It was late at night when Zhang Guan arrived in Mumbai.
After all, Mumbai is also the largest city in India. It is not easy to find someone in a city.
However, Zhang Guan was not completely without goals. After he got into the taxi, he began to ask the driver about the best hotels in Mumbai.
"Are you asking about the best hotel in Mumbai? It's really hard to answer this. There are many hotels in Mumbai that are very good." The taxi driver replied.
"What about the more distinctive ones?" Zhang Guan asked next.
"If we talk about the most distinctive one, it is the Taj Mahal Hotel. This hotel has a history of more than 100 years, and has hosted many dignitaries, including the President of the United States, European nobles, and many others. Well-known entrepreneurs will stay at the Taj Mahal Hotel when they visit Mumbai. Generally speaking, it is the most popular hotel for foreigners," the taxi driver said.
"Taj Mahal Hotel, this name sounds familiar." Zhang Guan said.
"Yes, many foreigners think that this hotel is related to the Taj Mahal, but in fact there is no connection between the two. Taj Mahal comes from Arabic, which means the place where the crown is placed." Taxi The driver said very talkatively.
"I see." Zhang Guan nodded, but he felt that the name of this hotel was very familiar. It was definitely not because of the Taj Mahal, but because he had actually heard of the name of this hotel before.
"Where did you hear it? I can't remember it at all." Zhang Guan shook his head.
"Sir, are you going there?" the taxi driver asked.
"Yes, let's go there!" Zhang Guan said.
"It has historical heritage, is famous, and is a popular place for foreigners. I think Martha will probably live there." Zhang Guan thought silently.
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"Hello, please help me check which room Ms. Sharapova lives in." Zhang Guan handed over the tip directly as he spoke.
Zhang Guan actually doesn't know whether Sharapova lives in this hotel, but if he asks Sharapova if she lives here, the other party may not tell him at all, but directly ask which room she lives in, more like Being a real visitor, you still have the opportunity to ask and take over.
But the management of the Taj Mahal Hotel is obviously much stricter. At least the front desk staff was not tempted by the $200.
"I'm sorry, sir, we can't disclose guests' privacy." The front desk staff said. If it weren't for the fact that Zhang Guan was a foreigner, perhaps the front desk officer would have asked someone to blow Zhang Guan away.
"What happened?" The manager walked over and asked.
"This gentleman wants to ask me for customer information." The front desk said.
"I'm very sorry, sir, we can't reveal the privacy of our guests." The manager made a gesture of invitation and signaled Zhang Guan to leave.
"The girlfriend I'm looking for." Zhang Guan took off his sunglasses as he spoke, revealing his face.
"Oh, my God! You are Zhang Guan!" the manager whispered. As a lobby manager of a top hotel in India, of course he has to know celebrities all over the world. Zhang Guan's face is even more familiar to him.
"Are you looking for your girlfriend? Do you mean Ms. Sharapova?" the lobby manager asked.
"Yes. But she didn't know I was coming. I wanted to give her a surprise." Zhang Guan said.
"I understand, I understand!" The lobby manager hesitated, and finally said in a low voice: "But we still can't tell you which room she lives in. I'm very sorry."
After the lobby manager finished speaking, he winked at Zhang Guan, and then said loudly to the front desk staff: "Has the air conditioning maintenance in room 422 been completed? The lady who just stayed in room 422 is a tennis Grand Slam champion. He is our distinguished guest."
"Thank you!" Zhang Guan said.
Things like air conditioning maintenance have nothing to do with the hotel's front desk. Obviously, the manager's words were deliberately meant for Zhang Guan. The lady of the tennis Grand Slam, of course, was referring to Sharapova. According to the regulations, the manager cannot reveal the privacy of the guests, but if the guests overhear it, then the manager will have nothing to do with it.
So Zhang Guan took the elevator and ran directly to room 422.
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The doorbell woke up Sharapova. She walked to the door and saw the familiar face through the peephole.
"Here he comes!" Sharapova hesitated for half a minute and finally opened the door.
"How did you find it?" Sharapova asked.
"Luckily, this is the first hotel I found after I came to Mumbai." Zhang Guan walked into the room. He didn't hold himself back, but asked directly: "Why did you reject me?"
"It's not your problem, it's my problem. I don't want to get married yet." Sharapova closed the door and motioned for Zhang Guan to sit down.
Zhang Guan was silent for more than ten seconds, and then he said: "I'm sorry, maybe I got it wrong. I feel that I love you, and I should give you a promise, a family, to give you happiness. promise."
"I said, it's not your problem." Sharapova sat opposite Zhang Guan, and she continued: "I know you love me, but have you considered my thoughts?"
"I do. It was because of your thoughts that I..."
