Trafford’s Trading Club

Jin Zhongyuan is not a guy who stays with customers all the time and benefits from constantly brushing up customers' favor - he knows very well that doing so will arouse customer resentment.

Therefore, after sending this customer into the hotel room, he left very wisely - he would only appear as soon as the customer needed it.

This is why Peter Chen is so willing to introduce customers to him - because Peter Chen can always gain the goodwill of VIPs because of Jin Zhongyuan.

"This is my phone number, Master Qiu! If you need anything, I will be there as soon as possible."

He didn't even wait for the response from Boss Luo and the maid in the room before he closed the door very politely and left.

Luo Qiu opened the curtains of the room and looked outside the hotel. From here, he could just see an artificial lake. He smiled and said: "It seems that this big hotel really has some history."

The maid was packing her luggage at this time, and she raised her head and asked, "Master, what do you want to have for lunch?"

Boss Luo said: "Well... why not go to the restaurant here to have a taste? I heard that many customers here come here for the restaurant's chef."

"OK."

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Alec Hotel, Presidential Suite.

"Sir, I am Gusv, the floor steward here. It is my pleasure to serve you."

Wearing a tuxedo, suit and leather shoes, with a tall and tall figure, the blond man who was nearly forty years old was respectful to Mr. Dillings who had moved in...even without a smile.

Dillings looked at the floor housekeeper strangely, frowned and asked, "I remember the floor housekeeper here seems to be Ms. Tiffany?"

The housekeeper on the floor in front of him was slightly surprised at this time, and then nodded and said: "Yes, sir. But Ms. Tiffany is on vacation these days, so I will temporarily take over her work. Sir, do you need to see her for anything? I can contact you on your behalf.”

Dillings asked curiously: "Are you from Tiffany?"

"I am her nephew." Gusv, the floor steward, smiled slightly.

"Oh..." Di Linsi thought thoughtfully, then shook her head, "No, since she is on vacation, there is no need to disturb... By the way, she has been on vacation for the past few days, has she gone home?"

"Aunt Tiffany is still living here in the hotel these days." Gusv said: "She is enjoying the employee discount... I'd better contact your husband."

"No, really no need, Mr. Gusv." Dilinsi shook his head rapidly, "Thank you very much for your kindness, but I prefer to have a good rest now. You see, I have been here since last night Transportation is on board.”

"I'm sorry." Gusv nodded, "Then, do I need to wake you up during the meal, Mr. Dillings?"

"No need." Di Linsi waved his hand and smiled: "Actually, I am quite familiar with this place... I have lived here for a while."

The housekeeper on the floor looked a little surprised, but didn't ask too much. He turned around and left gracefully - the door closed gently.

Di Linsi slowly breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to loosen the tie around his neck, and unbuttoned his collar. Then he moved his bloated body and lay down on the snow-white mattress, staring blankly. ceiling.

"It turns out that this is the presidential suite..." He murmured to himself, "It doesn't feel like anything special."

Apart from the price... one night's stay here is probably one or two months' salary for an ordinary working-class person.

He suddenly pushed up his body vigorously, and then struggled to pick up his suitcase - for a man of his size, every movement seemed to be so clumsy and laborious.

It takes all your strength.

He slowly opened this rather high-end-looking suitcase - it turned out that there was another suitcase inside, but it was old and yellowed, and the leather was even worn in many places.

Dilinsi slowly touched the old suitcase with his hands, and then opened it gently.

Contained inside is a violin.

Dilinsi put the violin on his neck and picked up the bow... The bow was placed on the strings, but it was not pulled yet - Dilinsi closed his eyes and remained in this position for a long time.

After a long time, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief before putting the violin and bow back into the old suitcase, and then put them into the new suitcase.

Mr. Dillings stood up with difficulty. He touched his big belly that blocked the view of his legs and felt hungry.

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Alec Hotel, Squash Room.

A woman who looked to be about fifty years old, but still in good shape, was playing the last game with her friends inside. Soon after, Gusv, the floor housekeeper, arrived... waiting for the lady in the squash room to finish playing. After the game, she was called out.

Seating in the outside seating area.

"Mr. Dillings?" The woman repeated the name in surprise, then thought about it carefully for a while, then shook her head and said, "I have no impression."

Gusv said strangely: "Aunt Tiffany, but I feel like this Mr. Dillings really knows you."

Madam... Aunt Tiffany thought for a moment, "Maybe you know me through introductions from other customers."

"Do you need me to arrange a meeting for you?"

Aunt Tiffany shook her head and said, looking at the nephew who was planning to take over her duties, "We as housekeepers will never take the initiative to meet guests only when they ask to meet."

Gusv nodded. Of course he knew this. He just suspected that Aunt Tiffany had some relationship with Mr. Dillings, so he was curious to test... It seemed that there was no direct relationship, so he stopped. He said nothing more, just found a reason, and left.

Watching her nephew leave, Aunt Tiffany seemed to fall into some kind of contemplation. She subconsciously looked at the large artificial lake outside the rest area.

Although I don't remember any customer whose name I have received is Dilinsi, I don't know why, but I feel vaguely familiar with this name.

"Hey, Tiffany, another round?"

The golfer sent an invitation at this time. Tiffany waved and walked into the squash room again... It felt good that she could still enjoy life like this at her age.

Every day is good and good.

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The menu is not allowed to be changed. The daily menu is decided by the chef of the restaurant. Several different combinations of menus will be provided, but after the menu is decided, all the food on the table must be eaten.

This is the rule of the restaurant in Alec Hotel - when entering the restaurant, Boss Luo and the maid lady were informed by the waiter.

