Chapter 310: Jinling Hotel
"Wait, wait, I'll look for it." He hung up Lu Huaiyang's phone and looked around.
It's long past the end of work, and there is no one in the palace area. Because the emperor himself lived in Xiyuan, there were not even too many guards patrolling and standing guard here. The entire Grand Palace and the surrounding streets are separated by dense pine forests that provide soft shelter all year round. Looking out from here, you can't see anything at all, you can only see a building lit with golden palace lamps not far away, and there are several big characters hanging on it: Jinling Hotel.
Jinling Hotel, 2nd floor.
"Ah, Miss Faetong, I thought you weren't coming." Next to the dining table, Yunqiu was dressed almost as much as during the day, but she was wearing a comfortable soft hat.
"I'm sorry. It's a bit tiring indeed. Phaethon tried to maintain her demeanor, and although she was not physically tired, she was still mentally sleepy with the camera she carried from beginning to end. But she was very happy when someone invited her to dinner.
It was the first time anyone had taken the initiative to befriend her, and it was when she had lost her divinity. Although she was in a hurry and didn't say much, she still cherished this friend.
"You called me to ask about the use of those shampoos?"
"Uh-huh." Yunqiu nodded again and again, "Well, this matter has not yet been completely decided. I think. When I have a meeting with Lanfang, can you please be an advisor? You're also a qi practitioner, right? I've heard that the country has a lot of respect for the opinions of Qi practitioners. If we can get the help of another Qi Practitioner besides me, he will be very optimistic about the sincerity of our sideβand, your hair! And most importantly, your hair! β
"Hair? What happened to the hair? β
"You may not know, let me tell you a little story - I heard that the surname of the country and Jinshang were classmates and friends back then, and he didn't know Jinshang's identity at that time. Lan Fang has a mature system for the training of qi practitioners, and the surname of the country has been surrounded by qi practitioners since he was a child, but he has no talent for qi training. So he and Imagami tried to make a 'spiritual liquid' together. The surname of the country tested the medicine by himself, and after taking it, it took effect immediately, and he was promoted to a celestial on the spot. β
"Oh, oh, oh!" Phaethon's mouth was "O", "Is it true!" There is such a medicine! β
If there was such an elixir, she would be able to return to her previous state with just one sip.
"There really is, but the national surname only remained in the Celestial Man for a momentβjust a moment later, his cultivation was completely lost, and he fell back to mortals. It's just that his hair has been changed forever. He has the gorgeous hair of a celestial man. β
"It's okay to have hair! How can you get this medicine! β
"Which do you want? Well, this recipe is only known to the two people with the surname of the country and the two people of Imagami. I've only heard of it - let me tell you, this is a little secret, and no more people know than a pair of chopsticks. β
"Uh-huh, uh-huh." Faetong nodded repeatedly, "I'll keep it a secret." β
"That's why I've always been very interested in hair. He studied it with his own hair, trying to see how to restore himself to the body of a celestial being 'that moment'. Of course, Lan Fang's shampoo products and skin care products are all by-products of these researches, because Guo Jia seems to be trying to use these cosmetics to keep his hair look. β
"Does his hair still need to be maintained?"
"Because he wasn't really a celestial, he just had gray hair, and then he fell out of the celestial stage - so he needed to replenish his aura all the time in order to maintain the celestial's flowery hair. Oh, and I heard he works really well with those shampoos, just like you. β
"Can I see him! Can I see him? β
"Huh??" Seeing Faetong was a little excited, but it made Yunqiu a little surprised, "Of course you can see it." The national surname attaches great importance to the endorsement cooperation of this shampoo. This time, he made an exception to participate as the leader of the Lanfang Formula racing team, and by the way, he promoted it. I've heard that the Lanfang team's cars are now all trademarks, and they are as dense as a hundred clothes. When he comes to the capital, he will also interview me. So, can I entrust me as my broker? β
"No problem!" Phaethon nodded violently, "Of course I do." β
"Ahh But does it take up your time? You seem to be with. It seems that there is something to do with Mr. Shang Luo? β
"We are in an employment relationship, but I still have enough time."
She did the math. Although she worked with Shang Luo and Golden Arches at the same time, she could also be assigned with one more autumn now.
"Then we'll call us."
"But. . . I don't have a jade card yet. β
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." She waved her hand, "I've been ready for a long time." β
She turned around and pulled out a panda doll from her bag.
It's exactly the same as her own "Fufu", only shrunk to the size of a fist.
"It's."
"It's called Fufu, and it's my Tianyi nobleman. There is a big fufu in my room, and this small fufu is an imitation of the big fuku. You can take it and speak, and Fufu will tell me. In fact, it's the same principle as the jade plate, and this is what I set up myself. Fufu only listens to me, but if it were you, it would be willing. Fufu seems to like you very much. β
Communication: This is a tool for communication. Although he could only contact one person, for a moment, Phaethon felt as if everything was back. As long as.
Suddenly, Fufu stood up.
She looked back at Yunqiu, then at Guan Ertong, walked in front of it, and sat down on the table.
"What is this??"
"The phone, if Fufu comes to you, the phone is for you. Eh, it's strange, it's obviously calling me, why are you looking for it. Ah, it's Mr. Shang Luo. You take it. β
Phaethon picked up the toy panda and rested it next to his ear. She felt as if she had done this kind of thing when she was a child, using strange dolls, building blocks, or something as a phone call.
It's a meal, and there are a lot of other people around, and it's a bit of a social death to hold a teddy bear.
"Hello?" She suppressed her voice and asked the other side, "Shang Luo?" What are you looking for me? β
Faethon hung up the phone.
"Miss Yunqiu! Help order a dish, something happened! β
"Huh?" Yunqiu didn't understand what was going on, but immediately called the waiter.
Holding a noteboard, the waiter in a dress stood next to him: "May I ask what the two ladies order?" β
"I want a chicken thigh, and it's going to be made in 15 minutes, oh no, in 10 minutes." Phaethon quickened his words, "And the most important thing! Make it out of a tin can! To use a tin can. β
"Ahh The waiter blinked. Isn't this here to kick the gym? If the hotel is compared to a sect, Jinling Hotel is a famous family like Wudang Mountain, with five banners hanging outside, which is Sichuan, Lu, Guangdong, Huai and Nancai, and can do anything.
"Can you do it?" Yunqiu also asked.
"If you can do it, you can do it, but," the waiter hesitated. With such a strange request, he didn't know if he was really here to kick the restaurant or to cook. It stands to reason that it is impossible for anyone to come to Jinling Hotel to kick the gym, just as it is unlikely that someone will run to Wudang Mountain to kick the gym.
"This." Yunqiu turned his hand and slapped three big coins on the table, "If you can make it, take this." β
"Three big coins??? Wait a minute! Wait a minute! I'll call the head chef right away! "I'm here to kick in, for sure. It's like this for those who kick the gym, first make a strange request, and then discharge three big coins.
"I can do it!" In less than a minute he was back, "Please wait. Chicken thighs in a tin can in 10 minutes, and the chef knows what you want. The chef will personally serve the food to the two of you, so please wait. β
(End of chapter)