"No, you didn't!" Sharapova interrupted Zhang Guan, and he continued: "In the Olympics, you won 10 gold medals, you broke the world record in seven events, and you won the gold medal in tennis. Guan, you also defeated the American Dream Team, yes, you are the greatest athlete in the world, you realized your dream, and what about me?"
Sharapova took a deep breath and then said: "I also have my own dream. I want to win the Grand Slam, and I also want to win the Golden Slam! I am not you. You only need one year to achieve it." I won a Grand Slam, and I practiced for more than ten years before I finally won a Wimbledon championship. Yes, I do have three Grand Slams now, but I feel that I The Grand Slam is getting farther and farther away, and my injuries have almost made it impossible for me to continue!”
"I am still short of the last French Open championship, and I want to win her! So I don't want the result, I don't want to be bound by my family, and I want to continue to pursue my dream!"
Sharapova finished speaking in one breath, his chest heaved and his eyes were even more sparkling.
"Family is not a constraint. I don't think it is a conflict!" Zhang Guan said subconsciously. At this time, he was more like looking for a reason to prove that he was right.
"No conflict? How can there be no conflict? Family, living together is a family! If we only meet a few times a year, it is more like a title of 'husband' or 'wife'! That is not a real family. If we really form a family, both of us have to give up something." Sharapova took a deep breath and then said: "I know you are a genius, an unfamiliar sports field, you may only need a few days to You can become familiar with it, and it may only take you a month to become a world champion. You can not train for a year, and then still break the world record on the field, but not everyone can do this, or in this world except you, No one can do this, you understand?”
Zhang Guan's body trembled violently, and he understood what Sharapova wanted to express.
She is an athlete. If she wants to stay in shape, she must devote herself to a lot of training and a lot of competitions. It is impossible for her to be like Zhang Guan, who can learn a few skills and become a sports master, or drink a few bottles of potions to improve her physical strength. She is in an infinite state and becomes a sports master after reading a few experience books. Her success is accumulated bit by bit, and these accumulations all take time.
So for Sharapova, a family is really like a constraint.
"I won't affect you." Zhang Guan then said: "In the worst case, I will give up the game. I can stay with you. I can always be by your side, train with you, and compete with you..."
"Can you?" Sharapova asked.
"I..." Zhang Guan hesitated. The word "can" came to his lips, but he couldn't say it out.
Because he can't!
Zhang Guan is really burdened with too much now. Let’s not talk about commercial value. He represents a banner of Chinese sports. Based on this, he cannot give up or shrink in any way. He must stand strong. Standing there, like a distant lighthouse, lighting up the surroundings and providing direction for countless athletes.
At this moment, a sense of powerlessness arose in Zhang Guan's heart. He had never felt like this before. It was the feeling of a loser. He smiled bitterly at himself, and his smile was full of the sadness of losing to himself.
"Boom!" A voice suddenly sounded from outside, and the chandelier on the ceiling shook.
"What happened? There was an earthquake?" Zhang Guan was slightly startled.
"Da da da da da da..." The sound of continuous firecrackers came, and Zhang Guan looked surprised.
"It's not a festival, who is setting off firecrackers in the middle of the night? No, this is India, how can we set off firecrackers." Zhang Guan stood up fiercely, wanting to go out to see what was going on.
However, his arm was pulled by Sharapova. Zhang Guan turned around and saw a look of horror on Sharapova's face.
"That's gunfire! Don't go out! It's a gunfight!" Sharapova said.
"Gunshot?" Zhang Guan also came to his senses. Of course, Zhang Guan, who grew up in China, would not immediately think that it was a gunshot. Any of us Chinese who heard a "pop" on the street would most likely think it was some unlucky guy who had a flat tire. . As for firearms, it is estimated that many people have never even seen a real gun.
But Sharapova experienced the chaos of the collapse of the Soviet Union and grew up in the United States, so she recognized the sound of gunshots immediately. Every American is taught as a child to lie down on the ground or find a place to hide as soon as he hears this sound.
"Gunshots? How could there be gunshots? So the bang just now was..."
"Boom!" The same sound sounded again.
"It's a bomb!" Sharapova said.
"Gunshots, bombs, Mumbai!" Zhang Guan was startled. He seemed to remember something, and then he whipped out his cell phone.
"Yes, call the police!" Sharapova said.
However, Zhang Guan did not call the police, but to see the date displayed on his mobile phone.
"Oops, it's over!" Zhang Guan suddenly realized that he seemed to have made a fatal mistake. He had forgotten something very important.
"No wonder the name of the Taj Mahal Hotel seemed familiar to me before. It turned out to be like this. If I had thought of it earlier, I would have just dragged Martha and ran away! I wonder if it is still too late to run away now? Maybe, it might really be possible today. You will die!" Zhang Guan's eyes were full of fear.
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