The Taj Mahal Hotel, built in 1903 by the Taj Group, features intricate Victorian Gothic and Romanesque motifs and an Edwardian roof designed to maintain both lavish and Indian style.

Today, all the managers and executives of this hotel are called to the conference room because it is about to welcome an important guest.

"The information says that this guest attaches great importance to issues such as exposure, and we should arrange dark glass on that Rolls-Royce!"

"Judging by the guests' travel records, he really liked the scenery along the way."

From travel vehicles to towels, all need to be professionally customized, and everything is being negotiated, except for money, Gattuso's family never values money.

On the airport runway, two rows of police motorcycles flashed police lights, and in the middle was a black Rolls-Royce.

After Caesar got off the plane, he could board the car and leave directly in the airport, without the need for security checks.

When they met, the two children presented a garland of flowers, and he seemed to be a foreign guest who came to visit, and everyone in the airport cast envious eyes.

As soon as the car entered the trouble, Caesar looked at the assistant in the front row and asked with some puzzlement, "Why can't the car window see outside?" ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Gattuso." The assistant politely bowed and took out the remote control from his arms.

When he pressed the button, the windows lit up.

"With atomized glass, Taj takes the privacy of every customer seriously." The assistant explained.

"Very professional." Caesar nodded, and looked at the window again.

Outside..... It's not the scenery along the way, but the people walking in "sandals", they look at Caesar with respectful eyes, and many young people will smile at Caesar, but only for a moment and then bow their heads again.

Caesar also greeted them with a smile, and said that this arrangement was not bad, and it felt like an emperor was on patrol.

If the hotel manager could hear Caesar's words, he would definitely scold his mother in his heart, and this noble son didn't seem to want a well-dressed welcome ceremony.

What he wants is, and it doesn't matter if the soil is expensive or extravagant.

Caesar looked at it for a long time, and was a little puzzled, he was obviously sitting in a car, but there were pedestrians all around.

"Why are we driving on the sidewalk?"

The assistant pointed to the windshield and said, "Sir, we're on the highway now." ”

"Highway?" Caesar looked in the direction of his assistant, and there was indeed a line of communication beneath the crowd that was about to peel off its paint.

"Mr. Gattuso, this is a civilian area in Mumbai, and it's time to go to work, so it can be crowded." The assistant explained, "But it's good to be in the main city for a while." ”

After about half an hour, Rolls-Royce finally stepped out of the pavement, and the eight-cylinder engine was showing its value.

Buildings of different styles come into view of Caesar's vision, and a few classic taxis are parked next to the wide driveway.

Every once in a while, stupa buildings with golden spires pop up.

"It's completely different from just now." Caesar said, "It looks like I've lived from ancient times to modern times, and it's amazing." ”

"When I first came to Mumbai, I felt the same way, of course, I have been walking this part of the road for a long time, unlike you." The assistant said.

"Look at your skin color, you don't look like a local." Caesar leaned back in his soft seat, and the modern architecture outside distracted him.

"I'm Asian, but I grew up in the slums of Mumbai."

"Why not in your hometown?"

The assistant smiled and said, "This is my hometown, and I am an orphan. ”

"Oh." Caesar nodded, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. ”

"It's okay, it's a pleasure to talk to you, at least you don't look down on me."

"I respect everyone." Caesar said.

The statue of the Flying Goddess stopped steadily in front of the Taj Hotel, and a young man dressed as a doorman opened the car door for Caesar and made a gesture of please with one hand.

"Welcome to the Taj Hotel, Mr. Gattuso!"

As soon as they entered the hotel, men and women in suits and leather shoes greeted each other, and Caesar nodded in acknowledgement.

Gold is the main color of this hotel, and even the pool of the musical fountain is plastered with gold bricks, although it is very earthy, but it does reflect the luxury of the hotel.

The assistant pulled Caesar's gift box, and behind him was a group of service personnel holding notebooks and recording non-stop.

Caesar stayed in one of the hotel's two most exclusive rooms, called "Mo Duo", which means serene and eternal happiness.

Stepping into the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the Indian Gate on the Arabian Sea, where white yachts and seagulls of all sizes seem to be frolicking, and the blue water makes people feel indescribably comfortable.

"Mr. Gattuso, here's your menu." The assistant handed over a silk silk with embroidered English and Sanskrit next to it that Caesar could not read.

"Yes."

Caesar answered, and then walked to the table, which he proposed, to start with an authentic Indian meal.

"Sir, allow me to introduce you."

The young man in the white tuxedo first bowed, and then after a brief introduction from the waiter, the appetizer was served.

Fried lentils and yogurt, salty and sweet fried lentils with yogurt are really easy to whet your appetite.

Caesar used a knife and fork, but he checked that Indians privately use their hands to grasp it, and the thumb, index finger and middle finger are their utensils, and he wants to imitate it, thinking that the characteristics of the food can only be reflected in the way the locals eat, just like eating dumplings with fast seeds.

But now he feels a little at a loss, fried beans are okay, and the curry for the main course, he is a little unsure.

"Can you give me a pair of gloves?" Caesar said to his assistant.

"Of course."

In less than a minute, delicate silk gloves were placed on his hands.

Although he still couldn't do it, he could only scratch it.

The yellow lake was held in Caesar's right hand, and he closed his eyes and covered his mouth with a horizontal heart.

The assistant on the side looked at Caesar suspiciously, and said to himself, Aren't Italians famous for paying attention to their behavior and conversation?

He had to secretly pull out the photos and compare them again, making sure he didn't pick up the wrong person again and again.

"Taste..... Not bad. ”

After the dessert, Caesar gave an evaluation, and everyone including the assistant breathed a sigh of relief.

"But in the end, the coffee here is far off, and tomorrow I will ask someone to mail some authentic coffee beans." Caesar said.

"Okay." The assistant nodded again and again, he didn't expect to be able to completely satisfy the customer, and the people who can stay here are very picky.

"You guys go out first, I have something."

Caesar waved his hand, and everyone exited the room in turn.

The fragrance machine spat the smell of lilies, and Caesar took out his phone and said, "Norma, can you determine the location of Miss Zero?" ”

"I'm at your door." Zero's cold voice came from the phone, "There are some things to discuss with you. ”

"Oh?"

Caesar opened the door, and the girl outside was not too tall, with long white blonde hair draped behind her, and her face was a rare blue, and her face was as cold as ice.

"Chen Yi is gone." Zero said.

"Isn't the academy already locked his place?"

"I've been to his house secretly, and it's empty, and there's only this thing in the center of the room."

Zero stretched out his hand, and in the palm of his hand was a double Buddha statue of a woman with a horse's head.