This time when he arrived in Hujiang, Jing Jian's request was to keep it low-key and keep it confidential. Even Jaton did not go to the airport to welcome him because there was a meeting in the city. However, low-key did not mean that Jing Jian liked to endure hardships. Therefore, when he walked out of the VIP channel, a young girl wearing glasses was already holding up her sign to welcome him.

"Yeah!" Stopped in front of the young girl, Jing Jian nodded, "Appoint someone to bring their luggage into the car."

The young girl was named Zhuang Zhi, and she was the secretary of the office. Today she and the driver came to pick her up. She thought she was a foreigner, but suddenly she heard Jing Jian speak Mandarin. She was stunned at first, then stared at her luggage like a hill, and immediately drooped her face.

Jing Jian didn't have any idea of ​​pity. When it comes to work, he paid attention to the superiority and inferiority. He had enough opportunities to show his gentlemanly demeanor when he had private conversations outside of work. However, seeing the girl's face was bitter and wanted to push the luggage cart with her own hands, Jing Jian couldn't help but remind him: "You can ask the airport staff, you don't have to do it yourself."

Turning around and smiling at Wu Wen, Jing Jian said, "Let's go together and send you home."

"No, my home is in Nanshi, it's too far away."

Jing Jian thought, indeed, the hotel he booked was not far from the airport, so there was no need to go to Nanshi in person, which would add to any misunderstanding: "Then I'll send it to me later, and I will arrange for them to take you home."

...

A black Mercedes-Benz 320 was wearing a black license plate of four nines. The driver was helping to carry the luggage, and Wu Wen said in surprise: "Black license plate? That's what diplomats can only take. Brother Jian, is this your friend's car?"

Jing Jian smiled, no doubt. In this era, in order to attract foreign capital, he would still give foreign institutions a black license. Zhuang Zhi finally recognized Wu Wen, looked surprised, and wanted to ask but dare not ask. Finally, when the two of them got in the car, they introduced to Jing Jian: "Mr. Branble..."

"My surname is Jing, Jing Ke assassinated the King of Qin."

"Oh, Mr. Jing, the room is set at the Quaker Hotel. I'll check in later. Do you have any other requirements?"

"Give me the procedures, I'll do it myself." Jing Jian ordered, "After arriving at the hotel, you will take Miss Wu home."

"Can……?"

"What? I'm afraid I'll get lost in the hotel?"

"No, no." After glanced at Jing Jian and Wu Wen, Zhuang Zhi said carefully, "Okay, Mr. Jing."

The car was quiet. Wu Wen held back her laughter and held back for a while before she could hold on to Jing Jian and chuckled, "You are so fierce."

Wu Wen's breathing made his ears itchy. Jing Jian also leaned over and bit his ears and smiled, "She recognizes you. The little girl has no experience. Don't you know if she should flatter her boss' girlfriend?"

"Your girlfriend is not me, the one who rolled my eyes that day." Wu Wen felt that this kind of speech was very interesting, and her earlobes couldn't help but feel a little hot.

"You guessed it wrong. She is my wife." Jing Jian smiled, regardless of Wu Wen's shocked eyes, "Minwen, the happy journey is over."

The wheels rolled rustling, and Wu Wen felt like the sea was overturning in her heart, constantly thinking about what Jing Jian said just now, what exactly did it mean?

...

At the entrance of the Quaker Hotel, Jing Jian got off the car. This is one of the earliest five-star foreign-related hotels in Hujiang. It is located in the downtown city and has beautiful scenery. The doorman pushed the luggage cart and followed Jing Jian to the headquarters. Jing Jian smiled at the front desk and said, "The room that Mr. Jaton from the water well was booked."

"Please wait." The lady was very enthusiastic. She looked through the record book and quickly found the reservation information, "Deluxe Suite, how many days do you stay?"

"Five days first." Jing Jian handed his ID card and booking procedures to the lady of the front desk. The money for the accommodation will be paid by the office, and Jing Jian does not need to worry about it. This time he returned to China, credit card and cash check were inconvenient, and Jing Jian just carried tens of thousands of dollars in cash with him.

"Uh?" Unexpectedly, the lady from the station got her ID card and was stunned, "Sir, are you Chinese?"

"What?" Jing Jian was asked inexplicably.

"But... we are a foreign-related hotel, and we cannot register our ID card?"

Jing Jian was a little helpless. He had many troubles these days. He took out his passport from his backpack: "Is the passport OK?"

The lady from the station looked helpless: "It is ruled that Chinese people cannot live in foreign-related hotels."

"..." Jing Jian knew that he shouldn't take his anger at this innocent lady in the station, but he just couldn't help but get angry, "Fuck! It's not that you don't pay, the Chinese can't even live in their own places?"

"Excuse me!" Jing Jian's roar attracted the attention of everyone in the lobby. Finally, a woman in her thirties came to the front and asked in a stuttering Mandarin, "I am the assistant manager of the lobby here. Can you please help me?"

"It's still five-star? Are all those who can speak human language in Hong Kong so terrible?" Jing Jian cursed, "If you think about working in China, you can. Please learn Mandarin first. What a broken hotel? Contact me for a Chinese hotel and arrange a car to take me there."

The deputy manager of the lobby in Hong Kong was flushed, and several security guards came over, but they were very aggressive: "Hey, buddy, don't make trouble, this is a foreign-related hotel. Please find another place to live and send a car? We don't have that kind of service."

"What? Want to do it?" Jing Jian shook his hand and slapped the security guard's hand away. He didn't look at the spot when he flattered. "Do you understand the rules? Why don't you send a car? Then you can dismantle the door sign as soon as possible, so why are you still hanging five-star? The Quaker family said this in front of me, and I still swear his face. Get out of here, you can get out, and send someone who can talk about it."

Although Jing Jian's attitude was extremely bad, his words were reasonable. Foreign-related hotels did not accept domestic tourists, which was the rule at the time, and we should not be too embarrassed. But Jaton didn't know that the Quaker Hotel didn't know at the time, so there was such a misunderstanding. However, after the misunderstanding, as a five-star Quaker hotel, at least it must arrange Jing Jian's accommodation, and it must not be stopped. Otherwise, change the name to a guesthouse as soon as possible! Don't charge such high accommodation fees.

The security guard may not know that there is such a rule, but the deputy in the lobby must have known it. So after apologizing, she hurriedly ran away. After a while, a white-haired Westerner in his fifties walked out of the elevator and stretched out his hand: "I'm sorry, is it Mr. Bramble? I'm the manager here, named Jacob, and I will arrange the room immediately."

Jing Jian shook his hands, looking cold: "Is it really okay?"

"No problem, I have spoken to the respected Mr. Jacob." Jacob smiled, "Your accommodation is free of charge in order to express your apology."
Chapter completed!