The 14-hour flight time was not an ordeal for Kim Do-joon, because Han Sung-ho had booked first class for Kim Do-joon and himself early, so he could enjoy the trip comfortably.

Lying down, nestled in the sofa, turned on the video player in front of me, clicked casually, and watched the movie.

Just now, the flight attendant lady came over and asked Kim Do-joon what he needed to drink.

A cocktail, a small slice of bread, ready to drink, just close your eyes and sleep for a while.

Because the first class flight attendant lady only needs to take care of 10 to 15 customers, every passenger's request can be met immediately.

As early as when waiting for the flight, there is a special first-class waiting room, which has comfortable sofas, a large-screen TV to watch, and a beautiful waitress who serves tea and water, and hands hot towels.

Like Seoul Incheon International Airport, the facilities and services of the first class are very good, adhering to the concept of serving passengers, so that every first class customer can enjoy the experience of distinguished people.

Not only can you enjoy priority boarding with the guidance of an attendant, but you can also skip the queue with economy class passengers.

When the plane landed at New York's JFK International Airport, it was already past 11 p.m. the next day.

After getting off the plane and picking up their luggage, Kim Do-jun-jae and Han Sung-ho walked outside.

Soon after I walked out, I found someone holding his Korean name, standing at the door, a typical American Uncle Sam, with a beard, holding a sign on his head, shaking constantly.

"This way. This way! Is it Kim Do-joon? ”

The bearded uncle in front of him. Speaks crappy Korean plus English. Called Kim Do-joon's name.

"Call me Jason, don't say my Korean name, I can understand English!"

Kim Dojun smiled slightly, took the initiative to stretch out his hand and shook it, and opened his mouth to respond.

Han Chenghao also took the luggage, shook his hand, and said hello.

"Really? That's great, I thought my friend from Korea. I don't speak English, God forbid! ”

One look at his appearance, you know that he is a devout believer, and he has a religious tattoo on his arm, which looks very good and a little cool!

Kim Do-jun looked around, helped his glasses, and immediately asked.

"Where are we going now, did Director Anderson send you to pick us up?"

The airport is surrounded by people and there are tour groups. There are also business people, of course, more of them are carrying bags like Kim Do-joon. Two or three people walked together, chatting casually.

"The company sent me, I'll send you to the hotel first! Director Anderson will be here to meet you in person in the afternoon! ”

After saying that, helping Kim Do-jun carry his luggage, the three of them began to walk towards the parking lot.

Han Chenghao suddenly poked Kim Do-jun behind, stepped forward, and said softly.

"They're coming, I saw it just now, dressed in a more ordinary way, standing in the crowd!"

"Hmmm! I see, let them follow! ”

Kim Do-jun nodded, said a short word, and then followed.

Out of the door, Kim Do-joon took out his camera and took a selfie with a faint smile on his face, gesturing in a "V" shape.

After walking to the parking lot, putting his luggage in the trunk, and getting into the car, Kim Do-jun suddenly realized what a typical American uncle was like.

"Very good at chatting, asking questions, not asking what sport you like, just asking what movie stars you like, whether you have a supported team, etc.!"

It may also have something to do with the fact that it is a country of immigrants, and it is not surprising that there are many people, multiple ethnicities, multiple cultures, multiple beliefs, and multiple religions.

In the end, Kim Do-joon rubbed his temples a little speechlessly and replied.

"I've been in the U.S. for many years, studying here since I graduated from elementary school, all the way to graduating from Yale, what do you think?"

Looking at the street scene of New York, I think back to the time when I first came, so many years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Roads, streetsides have not changed much, and street vendors, as in South Korea, are an integral part of modern urban life.

The streets of New York are also home to a wide variety of vendors who provide goods and services to New Yorkers and tourists from all over the world.

There are classic vendors selling hot dogs, as well as food and beverages such as fresh fruit and coffee.