It's usually like this...the weirder the rules and the weirder the temper, the more curiosity it arouses in others - the restaurant can be said to be overcrowded at this time.

There are some free tables in the corner, but the location is obviously not very good, so no one is interested.

"Hmm... It seems it's a little late." Luo Qiu said with regret, but still led the maid towards the unattended tables.

Right now.

"Both of you!"

Someone called out to the boss and the maid... Appearing in front of Boss Luo was Mr. Dillings who had met for the fourth time.

He was sitting in a very nice seat - an empty table, and he was the only one sitting there.

At this time, Dilinsi was struggling to stand up - he finally stood up with a friendly smile on his face, "You two, if you don't mind, why don't you enjoy today's lunch with me? Think of it as a gift in return for giving me the room...please don't refuse."

The maid lady glanced at her master and found that the master was also looking at her at this time, so she showed a beautiful smile.

Boss Luo then looked at Di Linsi and said with a smile: "Of course."

Pulling out the chair and sitting down, Dilinsi finally followed suit and sat down slowly. Then he called the waiter and brought some white wine before the meal.

"Cheers to our acquaintance." Di Linsi showed the same magnanimity and hospitality as when he was on the train.

It's just that he is not elegant, and seems to be so out of place with everything here - because his voice is so loud, others look at him curiously.

It seems to be a very impolite behavior to interrupt someone else's meal...but this Mr. Dillings's voice seems to be so loud.

In fact, he was just talking normally.

The waiter quickly began taking orders for the impromptu customers. While Boss Luo and the maid were still thinking about what to eat, Mr. Dillings had already decided, "A bean stew, truffle and red wine risotto, lime lamb fish with caper cream sauce, grilled quail with cream eggs." Rolls, braised lamb knuckles with red orange sauce, and…”

Although this was a customer who didn't seem to care about cholesterol at all, the waiter still hesitated slightly when faced with Dillins's choice of dishes, "Sir, are you sure...all of these?"

"I'm sure." Dilins said with a smile: "Of course I'm sure... Oh, by the way, there's one last thing, let your Chef Berg remember not to dip your fingers into the sauce when cooking. Tasty."

"...Yes, sir." After a moment of astonishment, the waiter hurriedly lowered his head and agreed.

Damn it...how did this guest know about Chef Berg's bad habits?

He couldn't help but look at the couple next to him who were still considering the menu, and was very worried that Mr. Dillings' words would affect their appetite at this time.

But in the end, he found that he was overly worried - the man and woman seemed to have not heard what Mr. Dillings said, and they naturally followed suit and ordered some dishes - naturally not as exaggerated as Mr. Dillings, but It's a normal person's weight.

After the waiter took the order and left, Boss Luo looked around, and suddenly looked at Mr. Dillings curiously and said: "Mr. Dillings seems to be familiar with everything here, even the weird-tempered chef." I also know my habits.”

Mr. Dillings just smiled casually, "Actually, I haven't been here for a long, long time... I remember that there was a stage set up here before."

He pointed forward and said, "This is the place. It used to be a small stage, and a piano was usually placed there. Later, the hotel's business got better and better, and there were more and more guests in the restaurant, so this stage was It was demolished to make more space and became the semi-open box it is today.”

"many years ago?"

"It's been twenty years, right?" Mr. Dillings thought for a moment, then shook his head, "I can't remember clearly, my memory is not very good."

Boss Luo smiled and said, "It's enough to remember that there used to be a stage there."

Di Linsi looked at the young man strangely, but for some reason he agreed with what he said. He smiled and said, "Yes, sometimes I am afraid that I will forget that the stage once existed." I have. Thinking about it now, I can still remember it. I am really lucky. So, sometimes don’t complain about the unfairness of the world to you, because you never know when it will give you what you don’t know. of care.”

"Maybe." Boss Luo nodded and raised his glass to Mr. Dillins.

Mr. Dillings is obviously a talkative person, but his conversation is obviously not comparable to that of a celebrity gentleman with rich knowledge-on the contrary, what he talks about are trivial everyday things.

It rained heavily somewhere in England.

In fact, the meat of lamb knees is more delicious than the meat of lamb ribs.

I heard that in Eastern China, people make pig elbows into delicacies, which is really incredible.

Are chicken feet really edible?

Unknowingly, several waiters pushed the dishes up - Mr. Dillings really ordered too much, so he needed to use a dining car and several waiters surrounded him to serve him.

Whenever a dish is opened in front of him, Mr. Dillings will look very satisfied and surprised - he seems to have unlimited expectations for it.

In other words, he has unimaginable expectations for everything - more accurately, he is full of enthusiasm all the time.

However, the restaurant chef who had broken his bad habits did not show up because of this - I heard that this chef never came out to meet customers... Obviously, he did not break this habit because of Mr. Dillings. rule.

"This bastard, the food he cooks is still so delicious."

Occasionally, Mr. Dillings would express such sentiments--of course, his voice was as loud as ever.

He may not really be suitable for the environment in this restaurant, but Boss Luo knows that Dillins at least really likes the dishes made by this chef.

“It tastes really good.”

This is the evaluation of the maid after a brief taste... It is already a very high evaluation, Luo Qiu thought to himself.

After the meal, Dilinsi planned to invite Boss Luo and the maid to visit the artificial lake outside, but they were rejected.

He could only leave alone after paying the bill with a little bit of disappointment.

At this time, there were still a lot of sounds in the restaurant. The guests were talking about something in their respective seats, either seriously or laughing, and they were having a good time, but there was one missing voice.

A voice that was actually just slightly louder than theirs, a free voice.

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