Trafford’s Trading Club

“Mysterious master? ”

“Yes, it's been said that the real owner of this big hotel has never been made public, and legend has it that most of the old employees in the hotel haven't even seen the owner behind the scenes. ”

This is what Kim Jong-woon said about chatting with Mr. Lo and the maid, about this big hotel in Alex —— after turning down Mr. Dillings' invitation to swim with him.

In fact, even though Dillings' invitation was declined, the owner and the maid walked behind and scattered into the artificial lake park behind the Grand Hotel.

There is also a range where you can hunt - but for a fee, you'll need to be accompanied by someone.

They wandered off the hunting grounds.

“Mr. King knows a lot.” Boss Lo laughed... for a lot of time, the impression of a person started like this.

Of course, there is a first impression… and it is still the majority.

“Learn a little more.” Kim Chung Won smiled slightly and looked right at Boss Lo - the number of times his eyes would fall on the maid on the way is one of the rarest.

It's not that he's not amazed and moved by this beauty, he just knows very well that he can't be abrupt... who doesn't have some idea?

But to reckon, the real life is still waiting for him - the lady, though the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in her life, honestly, I'm afraid she hasn't been paid more than that.

Pete Chan was well paid, just a simple day of service almost equal to a full month's income.

“Since you don't know the owner of the hotel, how does this hotel operate on weekdays? ”

Perhaps it is the Golden Zhongyuan rule, and the maid is willing to say a few words to him occasionally... or ask some unharmed and elegant questions.

He dared to look at the beautiful lady - although there were no bad thoughts, it was always easy to appreciate such a beautiful person.

“I have been told that there is a lawyer who deals exclusively with matters and comes here regularly every month.” Jin Zhongyuan casually said: “But I don't know such a big man. But my relationship with some of the doormen here is very good. ”

Boss Lo smiled, “I think whoever you are, you can get along with them. ”

Jin Zhongyuan laughed: “That's too much of an overestimation of me. At least I never knew the chef in this big hotel. There was also the old lady Tiffany, but I heard that her ability as a floor butler was superb. Many hotels out there wanted to dig high salaries, but she stayed here. ”

The restaurant chef's craft, the owner and the maid have tried it - the chef who didn't show up got a good review from the maid.

“Is this Miss Tiffany good?” The maid asked casually.

"I've heard that even if Her Majesty came here on vacation, she would have appointed this Miss Tiffany to serve herself… So Master Qiu, it's a shame that you gave the presidential suite to Mr. Dillings. ”

Speaking of the powerful queen, Mr. Lo looked at the maid next to him and smiled.

The maid thought the master might have thought about the dictionary.

At this time, Jin Zhongyuan suddenly stopped and looked somewhere in the lakeside walking area beneath the small slope road. He was surprised: “Yay, what is the Chinese state saying? Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao came... Isn't that Mr. Dillings? ”

It's really him… that bloated body size has always impressed people.

He said he would take a walk here… so it wasn't much of a surprise.

“Now that we've met, go say hello.” Boss Lo smiled slightly.

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Mr. Dillings was fishing at the time.

He almost crushed the beach chair underneath him, but he was very happy at the moment and seemed to have no intention of caring about the beach chair.

There was no loot in the bucket next to it - and there was no half-point movement in the fish markings floating on the lake.

Neither did Mr. Dillings care, presumably thirsty, so he removed a cold bottle of Coke from the thermos next to him, bit the lid open with his teeth and drank it.

He probably heard footsteps, then looked back somewhat awkwardly and found that it was the couple before him who raised his hand directly and happily to say hello.

It seems as though they didn't care at all that they turned down their invitation, but now they're here again.

In fact, Mr. Dillings didn't really think too much about it, but he felt very comfortable with these little couples -- he knew he was out of line with this upscale, long-established big restaurant, and others looked at him as if he were a coarse logger.

But they're different.

People who are willing to talk to themselves about how to eat chicken paws in fancy star restaurants can't be bad guys.

“Just starting fishing, Mr. Dillings.” Boss Lo glanced at the fish bucket and said casually, "It doesn't look like much has been gained. ”

“No, much has already been gained.” Mr. Dillings smiled and bent over hard to take something out of the incubator to entertain him, "would you like something to drink? I seem to have bought too much and one can't think of how much to drink... actually I really intend to drink them all up, but think about it and give up. ”

Kim Jong Won may have been very fortunate to see this Mr. Dillings, or he was in a relationship with a lovely personality, and he came up enthusiastically to help.

Mr. Dillings didn't care either, like talking to an old friend: "My wife told me that when I couldn't even bend over, she told me not to sleep with her, and she was going to find me a healthier pig. ”

It's rude to listen to, isn't it?

At least Kim Chung Won thinks so - even in front of that fairy beautiful woman next to Young Master Qiu, it's like abrupt.

“Your wife must love you very much.” Boss Luo laughed.

Mr. Dillings did not have any hesitation, proud to say yes, that his wife would have a bit of a nagging on weekdays… that's what every man of his age would look like when he talks about the woman he loved for the first half of his life.

Kim Chung Won brought some delicious food for Boss Lo and the maid.

Mr. Dillings suddenly stood up and started packing up what was here, looking like he was going to leave.

Boss Luo looked at the happy water in his hand, thought about it and took a gentle sip, then asked: “I haven't caught the fish yet, so I'm going back. ”

He said randomly: "Yeah, it's getting late, I'm going to get to know the special spa here later, and the jacuzzi... there's a show at night, so today's itinerary is quite urgent. ”

He lifted the bucket, then carried the rod over his shoulder, and finally lifted the heat maintainer, walking back and forth... The planks on the water made a terrific squeak because of Mr. Dillings' movement, and Kim Chung Won was really worried that Mr. Dillings would suddenly break through the planks and accidentally fall into the water.

