Chapter 393： :bona fide

Quan Zhiyuan and Gao Liumizhi chatted for a few words before leaving.

Seeing the joyful, unsteady Quan Zhiyuan bouncing away, the smile on the latter's face gradually faded, and he walked back to the front desk, took out a small book from his pocket, with a black cover, and When I opened it, there was a lot of dense writing, but there was one written in Chinese that was very eye-catching.

"The so-called hard work, in the eyes of some people, is just a game..."

This sentence has a very sad tone, without the vigor of young people, and at the bottom of this page, Jeon Ji-won's name, as well as personal information such as hobbies, zodiac signs, etc., are written. Next, and write "I like handsome guys".

She is the front desk of the gym, but she is also responsible for collecting some guests' personal hobbies.

This allows my store to seize the opportunity in the increasingly tense customer competition. Only by understanding customers can I serve customers better. If I like handsome guys, then I will introduce handsome personal trainers to Quan Zhiyuan in the future.

Gao Liumeizhi was still hesitating, whether to go to the owner of the back just now and ask him to be a personal trainer...

Working as a personal trainer in this high-end gym can earn a lot of money. If you are willing to sacrifice a little bit, you can earn even more.

Korea takes the capital route, and this society is the most popular. Aren't the so-called ducks just a bunch of successful people who want to take shortcuts?

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Tang Dao hummed a ditty, put on a suit and a crimson tie.

"Boss, the buyer made an appointment at La Yeon Luo Yan." Wu Lihui said beside him, he shaved his crew cut, looking very fresh and capable, and said with a smile, "This is one of the two Michelin restaurants in Seoul. "

"This grade is quite high."

Tang Dao teased that the buyer who resold chips chose a Michelin restaurant too high-profile. The only explanation is that the other party's social status is very high, and he doesn't even bother to go to that kind of hidden tavern.

"Jack later, you will be in charge of handing over to him. I'll check later to see which side it is from."

"Okay, boss."

Tang Dao smoothed his suit, satisfied with the reflection in the mirror, with his right hand in his pocket, "Let's go!"

He didn't come to Korea with much fanfare this time. Apart from a few confidantes, he brought three bodyguards. It is still very safe in Seoul, and he is here to discuss business, not to make trouble. He brought so many people What are you doing?

I rented a slightly higher-end Mercedes-Benz W126 model locally, which looks very impressive and is very suitable for business people.

LaYeon is located in Shilla Hotel. This hotel has a profound background. It opened in 1979 and is a five-star hotel affiliated to the Samsung Group.

Not only can various conferences and business activities be held here, but it also provides top-notch facilities and services in various fields such as shopping, food, and leisure. The Shilla Hotel Seoul has a total of 464 guest rooms, 7 restaurants, 13 banquet halls, fitness center, indoor and outdoor swimming pools, SPA, famous brand stores and other supporting facilities. The main thing is that the hotel is so politically influential that it is even listed as a major hospitality hotel.

Therefore, when Tang Dao and his party got off the car, the first thing they saw was the security guards in straight suits and the brightly dressed staff, and they welcomed them in very enthusiastically. Meet at La Yeon Luo Yan, just ahead to lead the way.

The whole hotel exudes a breath of trenches.

It's not the kind of resplendent look, but it embodies wealth everywhere.

It was past three o'clock in the afternoon, and LaYeon Luoyan hadn't started dinner yet. There were only a few tables. In the corner, a young man in a white suit was struggling with the steak. There was a bottle of Lafite on the table, and he was simply blowing at the mouth of the bottle. This posture was like a starving ghost who hadn't eaten for a long time.

The staff and other diners glanced at it nonchalantly, but no one jumped out to laugh. After all, who stipulated that Michelin can’t eat like this?

Don't come in disheveled?

It's just a group of so-called high-quality class used to select dining partners, and they still talk about freedom. If they are really free, they can go to high-end hotels in big pants. , The former dragon slaying warrior has also become a dragon.

"Boss, it should be him." Xiao Ma saw the token on the table, a glass of untouched sake.

"Go and have a look."

Tang Dao raised his chin slightly, motioning for him to go over, while he found another place to sit down.

"Sir, what do you want?" The waiter came over and asked, bending over. His fluent English was eye-catching, with a New York accent. Because of some special political reasons, English here is more popular than Korean. .

Tang Dao took the menu, but he kept looking at Jack from the corner of his eye, and said casually, "Have a bottle of 1982 Lafite and wake up for half an hour."

"I'm sorry sir, we are a specialty Korean cuisine spot." The waiter still smiled and said softly.

"Uh?"

Tang Dao looked back and looked at the menu above, including English and Korean, but the pictures were very clear, most of them were kimchi?

Kimchi can also make tofu?

These Michelin tires are really expensive, not right.

Tang Dao didn't have much interest in kimchi, so he gave Wu Lihui the menu casually, left a sentence and ordered casually, and then observed the opposite side.

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Brother Xiao Ma glanced at Tang Dao behind him, saw the boss nodding to him, and tapped the table of the man in the white suit with his left hand. The man raised his head in doubt. It was an Asian face. Unknown.

"Excuse me, Mr. Zhang?"

The other party looked at Brother Xiao Ma up and down, took out a piece of paper, wiped his mouth, "African guest?" He raised his hand, motioning for him to sit down.

This Mr. Zhang was very polite, pointing to the delicacies in front of him, "Do you need me to bring you some?"

Brother Xiao Ma waved his hand, "You're welcome." He leaned back slightly, mainly for the bad breath when the other party breathed, frowned, and held his breath for a while, "Let's talk about business." After hesitating for a while, he still Lean forward a little and get closer, "Can you eat that batch?"

"You have nothing to do with Mr. Gen." Mr. Zhang said with a smile, "As long as you see the goods, the money will be yours, and it is inconvenient to disclose the rest."

This is still very vigilant. After all, the less people know about the business of smuggling, the better. The police in Korea are very sharp.

Brother Xiao Ma tapped his fingers on the table, glanced at Tang Dao in the distance, nodded slightly, and the latter also blinked at him.

"Somali ship, number: 78791, will berth at the port the day after tomorrow, bring money with you."

Brother Xiao Ma got up after leaving these words, and instead of walking towards Tang Dao, he walked out the door directly.

Mr. Zhang continued to use up the delicacies on the table in a slow manner. After putting the money on the table, he picked up the umbrella at his feet and left calmly.

"Sir, do you need to investigate this person?" Wu Lihui asked, ready to move.

"Calm down, calm down. There's no need to scare the snake away. We are businessmen. What we want is cooperation, not maliciousness. Just wait." Tang Dao shook his head. The purpose of his coming to Korea was to see how big the business of his partners here is. If it's too small, there's no need to take the risk yourself.

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