He looked at Jiang Li and Jing Yuan in particular, with a guilty look on his face: "Jiang Li, Jing Yuan, I'm so sorry."
There is an unwritten rule in the entertainment industry that top celebrities and stars must stay in the presidential suite to show their status.
The staff who booked the hotel this time didn't know the rules here and thought they could check into the presidential suite once they arrived.
Who knows, you need to book.
Now no one can live here.
The other staff members are fine. They have all been through hardships and don’t have so many demands.
But it’s hard to say about artists.
Jiang Li didn't care where he lived.
Jingyuan also showed great understanding and advised the director not to take it to heart.
The director was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that none of them were upset about the accommodation issue. When he turned around, he saw Mu Yiyi's female assistant coming over.
"Our artist said that it's OK if there's no presidential suite, and she can sympathize with the crew's difficulties. But she must stay in a suite, and she needs two connected rooms to avoid the noise from the next door, which would affect her rest at night..."
Mu Yiyi's requests were common in the circle, but in a foreign country with no rooms available, she insisted on having two connected suites, which was purely making things difficult for others.
Sure enough, the director showed an embarrassment: "Two suites? But there are no rooms now."
The suites at M Hotel do not need to be booked, but there are not so many rooms for them to choose from. He thought that the artists would stay in the suites, and the staff and he would stay in ordinary standard rooms. Who knew that Mu Yiyi would need two suites by herself, one for her to live in and the other for vacancy
The slightly plump female assistant frowned, a little unhappy: "We have already made concessions, you can't let our artists live in third-tier cities, right?"
"That's not what I meant, but it's really difficult now..."
Before he finished speaking, the female assistant interrupted him coldly: "Anyway, we have already compromised. If you can't even satisfy this, we don't want to cooperate anymore."
Jiang Li's brows were twisted into a "川" shape when he heard this, and he was extremely impatient.
He had heard that some female stars in the circle liked to act like mischief, but as a musician, he seldom came into contact with people in this circle.
He has never seen anyone who acts like a big shot.
This was the first time he had seen such an unreasonable and arrogant person. His patience was about to run out and he was about to speak up for the director.
A voice suddenly interrupted from behind them.
The girl's voice was slightly hoarse, quite lazy, yet with a kind of banditry and willfulness: "Presidential suite, right? I'll book it."
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
Jiang Li was surprised and happy, leaving everyone behind and ran over: "Nian Nian."
The slightly plump female assistant also saw the girl standing three steps away from them. She looked quite young, with her hat brim pulled down very low, so that only her snow-white chin and neck could be seen. She was dressed simply, in a white T-shirt and casual pants.
The girl has a carefree temperament, which is quite unique and unforgettable.
"Who is she?" The female assistant was a little unhappy and asked in a low voice: "Why are you eavesdropping on other people's conversations?"
Jing Yuan crossed his arms and looked at her as if she were a fool, but he said in a gentlemanly manner: "Didn't Young Master Jiang call her Nian Nian? She should be his sister."
Chasing light.
He had read the news about this person. His popularity had remained high before, but he had disappeared from the entertainment industry in the past year or so. He didn't expect that he was in Continent M.
The female assistant also remembered that Jiang Li’s sister was the musical genius who was very popular.
(End of this chapter)