Unexpectedly, this dark imagination did not happen, but Mr. Dillings did fall to the ground.

Seeing him suddenly pale, sweaty, seemingly unconscious at all times... grabbing the clothes at his heart hard.

Jin Zhongyuan was shocked, but he couldn't think of anything. He rushed forward, “Mr. Dillings? Mr. Dillings? ”

“Medicine... I forgot to take it out... my heart is not good...”

Mr. Dillings had just finished his sentence, his eyes were closed, and he was unconscious.

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Later, Kim Jong Won contacted the hotel and Mr. Gusf, the floor butler responsible for servicing the guests of the presidential suite, immediately brought Mr. Dillings back to his room.

Alec Hotel has its own specially licensed doctor-- it's unknown if it's as famous as the famous chef, or as famous as Ms. Tini.

They succeeded in finding the medicine he mentioned in Mr. Dillings' suitcase - a suitcase that Mr. Gusf himself opened.

As a storekeeper… even as a regular restaurant doorman, opening a customer's suitcase without permission is a big taboo, but at this time, he can't worry too much, so after a little hesitation, Gusf came to himself.

As for the fact that there was still a wrecked old leather case in this nameplate suitcase, Mr. Gusf, though incredibly confused, did not say anything.

But just as he was going to close the suitcase, he suddenly saw a very nuanced mark on the side of the old suitcase, and suddenly his face changed slightly.

As soon as he turned his eyes, he closed the suitcase and took out the medicine he had found.

The hotel doctor said it was a daily medication for a patient with a heart attack, and it was edible.

After a brief examination, the doctor gave Mr. Dillings an initial indication that he was suffering from a heart attack or something, and as for the exact one, only Mr. Dillings probably knew about it at the moment.

“Thank you very much, sir.” Mr. Gusf is here in front of Kim Jong Won, "you have allowed me to successfully escape the stains of a career, Mr. Kim. ”

What else can Kim Jong Won say?

The floor housekeeper is a very senior employee in the big hotel, he has always wanted to meet, but it is difficult to find a way to get to the door, at this time of course it is to take care of him... Oh no, it is only to get to know him well.

“Looks like nothing happened.” The maid looked at Mr. Dillings after taking the medicine from a distance and said softly in the master's ear.

Boss Lo nodded and glanced, so he swept over a brown notebook in front of the table and said, "But it looks like this Mr. Dillings is going to miss a lot of the planned projects. ”

Yunight didn't say anything, just randomly measured the decor in the suite, and she laughed: “It shouldn't be long before it's been redecorated... this decoration style is a mediocre rule. ”

The rules are already very high… Mr. Lo thought.

And he was like, “Guess I shouldn't have let this suite out. ”

The maid smiled softly: “If you really want to say something, it hasn't reached the point where you have to stay… and something will always break over time. Style is okay, but ultimately it's not what it used to be. ”

The master servants whispered outside the room, and later Kim Chung Won and Mr. Gusf walked out. The storekeeper was again thankful and promised a gift of gratitude on behalf of the Alec Grand Hotel - as for Kim Jong Won, it was a great pleasure to have Mr. Gusf's business card.

“By the way, do you hear there's another party tonight?” The Golden Middle Dollar was inadvertently mentioned at this time.

Mr. Gusf nodded: "Yes, there is indeed a banquet - there is a mysterious guest who called about ten days ago and wanted us to prepare a birthday party tonight and then invite all the customers of the day to attend… Oh, my God! I'm actually preparing for this! ”

Mr. Gusf already had good reasons to interrupt this conversation - Kim Chung Won said quite knowingly that he would definitely be here tonight.

“We'll be there.” Boss Lo thought about it and promised to come down.

The mysterious Guest's birthday dinner takes place at 7: 30 p.m.… and now it's 3: 00 p.m., with more than four hours left.

Finally, the doctor was left with a nurse and a doorman to look after Mr. Dillings, who had not yet woken up.

The owner and the maid went to the mall to pick out some of the clothes they were wearing at the banquet as if it was time.

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“Do you... see clearly? ”

Ms. Tiffany is interviewing her friends for clothes in a store… she is also planning to attend a banquet at the hotel tonight, so she is picking the right evening dress - rental, of course.

“I'm sure I saw it clearly, Aunt Tiffany.” Mr. Gusf stood with his eyebrows down beside Aunt Tiffany, "was indeed the private mark. ”

Aunt Tiffany frowned: “I didn't get any notice from Counselor Zigg. ”

"Perhaps there are things that Counsel Zigg doesn't know," Mr. Gusf said. ”

And she thought, “How's Mr. Dillings? ”

Mr. Gusf said: "I hear you're awake and you're doing well… as if you were going to be at the party tonight. ”

“Oh... yeah.” This Aunt Tiffany had some thoughts.

Friends walked out of the dressing room and laughed, "Honey, do you think this suit is okay? ”

Aunt Tiffany smiled with a smile: "Dear Rand, believe me, you are the most beautiful. ”

“I'll be at the banquet tonight, you arrange it.” Tiffany whispered and then walked over to her friend to discuss the details of her clothes with her.

Mr. Gusf left slowly.

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Inside the room, Mr. Dillings woke up feeling hungry again… but seemed to have been fasted by doctors and he could only helplessly pour himself a glass of fresh milk.

Drawing the curtains open and the sunset reflected, Mr. Dillings struck an arrears and then touched the side of the desk, turning over a brown notebook on the table.

It says one thing on every page.

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There is a private car pick-up and drop off.

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Arrive by helicopter.

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Presidential Suite

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Menu

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Oh, by the way, they all hit a little hook in the back.