Good place.
At first, Zhao Chongbin thought that what Song Ye was talking about was a good meal at a street bar or food stall, so he quickly called his brothers to check out and put on his newly bought suit and leather shoes.
But when she actually saw the wonderful place she mentioned before her, she was stunned.
Yujing Hotel, the first five-star luxury hotel in Beijing, specializes in entertaining foreign friends and top wealthy people. It stands in the center of Beijing with a total of 34 floors. It overlooks the panoramic view of Beijing and has its own open-air garden banquet venue.
Zhao Chongbin and a group of brothers stood at the door of the hotel, reading every word on the introductory tablet at the door. They felt a little light when they stepped on the marble at the door. Looking up, I saw that the spacious door was entirely made of quartz stone. There was a red carpet in front of the golden revolving door, and expensive luxury cars were shuttled back and forth.
"Ahem, brother, you brought us here to live here, right?" Zhao Chongbin felt that his throat was a little dry. It took him a long time to find his voice and asked a ridiculous and weird idea.
The next second, Song Ye gave him an even more ridiculous answer to this idea, "Well, you will all live here for the next three days."
For an instant, Zhao Chongbin was stunned, and the brothers behind him were also scared. I don't know who couldn't hold it back, and muttered what he thought, "I think the waiters at the door are dressed better than us."
Zhao Chongbin smiled awkwardly, but it was uglier than crying. Being a sloppy tramp on the train, he was not afraid at all, but looking at the hotel in front of him that seemed to be paved with gold, he actually felt a little timid in his heart.
How could Song Ye not see all these emotions? She walked up to Zhao Chongbin, raised her hand and patted his back, "Keep your head high, I've had enough of pretending to be a tramp, this time I'll try a new role."
"New role?" Zhao Chongbin thought he had a bright mind, but he really couldn't react at this time.
"Be a rich man." Song Ye said these words calmly, and then handed over a plastic bag, "Each person has one, put it on and leave."
Zhao Chongbin had just recovered from the shock wave of the rich man. He lowered his head and opened the bag and took a look. He was speechless and smoked immediately.
Because the bag was full of gold necklaces, "This is..."
"Decoration." Song Ye said leisurely.
Zhao Chongbin was speechless again, but when he picked up the necklaces, he suddenly paused.
No, this weight is wrong.
After three years of hanging out on trains and three years of stealing, his concept of gold and silver has reached the point where he can tell whether it is true or false just by the feel and weight.
The weight and feel of this bag of gold made it obvious that it was genuine.
The real thing... holy shit, how much is that worth!
Zhao Chongbin once again refreshed his concept of Song Ye's wealth. He casually bought a gold necklace as thick as his thumb. This was definitely not an ordinary rich man.
After distributing the necklaces and instructing everyone not to lose them, Zhao Chongbin took a deep breath and looked at Song Ye again, "We are ready. What do we need to do this time?"
He knew very well that when Song Ye took them off the train and put gold necklaces on them, it was definitely not just for fun.
"You have only one mission." Song Ye likes people like Zhao Chongbin who are clear-cut and don't use too much nonsense. "Let everyone know that you are rich people."
How to transform from a homeless man on the train to a rich man requires not strength but acting skills.
The most important thing for Zhao Chongbin and his team is acting skills.
Song Ye separated from the others, entered the hotel, and checked in for meals at the front desk, while listening to Zhao Chongbin's wealthy and wealthy man yelling at the lady at the front desk.
"Hey, is this the quality of your waiters here? I told you, I want to eat and sleep here, why is no one coming out to serve me?" Zhao Chongbin had a pretty face and a fierce look. He didn't look like a bully, but he was a bit like a bully. A scoundrel look.
The girl at the front desk was also someone who had read many people. Instead of being seduced by that face, she looked with contempt in her eyes and said coldly: "Sir, please line up according to the rules. The meal fee per person is fifty yuan, and the minimum price for accommodation is One room is 888 yuan per night.”
"Tch, who asked you about the cheapest one? Of course I want to live in the most expensive one." Zhao Chongbin said extremely arrogantly, looking completely different from the coward standing at the gate just now.
The girl at the front desk raised her head and stared at him, "The presidential suite is 8,888 yuan per night, and a deposit of 1,000 yuan is required."
"This... is a bit too cheap." Zhao Chongbin's tone was filled with disgust and hesitation. While lowering his head and thinking, he looked at Song Ye with the corner of his eyes, which was clearly meant to curse. Damn it, is this room made of gold? It looks like this.
Song Ye smiled silently and made an eight with his fingertips.
Zhao Chongbin's little heart suddenly thumped, and he almost didn't lift it up in one breath. He took a deep breath for a while before he recovered, "Hey, okay, okay, let's make do. Let's open eight rooms first." As he said, he put in his pocket As soon as he took it out, a wad of cash was thrown out. At the same time, the gold necklace hanging on his hand also came out and hit the marble of the front desk with a crisp sound.
The girl at the front desk was first shocked by the wad of money and the eight presidential suites. Then she went to help pick up the necklace. As soon as she picked it up, her expression changed again.
She originally thought that these unqualified people in tattered suits were hooligans who were just here to cause trouble, so she dismissed them. However, she never thought that this person was worth eight thousand yuan and his gold necklace was real. The real thing.
Rich people, really rich people.
The girl understood immediately. When she raised her head again, the smile on her face was so flattering that she said, "Sir, this is your thing. Please put it away. I will open a room for you immediately. Please wait a moment." His attitude has completely changed from just now.
"Okay, okay, hurry up and find a place for us to eat, we are starving to death." Zhao Chongbin took back the necklace, acting like an uncle.
The girl at the front desk quickly came out to guide the way, and even asked the manager to receive him personally. When passing by Song Ye, Zhao Chongbin made a V sign to her behind her back, showing off.
Oh, this kid...
Song Ye smiled without raising his lips, and then went to the restaurant, found a seat next to Zhao Chongbin, and sat down back to back. As soon as the two met, Song Ye whispered, "Pay attention to the waiter's behavior."
A large table of delicacies from the mountains and seas was served over there, and Song Ye also ordered a piece of pasta and started eating.
After the meal, Zhao Chongbin took people to the top-floor presidential suite to rest. Twenty minutes later, Song Ye knocked on the door.
As soon as he entered the house, he saw Zhao Chongbin turning on the TV, turning on all the lights, and taking out everything from the refrigerator.