Trafford’s Trading Club

Kim Jong Won is not a guy who needs to be around customers all the time, constantly brushing customer goodwill and benefiting from it - he knows full well that it can be objectionable to customers.

So after sending the customer into the hotel room this time, he leaves very knowledgeably - he only shows up the first time the customer needs him.

That's why Pete Chen is so willing to introduce him to his customers - because Pete Chen always gets the kindness of the VIPs for Kim Chung Won.

“This is my call, Master Qiu! If you need anything, I'll be here first."

He closed the door very politely without even waiting for a response from the owner and maid in the room.

Lochu opened the curtains of the room and looked outside the hotel. From here, you could see an artificial lake. He smiled. “It looks like this big hotel really has some history. ”

The maid was packing her things, and she looked up and said, "Master, what would you like for lunch? ”

Boss Lo said, "Well... why don't you come to the restaurant and taste it? I hear a lot of the guests are coming for the chef. ”

“Sure. ”

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……

Alex Grand Hotel, Presidential Suite.

“Sir, I'm the floor butler here, Gusf, and I'm glad to be of service to you. ”

Wearing tuxedos, a suit and leather shoes, a blonde man of almost forty years of age, congratulations to Mr. Dillings on his stay… not even a scrupulous laugh.

Dillings looked at the floor housekeeper strangely and frowned, “I remember the floor housekeeper here, like Mrs. Tiffany? ”

The storekeeper in front of him was a little surprised at the moment and nodded: "Yes, sir. However, Ms. Tiffany has been on leave for a few days, so I will temporarily take her place. Sir, is there something I can contact for you? ”

Dillings wondered, "Are you Tiffany's? ”

“I'm her nephew.” Floor housekeeper Gusf smiled slightly.

“Oh...” Dillings shook his head after thinking, “No, there's no need to interrupt now that she's on vacation... By the way, she's on vacation these past few days, is she home? ”

“Aunt Tiffany is still staying at the hotel these past few days.” Gusf said: “She is enjoying the benefits of an employee… I'd better contact Mr. ”

“No, really, no, Mr. Gusf.” Dillings is shaking his head so fast, "I appreciate your kindness, but I prefer to rest now. Look, I've been on the vehicle since last night. ”

“Excuse me.” Gusf nodded, "Well, do I need to wake you up at dinner, Mr. Dillings? ”

“No,” Dillings waved, laughing. "Actually, I'm still familiar with this place… I've lived here for a while. ”

The housekeeper on the floor looked a little surprised, but didn't ask too much and turned away gracefully - the door closed gently.

Dillings softened his breath at this time, reaching out to loosen the tie strangled around his neck, untie the collar button, before moving his swollen body, laying on a snow-white mattress for a moment, staring at the ceiling.

“So this is the Presidential Suite…” He muttered to himself, "It feels like nothing special. ”

In addition to the price… I live here for one night, probably in the general working class, for a month or two.

He held up his body usefully for a moment and then took his suitcase hard - as if every move was such clumsiness and effort for him in this size.

You need to use all your strength.

He slowly opened this suitcase, which looked rather premium - there was another suitcase in it, but it was old, yellow, and leather in some places was even worn out.

Dillins' hands gently touched the old suitcase and opened it gently.

It's filled with a violin.

Dillins held the violin around his neck, picked up the bow... the bow was on the string, but it didn't pull - Dillins closed his eyes and held the position for a long time.

A long time later, he sighed softly before putting the violin and bow back into the old suitcase and into the new suitcase.

Mr. Dillings stood up diligently, touching his big tummy, which blocked his leg's gaze, feeling hungry.

……

Alex Grand Hotel, squash room.

A woman who looked like she was about fifty years old, but was still in good shape, playing in the last inning with friends, and shortly after, the floor butler Gusf arrived... waited for the lady in the squash room to finish the inning before calling her out.

On the seats in the outside seating area.

“Mr. Dillings?” The woman repeated the name surprisingly and then thought about it very carefully for a while before shaking her head: “I don't remember. ”

"Aunt Tiffany, but I feel like Mr. Dillings really knows you. ”

Madam… Aunt Tiffany thought again, "Perhaps through the introduction of another customer, you know me. ”

“Do you want me to arrange a meeting for you? ”

Aunt Tiffany shook her head and looked at this nephew who was going to take over her class and said: "We are housekeepers, and when only guests ask to see each other, we don't take the initiative to see them. ”

Gusf nodded, of course he knew that, only wondered what Aunt Tiffany had to do with that Mr. Dillings, so he was curious... it seemed that there was no direct connection, so he stopped saying anything, just found a reason and left.

As the nephew left, Aunt Tiffany seemed to be caught in some sort of meditation, and she subconsciously looked at a large artificial lake outside the sitting area.

Though none of the customers I've ever received were named Dillings, I don't know why, but I feel somewhat familiar with the name.

“Hey, Tiffany, another round? ”

The player sent out an invitation and Tiffany waved and walked into the squash room again... it felt good to be able to enjoy life like this at her age.

Every day is good, good.

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……

You can't change the menu, it's up to the chef of the restaurant to decide what's on the menu every day, and there are several different combinations of menus available, but once you decide on the menu, you have to eat all the food on the table.

That's the rule of this restaurant at the Alec Grand Hotel - when you enter the restaurant, the owner and the maid are told by the waiter.

