Wang Yong was standing on the streets of Hokkaido in winter at this time, and there was not a trace of wind this afternoon. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The street was full of dirty snowdrifts that rose high, and the air seemed to be tight, and the men and women watched the road under their feet, moving their steps carefully and quickly.

The high school girls all had crimson cheeks and spat white gas into the air. The gas was indeed very white, so white that it seemed that it could be written on it.

Wang Yong leisurely strolled through the streets of Hokkaido, at this time, even the remote Hokkaido was extremely prosperous and crowded, and it was the era of Japan's bubble economy, and its per capita GDP was higher than that of the United States. Almost everyone had a confident and happy look on their faces.

Wang Yong felt very interesting to observe all this, and couldn't help but feel the vicissitudes of the world.

Wang Yong walked into a café to take a break and asked for a cup of hot and strong coffee to drink.

The people around them behave in a way that is the same as the old stuff of the city people: couples whispering, two trading company clerks spreading out papers to study numbers, three or five college students getting together talking about ski trips and new records from the police band, and so on.

This was a common sight in cities in developed countries in the eighties. Even if you move everything to Yokohama or Fukuoka, you won't feel anything out of the ordinary.

Wang Yong felt that all this was very interesting, and the conversations of the people around him could be easily understood as if they were his mother tongue, and he couldn't help but feel that he had gained a lot, even if he had nothing, he could live a very nourishing life with the two foreign languages he mastered.

He leaned back in his chair and looked casually around, feeling very relaxed.

After a while, Wang Yong set off for the Dolphin Hotel, which undoubtedly occupies a very prominent position in Sapporo, which was still quite fashionable in the eighties, and was not outdated in the era when Wang Yong came. Large, glittering glass and stainless steel, shiny flagpoles lined up in front of the rain eaves, flags fluttering in the wind at the top, car dispatchers in straight uniforms waving to taxis, and transparent elevators leading to the highest floors.

The marble pillar at the entrance is embedded with a relief of dolphins, and the inscription underneath stands out - dolphinhotel.

Wang Yong nodded, and suddenly found that there was a person next to him who seemed to be looking at the Dolphin Hotel dumbfounded. He wears a hunting coat on his top, an Orz badge pinned to his chest, a fur hat, and thick cloth pants with pockets everywhere. With a very subtle sense of humor.

With a flick of his right wrist, Wang Yong gently marked a marker on the protagonist's body.

I didn't mean to know him.

Wang Yong walked up the gentle slope under the rain eaves and stepped into the polished revolving door.

The hall is as imposing as a gymnasium, with a patio reaching into the sky, glass veneers from the bottom up, seamless, and the sun pouring down in one breath. On the floor, large sofas, which are obviously expensive, are lined up, and foliage plants are vividly displayed.

At the end of the hall is a palatial coffee house. Order a sandwich in such a place, and the four ham sandwiches are the size of a business card, served on more than enough silver plates. Deep-fried potato chips and kimchi are artistically embellished. If you want another cup of coffee, the price is enough for a family of 4 with a moderate level of consumption to have a lunch. On the wall hangs an oil painting about a swamp in Hokkaido, the size of three mats.

Although it is not of great artistic standard, there is no doubt about the spaciousness and grandeur of its pictures. There seemed to be some kind of gathering in the hall, and it seemed a little crowded.

A group of well-dressed middle-aged men leaned back against the sofa, or frequently bowed their heads, or laughed highly. They cocked their chins exactly the same and held Jiro's legs exactly the same. Presumably a group of doctors or university teachers. And then - there was a group of gorgeously dressed ladies. Half kimono, half dress. There were several foreigners in between. There are also trading company employees with crisp uniforms and steady ties, holding briefcases and waiting for someone.

Wang Yong walked to the service desk and reported his name, now he was Japanese-Chinese, and all the girls with sky-blue shoulders smiled at him, all wearing white shirts and neat hair accessories.

Although Wang Yong has been to five-star several times in China, he has indeed not had such treatment. I couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

There were three girls, but only Wang Yong was wearing a pair of glasses. She tilted her head slightly, looking very comfortable. She is indeed the most beautiful in the front desk

She is almost like a hotel elf who has the image of a hotel, as if with the slightest wave of the small golden cane in her hand, magic gold dust will fly out like a Disney movie, and a room key will fall out of it.

Wang Yong was secretly a little proud in his heart, because he saw that the protagonist's name was Watanabe Jun, who was received by another receptionist, and this was undoubtedly Yumiji.

She expertly typed in Wang Yong's name and credit card number, smiled, and handed me the card key, which read 1523.

Wang Yong paused, did he want to ask about the previous Dolphin Hotel?

Forget it, it's none of my business, just follow the protagonist when the time comes.

Wang Yong smiled politely at Yumiji, left the service desk, and took the elevator up to the room.

Room 1523 is very imposing for the eighties, with an old-fashioned feel to it. The beds and bathtub were spacious and spacious. There were also quite a few things in the fridge, a letter envelope on the table, and a writing desk that was quite tasteful.

Flipping through the hotel guide, there is a large shopping mall underground, indoor tennis courts, five restaurants and three bars, and a heliport on the platform. Everything you need, the latest equipment from the eighties, luxurious configuration.

Of course, there are no computers.

It was the first time for Wang Yong to stay in a five-star hotel, and he made up his mind to enjoy it.

After a meal in the hotel's restaurant, I walked out of the hotel and wandered the streets of Sapporo in the 80s, a time of year when Japan had some similarities with China at the time of Wang Yong's arrival.

Several shops have closed, wooden signs reading "Ready for demolition" on their doors, and there are many large buildings under construction. Of course, with the passing of this bubble economy, not to mention Hokkaido, many hotels, buildings, and office buildings near Tokyo have fallen into a situation where they cannot make ends meet.

Walk into a casual restaurant, eat a bowl of udon, and drink a small glass of sake. Immediately, I felt a wave of sleepiness hit my heart.

I can't sleep right now.

Back at the hotel, I followed the instructions in the hall and went to the swimming pool.

It's good to be in a place with perfect equipment, Wang Yong couldn't help but sigh a little, and he had to enjoy his life in the world more.

This time I came to the dance world mainly to face the fear in my heart, and if I really want to say that the combat effectiveness is average, it is equivalent to traveling at public expense.