Who knew that a fat middle-aged man would come out of the hotel and walk over quickly, followed by several hotel waiters. The group of people rushed in front of her without giving her a chance to approach, and didn't even notice her.
The middle-aged man opened the car door himself, then cautiously took two steps back and greeted the person inside: "Mr. Xue, what brings you here?"
A silver-haired old man got out of the car. Among the tall Westerners, he was not tall. He was wearing a half-worn modified Zhongshan suit, and his hair was combed meticulously. He looked really inconspicuous.
But the aura is not small.
"I'm here for a meal." After getting off the car, Mr. Xue straightened the wrinkles on his clothes and spoke gently and casually, looking unassuming.
The hotel manager did not dare to be negligent and quickly asked: "Have you booked a table? For a friend or a private meal? I will arrange it for you."
Mr. Xue usually doesn't participate in social events and seldom comes here.
He glanced at the embarrassed hotel manager, pursed his lips, and raised his hand casually: "No need to arrange it."
"I'm having dinner with a friend." He smiled again, put his hands behind his back, and his eyes were shining brightly: "My friend invited me here."
The hotel manager was greatly surprised, wondering who else could invite someone of his level to come here in person.
But he said tactfully: "Mr. Xue's friend is here?"
"She has reserved a seat on the top floor." Mr. Xue suggested a place.
The hotel manager was suddenly less surprised.
Their hotels are also divided into grades.
Ordinary people definitely cannot book a seat on the top floor. Since others are dining at this seat, it means the person treating them is also not ordinary.
The rule of survival for a small person like him is to talk less and do more, so he tactfully did not ask any more questions, but eagerly led the way for the old man: "Mr. Xue, this way please, I will take you upstairs."
Naturally, he has a special driver to park his car, and the hotel parking attendants are not qualified to touch the private car of a figure of Mr. Xue's level.
The group entered the hotel without noticing that there was someone watching them.
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There was still shock in Ji Ziyin's eyes. She frowned slightly and looked up towards the top floor of the hotel.
However, from her position she could only see the sky above her head, and had no idea who were on the top floor, or who had invited Mr. Xue to dinner tonight.
After Mr. Xue went upstairs, not long after, she saw a car with a license plate of a hidden family parked low-key at the entrance of the hotel.
The hotel manager didn't come out this time. I don't know if he hadn't sent Mr. Xue upstairs or what. Only the hotel parking attendant was outside helping to open the car door.
An old lady in her sixties, looking very energetic, got out of the car.
The old lady was also dressed simply and low-key, with her hair tied into a bun, a pair of pearl earrings on her ears, and a shawl draped over her shoulders. She looked very well-educated.
"I'll go up first, you go back."
"When I see the young master, I will mention the matter of going home to him. I just don't know if he will agree. Anyway, I will try my best to find an opportunity to mention it to him."
Ji Zinyin was far away, and the wind carried the other person's voice.
She couldn't hear clearly.
I could vaguely hear the other party talking to the driver and mentioning the words "young master" and "go home".
She realized belatedly that the other person was just a servant, and she was even more surprised.
However, the old woman did not spend long at the hotel entrance. She simply said a few words to the driver, then tidied her shawl and went into the hotel.
(End of this chapter)