This is usually the case… the weirder the rules, the weirder the temper, the more curious - the more overcrowded the restaurant is.

There are some extra tables in the corner, but obviously the location is not very good, so nobody cares.

“Well... it looks like it's going to be a little late.” Rocciu, unfortunately, said, but led the maid towards those unquestioned tables.

Right now.

“Guys! ”

Someone yelled at the boss and the maid... who appeared in front of Mr. Lo, certainly Mr. Dillings, who had met for the fourth time.

He was sitting in a very nice position —— an empty table, sitting alone.

At this point, Dillings is struggling to get himself up - he finally stood up, with a friendly smile on his face, "Gentlemen, if you don't mind, why don't you join me for lunch today as a gift to my room... please don't refuse. ”

The maid glanced at her owner and found that the owner had also looked at her at this time, and she gave a beautiful smile.

Boss Lo, that's what Dillings said with a smile: "Of course. ”

Pull the chair, sit down, and Dillings eventually slowly sits down, then calls the waiter and adds pre-meal white wine.

“To our acquaintance.” Dillings presents himself at this moment with the pride and hospitality he enjoyed on the train.

It's just that he's not graceful, and it doesn't seem like everything here —— because his voice is so loud that people look at him curiously.

Interrupting someone to eat seems to be a very rude act… but Mr. Dillings' voice sounds like this.

Actually, he's just talking normally.

The waiter soon began to order dishes for this temporary group of customers. While Boss Lo and the maid were still studying what to eat, Mr. Dillings thought, "A bean stew, truffle wine stew, lime goat fish with sour bean cream sauce, roasted quail with cream egg rolls, stewed sheep knee with red orange sauce, and..."

Despite the fact that this is a customer who doesn't seem to care about cholesterol at all, the waiter hesitated slightly in the face of Dillins' choice of dishes, "Sir, are you sure… all of this? ”

“Sure.” Dillings smiled with a smile: “Sure... oh yeah, and last but not least, to remind your Chef Burger not to taste the sauce on his fingers when cooking. ”

“… yes, sir.” After a moment of consternation, the waiter bowed his head and promised.

Damn... how does this Guest know about Chef Burger's bad habits?

He couldn't help but look at the pair of men and women next to him who were still thinking about the menu and worried that Mr. Dillings' speech would affect their appetite at the moment.

But in the end, he found himself worried —— men and women didn't seem to hear Mr. Dillings, and naturally ordered some dishes —— naturally not as exaggerated as Mr. Dillings, but as normal human weight.

When the waiter took the order and left, Mr. Lo looked around and suddenly looked at Mr. Dillings curiously: “Mr. Dillings seems to be familiar with everything here, even the grumpy chef's habit. ”

Mr. Dillings just laughed casually, "Actually, I haven't been here in a long time... I remember setting up a stage here before. ”

He pointed forward, "This is the place, it turns out to be a small stage, usually with a piano. Later, the business of the restaurant grew better and the number of guests in the restaurant increased, and the stage was dismantled, freeing up more space and making this semi-open compartment now. ”

“Many years ago? ”

“Twenty years, huh?” Mr. Dillings thought about it and then shook his head, "I can't remember, I don't remember very well. ”

Boss Lo laughed: “It's enough to remember that there was a stage there. ”

Dillings looked at the young man strangely, but somehow he really agreed with his words, and laughed: "Yes, sometimes I'm afraid that I'll forget that stage once existed. Think about it now, and always remember, how lucky you are. So sometimes don't complain about the world being unfair to you, because you never know when it's giving you care you don't know. ”

“Maybe.” Boss Lo nodded and raised his glass to this Mr. Dillings.

Mr. Dillings is obviously a talker, but his talk is clearly not comparable to that of a well-known gentleman - on the contrary, he talks about everyday trivialities.

There was a storm somewhere in England.

Actually, the flesh on the sheep's knees is better than the flesh on the sheep's ribs.

It's incredible to hear that in Huaxia in the East, people make pork elbows into food.

Can you really eat chicken claws?

Unconsciously, several waiters pushed the dishes up - Mr. Dillings had ordered too much, so he needed a dining car and several waiters to serve around him.

Whenever a dish opens its lid in front of him, Mr. Dillings shows considerable satisfaction and surprise - something he seems to have unlimited expectations of.

Or he had unimaginable expectations of everything - more fitting, he was passionate all the time.

However, the restaurant chef, who had been identified as a bad habit, did not show up - I heard that the chef would never come out to meet customers… apparently, he had not broken that rule because of Mr. Dillings either.

“This bastard, the dishes are still so delicious. ”

Occasionally, Mr. Dillings generalizes this feeling - of course, the voice is still as loud as ever.

He may not really be the right person for the dining room, but Boss Lorraine knows Dillings is at least really enjoying the chef's dishes.

“The taste is fine. ”

This is Miss Maid's review after a light taste… it is already very high, Roquette thought.

After dinner, Dillings intends to invite Boss Lo and the maid to an artificial lake amusement park outside, only to be rejected.

He had nothing but a little disappointment and, after checking out, left alone.

At this time, there are still many voices in the restaurant, and the Guests in their respective positions are talking about something, or serious, or laughing, and having a great conversation, just less than one voice.

One is actually just a little louder than their voice, free-flowing.