Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 1415 Misfit Mr. Dillins

Jin Zhongyuan is not a guy who has to be by the customer's side all the time, and keeps brushing the customer's favor to gain benefits from it - he knows very well that this will cause the customer's resentment instead.

Therefore, after sending the customer this time into the hotel room, he left very sensibly—he would only show up as soon as the customer needed it.

This is why Peter Chen is so willing to introduce customers to him—because Peter Chen can always get the kindness of VIPs because of Jin Zhongyuan.

"This is my phone number, Young Master Qiu! If there is anything I need, I will come as soon as possible"

He didn't even wait for Boss Luo and the maid in the room to respond, he closed the door very politely and left.

Luo Qiu opened the curtains of the room and looked outside the hotel. From here, he could just see an artificial lake. He smiled and said, "It seems that this big hotel really has some history."

The maid lady was packing her luggage at this time, she raised her head and asked, "Master, what do you want for lunch?"

Boss Luo said: "Well... why don't you go to the restaurant here to taste the taste. I heard that many guests here come for the chef of the restaurant."

"Okay."

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Alec Hotel, Presidential Suite.

"Sir, I am Gusfu, the floor steward here, and I am very happy to serve you."

Wearing a tuxedo, a suit and leather shoes, and a tall and straight figure, the nearly forty-year-old blond man was respectful to Mr. Dillins who was staying at this time... even serious.

Dillins looked at the floor steward a little strangely, and couldn't help frowning and asked, "I remember the floor steward here, it seems to be Ms. Tiffany?"

The floor steward in front of me was a little surprised at this moment, then nodded and said: "Yes, sir. But Ms. Tiffany is on vacation these days, so I will take over her job temporarily. Sir, do you need to find her? I can make contact on your behalf."

Dillins asked curiously, "Are you from Tiffany?"

"I'm her nephew." The floor steward Gusfu smiled.

"Oh..." Di Linsi was thoughtful, then shook his head, "No need, since she's on vacation, there's no need to bother her... By the way, she's on vacation for a few days, is she going home?"

"Aunt Tiffany is still staying at the hotel these days." Gusfu said, "She is enjoying the employee's discount...I'd better contact the husband."

"No, really no, Mr. Gusf." Dillins shook his head quickly, "Thank you very much for your kindness, but I prefer to have a good rest now. You see, I have been in the hospital since last night The transport is on."

"Excuse me." Gusf nodded, "Then, do I need to wake you up during the meal, Mr. Dillings?"

"No need." Dillins waved his hand, smiled and said, "Actually, I'm quite familiar with this place... I've lived here for a while."

The housekeeper on the floor seemed a little surprised, but he didn't ask too much, and turned and left gracefully—the door was gently closed.

At this moment Dillins breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to loosen the tie around his neck, and unbuttoned his collar. Then he moved his bloated body, lay down on the snow-white mattress, and stared blankly. ceiling.

"So, this is the presidential suite..." He muttered to himself, "It doesn't feel like anything special."

Apart from the price... living here for one night is probably an ordinary working-class person's salary for one or two months.

He propped up his body vigorously at once, and then struggled to get his suitcase—for him of such a size, it seemed that every movement was so clumsy and strenuous.

All strength is required.

He slowly opened this rather high-end suitcase - there was another suitcase inside, but it was old and yellowed, and the leather in many places was even worn out.

Dillins slowly touched the old suitcase with both hands, and then gently opened it.

Inside was a violin.

Dillins put the violin on his neck and picked up the bow... The bow was placed on the strings, but he didn't pull it for a long time——Dillins closed his eyes like this, and maintained this posture for a long time.

After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief, put the violin and bow back into the old suitcase, and put them into the new suitcase.

Mr. Dillins struggled to his feet. He touched his big belly, which could block the view of his legs, and felt hungry.

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Alec Hotel, squash court.

A woman who looks about 50 years old but still in good shape is playing the last round with her friends. Not long after, Gusfu, the floor housekeeper, arrives... Waiting for the lady in the squash room to finish the round After that, she was called out.

Seats in the outside seating area.

"Mr. Dillins?" The woman repeated the name in surprise, and after thinking carefully for a while, she shook her head and said, "I have no impression."

Gusfu said strangely: "Aunt Tiffany, but I feel that Mr. Dillins really knows you."

Ma'am... Aunt Tiffany thought about it again, "Perhaps you know about me through the introduction of other customers."

"Do you want me to arrange a meeting for you?"

Aunt Tiffany shook her head and said, looking at the nephew who was planning to take over from her, she said, "We are butlers who never take the initiative to meet guests when they ask to meet them."

Gusfu nodded, of course he knew this, he just suspected that Aunt Tiffany had something to do with that Mr. Say more, just find a reason, and leave.

Watching the nephew leave, Aunt Tiffany seemed to be lost in some kind of contemplation. She subconsciously looked at the large artificial lake outside the rest area.

Although I don't have a customer whose name I have received is Dillins, but I don't know why, but I feel vaguely familiar with this name.

"Hey Tiffany, another game?"

At this time, a golfer sent an invitation, and Tiffany waved her hand, and then walked into the squash room again... It feels so good to be able to enjoy life like this at her age.

Every day is fine, fine.

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The menu cannot be changed. The chef of the restaurant decides what the daily menu is. At the same time, several different combinations of menus will be provided, but after the menu is decided, all the food on the table must be eaten.

This is the rule of this restaurant in the Alec Hotel—boss Luo and the maid were informed by the waiters when they entered the restaurant.

