"Tsk." Qiao Nian squinted his eyes lazily and said, "No need, I don't have any friends here."
Having said that, she hung up the phone.
…
front desk.
"How is it?" Fathead Fish saw the hotel receptionist put down the intercom, put his hands on the marble table, leaned forward and asked, "What did she say?"
The hotel receptionist looked a little embarrassed and didn't dare to face him: "Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry. She said she didn't know any friends here. You must have made a mistake."
"Please help me check her check-in." Fathead Fish was disappointed but didn't take it to heart. He immediately asked the front desk to check Qiao Nian's check-in information for him.
"This..." A look of embarrassment flashed across the face of the hotel receptionist.
In fact, according to regulations, she shouldn't even have made that call, not to mention that disclosing the guest's check-in information privately was a violation of regulations.
But she couldn't afford to offend the person in front of her.
The hotel receptionist hesitated for a moment: "Mr. Zhang, please wait a moment."
"Yeah." Fathead fish was extremely patient about this matter and didn't rush her at all.
The front desk clerk swiped the mouse to look for guests who had checked in before.
These days, floors 30 to 33 of their hotel have been booked, and it is difficult for ordinary guests to book their rooms, so there are not many people staying there.
She quickly found the information on the fifth row of the table: "Found it!"
"What's her name and where is she from?" Fathead Fish was more concerned than her and asked immediately, "And her contact information."
The hotel receptionist quickly looked embarrassed, raised her head, and looked at him helplessly: "Uh, there is no information about her on this."
“?” The fathead fish was stunned for a moment.
I didn't understand what the front desk meant for a moment: "Are you kidding? How come there is no check-in information...?" "There is really no check-in information for her here."
The hotel receptionist simply took a photo of him with her mobile phone and handed it to him: "Take a look."
Fathead Fish took the phone from her and looked at it with disbelief. Sure enough, he saw that the check-in information column was full of asterisks.
Name:*
age:*
The contact information column is also marked with an asterisk.
After reading carefully, he found that there was only one place filled with information in the entire line, that is, the identity column showed the First Research Institute of Independent Continent!
“…Independent Island?” Fathead Fish was startled, with a look of surprise on his face that he couldn’t hide in time. He obviously didn’t expect that Qiao Nian, who looked so young, would be related to a place like the Independent Island.
The Independent State is different from Country M.
That place is as famous as the illegal area, a well-known lawless zone with all kinds of people.
That girl was so young and yet she came from a place like the Independent Continent, and was backed by an institution like the First Research Institute.
He had to think carefully about it.
He returned the phone to the hotel front desk, his face solemn, "Alright, forget it if I can't find it. I'll find another way."
The hotel receptionist actually didn't know why he insisted on finding Qiao Nian's personal information. Upon hearing this, he put away his phone and didn't dare to say anything. He simply acted like a qualified wooden man.
After digesting Qiao Nian's information from the Independent Continent for a while, Fathead Fish became unhappy and said to the front desk, "Master Qi's birthday party is coming soon. You should be more careful these days and don't let unidentified people sneak in."
"OK."
"…and the elevators are blocked. Don't let anyone enter the 30th to 33rd floors for the next few days."
The hotel receptionist nodded repeatedly: "I understand, Mr. Zhang."
(End of this chapter)