Today's weather is not very good, the sky over New York is cloudy, it looks like it's going to rain, and the pedestrians on the street have quickened their pace.

Whether it's fashionable white-collar women or workers working on the streets, they are all starting to pack up their things and get ready to rush back.

After a while, the car stopped at the door of a high-end hotel, and before Kim Dojun opened the door, a hotel waiter took the initiative to come over and help open the door and take the luggage.

Kim Do-joon said thank you and looked up at the name of the hotel, although he had been in New York for so long, there were still many places he hadn't visited.

"The Ritz-Carlton Battery Hotel!"

Kim Do-joon read it softly, this hotel he knew, a top luxury hotel in the United States.

Because of its extreme nobility and luxury, it has always been called the roof of the world, especially its motto.

"We serve the gentlemen and ladies faithfully with the attitude of gentlemen and ladies!"

It is also known as a classic in the industry, no matter which city, as long as there is a Ritz-Carlton Hotel, it must be the first choice for national dignitaries and celebrities.

Princess Diana's last beautiful dinner before her car accident was also enjoyed there.

Coco Chanel even said.

"Whenever I dream about life in heaven after death, the scene in the dream always takes place at the Ritz!"

Kim Do-jun nodded with satisfaction and followed the waiter, because Director Anderson had already booked a room for them in advance, and they only needed to go through the formalities.

The hotel is very beautiful, the decoration is very luxurious, the grand hall is very eye-catching.

When he came to the room, Kim Do-jun found that it was actually a luxurious double suite.

"Why do you have to live with Han Chenghao every time, can't you give a single room? Is Hollywood also slamming the door like this? ”

Kim Do-joon muttered in his heart, every time he came out, he lived with Han Sung-ho, two big men, sometimes living in the same room naked, and it felt awkward to say it.

The room was big and spacious, and it was cleaned and looked very comfortable.

Pull back the curtains and find that this hotel is just a few minutes away from New York Harbor and the Statue of Liberty, and the view from the room is very beautiful.

Spacious room with flat-screen cable TV, a minibar and refrigerator, and also comes with clean bathrobes, a safety deposit box and an umbrella.

Sure enough, it rains in New York, and even the hotel rooms are equipped with these things.

The room has a telescope, which is set up right next to the window, and through it, you can see the whole of New York.

After the driver dropped them off, he left straight away, turned on the radio, and could still hear the deafening heavy metal band inside.

The waiter dragged the luggage cart over, helped Kim Dojun to the room one by one, and after cleaning up, he said with a slight smile.

"On the second floor of the hotel is a restaurant where you can dine, and there is also a state-of-the-art fitness center, spa with excellent spa services, and of course there is a modern tavern on the second floor that is always at your service!"

"Thank you I see, it's a tip for you! Sorry for you! ”

Han Chenghao walked over, immediately spoke, took out the dollar from his wallet, and immediately handed it to the waiter.

"No, this is what I should do, if you need anything, you can call the front desk directly!"

The waiter said a little shyly, he didn't look very old, his face was green, and there were one or two pimples on his face, he was very immature at first glance, with golden hair and gray eyes, he looked up and down carefully, and found that he was quite handsome.

"I guess I'm also working hard to save for life or tuition!"

Han Chenghao thought wildly in his heart.

Kim Do-joon was lying on the bed, playing with his mobile phone, just about to call Taeyeon, thinking for a moment that the time was wrong, what time was it, and it was not noon in South Korea.

Pouting, he decided to send Taeyeon a text message.

"Squish! I just arrived at the hotel, and I had dinner first! Let's talk about it later! ”

Looking at the signboard next to the bed, Kim Do-joon realized that the subway station, the Skyscraper Museum and Batterry Park were all less than 5 minutes away from the hotel.

Kim Do-joon suddenly remembered Uncle Mustache in Chinatown, and he didn't know where he was at the moment.

I haven't seen each other for a long time, will there be any accidents? (To be continued......)