It's usually like this... The weirder the rules, the weirder the temper, the more people's curiosity will be aroused-the restaurant is overcrowded at this time.

There are still some free tables in the corner, but obviously the location is not very good, so no one cares about it.

"Hmm...it seems like it's a bit late." Luo Qiu said regretfully, but he still led the maid towards those unattended tables.

Just now.

"Two!"

Someone stopped the boss and the maid... The one who appeared in front of Boss Luo was Mr. Dillins, whom he had met for the fourth time.

He was sitting in a very nice place - an empty table, all by himself.

At this moment, Dillins was struggling to get himself up—he finally stood up with a friendly smile on his face, "You two, if you don't mind, why not enjoy today's lunch with me, just Treat it as a gift in return for giving me the room... please don't refuse."

The maid glanced at her master, and found that the master was also looking at her at this time, so she showed a nice smile.

Boss Luo looked at Di Linsi and said with a smile, "Of course."

Pulling out the chair and sitting down, Dillins finally sat down slowly, and then called the waiter to refill the pre-dinner white wine.

"Cheers to our acquaintance." Dillins was showing his boldness and hospitality when he was on the train.

It's just that he is not elegant, and seems to be so out of tune with everything here - because his voice is so loud, it makes others look sideways and look curiously.

It seems very impolite to interrupt someone from eating... But this Mr. Dillings' voice seems to be so loud.

In fact, he was just talking normally.

The wait staff quickly began taking orders from the impromptu crowd.While Boss Luo and the maid were still thinking about what to eat, Mr. Dillins had already figured out, "a bean stew, rice with truffle and red wine, lime goat with capers cream sauce, roast quail with cream egg rolls, braised lamb shank with red and orange sauce, and..."

Although this was a customer who didn't seem to care about cholesterol at all, the waiter hesitated a little when faced with Dillins' choice of dishes, "Sir, are you sure...all of these?"

"Sure." Dillins said with a smile: "Of course it's sure... Oh, yes, there is one last thing, which is to remind your Chef Berg to remember not to dip his fingers in the sauce when cooking. smell."

"...Yes, sir." After a moment of astonishment, the waiter quickly lowered his head and agreed.

Hell... How did this guest know about Chef Berg's bad habits?
He couldn't help looking at the man and woman next to him who were still considering the menu, and he was very worried that what Mr. Dillins said would affect their appetite at this time.

But in the end, he realized that he was still worrying too much—as if the couple hadn’t heard what Mr. Dillins said, they ordered some dishes naturally—naturally not as exaggerated as Mr. Dillins, but It is the weight of a normal person.

After the waiter took the order and left, Boss Luo looked around, and suddenly looked at Mr. Dillins curiously and said: "Mr. Dillins seems to be familiar with everything here, even the weird-tempered chef I know my habits."

Mr. Dillins just smiled casually, "Actually, I haven't been here for a long, long time... I remember that there was a special stage set up here before."

He pointed to the front, "This is the place. It used to be a small stage, and there was always a piano on it. Later, the business of the restaurant got better and better, and the number of guests in the restaurant increased. So we moved the stage It was dismantled to free up more places, and it became the semi-open box now."

"many years ago?"

"It's been 20 years?" Mr. Dillings thought for a while, then shook his head, "I don't remember clearly, my memory is not very good."

Boss Luo smiled and said, "It's enough to remember that there used to be a stage there."

Dillins looked at the young man strangely, but for some reason he agreed with his words in his heart, so he smiled and said: "Yes, sometimes I am afraid that I will forget that the stage once existed. Yes. Now that I think about it, I can still remember it. I am so lucky. So, sometimes, don’t complain about the unfairness of the world to you, because you never know when it gives you what you don’t know. care."

"Perhaps." Boss Luo nodded and raised his glass to Mr. Dillins.

Mr. Dillings is obviously a talkative person, but his conversation is obviously not comparable to that of a well-informed gentleman-on the contrary, what he talks about is some daily trivial things.

There is a heavy rain falling somewhere in England.

In fact, lamb knee meat is more delicious than lamb rib meat.

I heard that in China in the East, people would make pig knuckles into delicacy, which is really unbelievable.

Are chicken feet really edible?

Unknowingly, several waiters pushed the dishes up—Mr. Dillins ordered too much, so he needed to use the dining car and several waiters surrounded him to serve him.

Whenever a dish is opened in front of him, Mr. Dillins will show a very satisfied and surprised expression—he seems to have infinite expectations for it.

In other words, he has unimaginable expectations for everything—more appropriately, he is full of enthusiasm all the time.

However, the chef of the restaurant who was found out of his bad habits did not show up because of this—it is said that this chef would never come out to meet customers... Obviously, he did not break the rules because of Mr. Dillins. rule.

"This bastard, the dishes are still so delicious."

Occasionally, Mr. Dillings made such an impression—of course, as loudly as ever.

He may not really be suitable for the environment in this restaurant, but Boss Luo knows that Dillins at least really likes the dishes made by the chef.

"The taste is really good."

This is the evaluation of the maid after a taste... It is already an extremely high evaluation, Luo Qiu thought to himself.

After dinner, Dillins planned to invite Boss Luo and the maid to visit the artificial lake outside, but was rejected.

With a little disappointment, he left alone after paying the bill.

At this time, there were still many voices in the restaurant, and the guests were talking about something in their respective positions, either serious, or laughing again and again, and had a good conversation, but there was one less voice.

A free-spirited voice that was actually only slightly louder than theirs.

(End of this chapter)