is very strict, and I basically have no chance to come into contact with this kind of top-level consumption.

I have to say that this decoration presents a sense of splendor and at the same time a strong artistic atmosphere. Undoubtedly, this is a perfect combination of luxury and art!

Naturally, Zhang Yang didn't know that this suite could be called a real presidential suite. The presidential suites in many hotels are presidential suites in name only, but a real president has never stayed here. Former French President Chirac once stayed here. . At that time, room rates started at $4,500 per night, and a 15% surcharge was added. When staying in the Peninsula Suite, guests can also enjoy free airport transfers in Rolls-Royce cars... "Haha, I am the president, and I live in the presidential suite..." Liu Biao was stunned for a moment, and then immediately shouted crazily. A few hotel staff who followed him looked at him.

"Ahem...you guys go out first. If we need anything, we will call you." Zhang Yang blushed and quickly sent the group of people away.

Of course, Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief after everyone in the hotel left.

Everyone visited this huge room carefully, and they made sounds of admiration from time to time. It can be said that this time, it really opened their eyes.

This vision is actually a mentality, a realm, and it can also be regarded as a kind of Ah Q's spirit. In the future, they can pat their chests and say: Although the uncle has no money, he has lived in the presidential suite.

With this kind of mentality, you can still scare many people who have never seen the world.

In fact, this kind of realm is very important. Many people have no money but people dare not look down upon them. Many people have money but are despised and become nouveau riche. This is the magical effect of realm. When a person's mentality reaches a certain realm, even if Even if you are penniless, you can still reach the point of being unfazed by favors and humiliations.

If you don't have enough realm, no matter how much money you bring, entering those luxurious consumption places will produce an inferiority complex, and your words and deeds will reveal a sense of humility. Of course, there is another extreme, and that is the wealthy nouveau riche. In order to cover up their ignorance, they will put on a arrogant look, which only adds to the joke.

Liu Biao was very serious about visiting this time. He had already secretly planned to brag about his awesomeness when he returned to City C. Therefore, he had to carefully remember some details in the room now, so as not to miss it later. It would be a shame if those foxy friends couldn't explain why they came when asked.

Zhang Yang walked into the study first and was immediately impressed by the design of the study.

The first thing you see when you step into the study is three traditional Chinese red lanterns hanging from the roof. Four early painting banners vividly depict birds playing in the bamboo forest and chrysanthemums and plum blossoms vying for beauty. Folding wooden doors patterned with traditional Chinese calligraphy and traditional Go games create a good learning atmosphere.

Pure wooden furniture...tables, chairs and writing desks are all made of selected yellow birch wood and imitated the furniture styles of the Ming Dynasty. It can be seen that a lot of effort has been put into this bedroom.

There are enough rooms. In addition to the master bedroom, the Peninsula Suite also includes a guest room and two powder rooms with walk-in lockers. One of them can be connected to the adjacent luxury guest room, making the Peninsula Suite instantly accessible. Converted into a three-bedroom suite.

The master bedroom was given to Xue Lian, and ladies were given priority. They all took a hot bath again, and after enjoying the facilities of the presidential suite, the four of them gathered in the lobby again.

"Zangyang!" Liu Biao, who is famous for being lazy, actually got up and made a cup for everyone, then took a swig of it and shouted.

"Um?"

"I want to get rich!" Liu Biao announced loudly.

"Puch..." The tea that several people drank in their mouths spurted out at the same time.

"Fuck me, after I, Uncle Biao, get rich, I want to build a more luxurious room than this one. Well, the bathroom should be like the one in Hong Kong... made of gold, no! I want to surpass him and build it with diamonds..." Liu Biao Looking at the roof, clenching his fists with a determined expression on his face.

"Well... you've already made a fortune..." Zhang Yang said, lifting the huge gold chain around his neck.

"this……"

Liu Biao suddenly stopped talking. He touched the gold necklace in a daze and didn't know what to think. Everyone was too lazy to pay attention to him. Aze ran to some fitness equipment and squandered his energy desperately.

Xuelian was also sitting on the sofa in a daze, peeking at Zhang Yang from time to time.

Zhang Yang glanced at Liu Biao who was in a daze, felt Xuelian's gaze, and thought of the lipstick mark on his forehead, he couldn't help but blush, and quickly stood up to avoid Xuelian's gaze... Suddenly, the entire suite became silent, as if Something is missing.

Zhang Yang looked at some of the handicrafts on display and couldn't help but wonder what was missing. He always felt that that was not the case.

Finally, Zhang Yang figured it out. This suite was more than 600 square meters tall. With just a few of them, it seemed to be missing something. No matter how clever and luxurious the design was, it still needed popularity. You know, most of the people who stayed here were political dignitaries. People, or big plutocrats, who are crowding around, will naturally not lack popularity, and there are only four of them, and no one from the hotel is allowed in, they must feel deserted and empty... Suddenly, Zhang Yang remembered The general, who was shouting in front of him and surrounded by others, thought of Brother Dao who responded to every call. Inexplicably, a desire for power arose. Although this kind of desire had happened before, it had never been so fierce as now.

In fact, this is an instinct. There is a vague atmosphere in this luxurious and exquisite room. This is an atmosphere of high authority. This is the momentum accumulated with money. Just like the Forbidden City, ordinary people will first enter. You will be shocked by the majestic building and have a feeling of reverence.

Just think about it, even a rough guy like Liu Biao would first think of getting rich when he moved into this presidential suite, which symbolizes identity and status, let alone Zhang Yang who has the memory and thinking of dozens of elites.

Zhang Yang controlled this inexplicable desire, which was devouring his soul like a devil. What frightened Zhang Yang was that he actually felt a strong sense of possessing this room.

Why?

Why?

Zhang Yang just felt his body surging, but he didn't expect that the decoration of the suite aroused the ambition lurking in his heart... Zhang Yang's eyes actually shot out gold. Zhang Yang himself was still unaware, still running his true energy to control Boiling blood, slowly pacing in this huge room.

(To be continued)