Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

Good place.

At first, Zhao Chongbin thought that what Song Ye was talking about was a street bar or a food stall to have a good meal, so he hurriedly greeted his brother to check out, and followed him in a newly bought suit and leather shoes.

But when she really saw the good place she said in front of her, she was stunned.

The Royal View Hotel, the first five-star luxury hotel in Beijing, specializes in entertaining foreign friends and top rich people. It stands in the center of the capital, with a total of 34 floors, overlooking the panoramic view of the capital, and its own open-air garden banquet venue.

Zhao Chongbin and a group of brothers stood at the entrance of the hotel, reading the words on the introduction tablet at the entrance, only to feel that the whole person was a little light when they stepped on the marble at the entrance. Looking up, I saw that the spacious gate was made of quartz stone, the golden revolving gate was covered with a red carpet, and expensive luxury cars were shuttled back and forth.

"Cough, brother, you brought us here, shouldn't you be here to live?" Zhao Chongbin felt that his throat was a little dry, and it took a long time to find his own voice and asked a ridiculous and weird idea.

The next second, Song Ye gave him an even more absurd answer to this idea, "Well, you will all be living here for the next three days."

In an instant, Zhao Chongbin was stunned, and the brothers behind him were also cowardly. I don't know who couldn't hold back, and muttered his thoughts, "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 vagabond on the train, he was not afraid at all, but looking at the hotel in front of him that seemed to be covered with gold, a trace of timidity appeared in his heart.

How could Song Ye not be able to see all these emotions? She walked to Zhao Chongbin's side, raised her hand and patted him on the back, "Keep your head up, pretending to be a homeless man, try a new role this time."

"New role?" Zhao Chongbin admitted that he had a bright mind, but he really couldn't react at this time.

"Be a rich man." Song Ye flatly threw out these words, and then handed over a plastic bag, "one for each person, put it on and go."

Zhao Chongbin had just recovered from the shock wave of the rich man. He lowered his head and opened the bag to see, and he was speechless.

Because the bag is full of gold necklaces, "This is..."

"Ornaments." Song Ye said leisurely.

Zhao Chongbin was speechless again, but when he picked up those necklaces, he stopped suddenly.

No, the weight is not right.

After spending three years on the train and stealing for three years, his concept of gold and silver has reached the point where he can tell the truth from the false only by the feel and weight.

And the weight of this bag of gold, the feel of it, is obviously the real thing.

The real thing... I rely on it, how much is that worth!

Zhao Chongbin once again refreshed the concept of Song Ye's wealth, and he casually shot a gold necklace with a thick thumb. This is definitely not an ordinary local tyrant.

After assigning the necklace and instructing everyone not to lose it, Zhao Chongbin took a deep breath and looked at Song Ye again, "We're ready, what do we need to do this time?"

He knew very well that Song Ye took them off the train and gave them gold necklaces, so it would not be for fun.

"You have only one mission." Song Ye likes Zhao Chongbin, a person who knows everything, and doesn't need to talk too much, "Let everyone know that you are rich."

How to change from a tramp on a train to a local tyrant requires not strength, but acting skills.

As for Zhao Chongbin and his party, the most important thing is acting.

Song Ye separated from a few people, entered the hotel with front and back feet, and handled the meal at the front desk, while listening to Zhao Chongbin's wealth and wealth, shouting to the lady at the front desk.

"Hey, is this the quality of your waiters here? I said, I want to eat here, sleep, why no one comes out to serve?" Zhao Chongbin put on a small white face, fierce and vicious, not like a bully, but he has some points Rogue look.

The girl at the front desk is also a reader of countless people, not only was not seduced by that face, but she looked contemptuous and said indifferently: "Sir, please line up according to the rules. The meal fee per person is fifty yuan, and the minimum accommodation standard One room is 888 yuan a night."

"Cut, 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 cowardly egg who stood at the gate just now.

The girl at the front desk raised her head now, but turned her eyes to him, "The presidential suite is 8,888 yuan a night, and a deposit of 1,000 yuan is required in advance."

"This... is also a bit too cheap." Zhao Chongbin's tone was full of hesitation with disgust, but while he lowered his head and pondered, he desperately looked at Song Ye from the corner of his eyes, which meant that he was scolding the street. Damn it, is this room made of gold?

Song Ye silently showed a faint smile, and his fingertips compared an eight.

Zhao Chongbin's little heart suddenly thumped, and he almost didn't lift it up to reveal the stuffing in one breath. He took a deep breath for a while before he recovered, "Hey, let's do it, let's make do with it, open eight rooms first." As soon as he took it out, a pile of cash was thrown out, and at the same time, the gold necklace he was hanging on his hand also came out of his hand, hitting the marble at the front desk, making a crisp sound.

The girl at the front desk was startled by the pile of money and the eight presidential suites, and then went to help pick up the necklace, and her expression changed again when she picked it up.

She thought these people in tattered suits and lack of quality were hooligans, and they were just here to make trouble, so she dismissed them, but she never thought that this person would be 8,000 when he made a move, and the gold necklace was a real deal. Genuine.

Local tyrants, really tyrants.

The girl immediately realized in her heart, and when she raised her head again, the expression on her face made a flattering smile, "Sir, this is your thing, please put it away, I will open a room for you immediately, please wait a moment." There was a 180-degree change in attitude from just now.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and find a place for us to eat, we will starve to death." Zhao Chongbin took back the necklace and looked like an uncle.

The girl at the front desk hurried out to lead the way, and specially asked the manager to receive him personally. When passing by Song Ye, Zhao Chongbin made a V behind her back, which was full of show off.

oh, this kid...

Song Ye smiled without a smile, then went to the restaurant, found a seat next to Zhao Chongbin, sat back to back, and when the two met, Song Ye whispered, "Pay attention to the behavior of the waiter."

There was a big table of delicious seafood from mountains and seas and started to eat haisai. Song Ye also ordered a piece of spaghetti and started eating.

After the meal, Zhao Chongbin took someone to the top-floor presidential suite to rest. After twenty minutes, 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 all the things in the refrigerator.