Hakone Onsen Town, southeast of Honshu Island, Japan.
Here everywhere green peaks are arched, the streams are murmuring, the forests are dotted with residential monuments, the snow top of Mount Fuji can be seen in the distance, and the cherry blossoms can be seen in the near distance, a picturesque scenery of "white clouds around the mountains, clear spring stones upstream".
Today, the Yunohana Prince Hotel is being bought by a mysterious rich man today.
IA11Y's liaison in Japan came to the door with a check and a letter saying that he was going to have a huge red wine arty here.
The rooms at the Prince Hotel were fully booked a month ago, and although looking at the long string of O on the check like a proud tail, the boss was thrilled but couldn't accept it, so he had to politely refuse.
Because today is the opening day of the Beaujolais Wine Festival in France, as the Asian country with the world's largest consumption of Beaujolais wine, the venue of the branch venue in Japan is set in Hakone, the hot spring town, and Beaujolais wine lovers from all over the world flock to fill all the hot spring hotels in Hakone.
"You don't have to worry, none of the guests who book will come to pick up the room."
The Elite Club's personal liaison didn't blink an eyelid, like a housewife picking up a cabbage in the wet market: "Our Elite Club has contacted those guests one by one, and each guest will receive a round-trip return flight to Beaujolais, France, including a free seven-day trip to Paris and a £5,000 shopping subsidy."
So, these guests won't come. ” The soup house owner's eyes were round, he quickly took out the list of scheduled guests, looked through them carefully, and then pointed to two of the names and said, "Aren't these two guests coming too?"
The liaison glanced at the Japanese on the roster, which read: Hiroyuki Fujiwara, President of XX Co., Ltd., and Shintaro Ishihara, Governor of Tokyo.
He smiled slightly: "These two guests will arrive, but he is our boss's guest." ” The soup house owner's eyes widened again, and his eyeballs looked like they were about to fall to the floor.
However, he had heard of the Elite Club, a legendary club of the world's richest founded by members of the British royal family, with members from various countries and regions, and a large number of them were world entertainment stars, business tycoons, and political dignitaries.
For example, Madonna, Rolling Stone frontman Mick Jagger, famous British movie star Gwyneth Paltrow, and socialite Paris Hilton are also members of the group.
Their slogan is: nothing is impossible, only the unthinkable.
From shopping and booking flights, to moon landing or dining with members of the British royal family, as long as members want to do it, as long as they are willing to spend money, the elite club will make proper arrangements for them.
"Here's our guest list."
The liaison handed over a long list.
The owner of the soup house took a look, and in addition to celebrities in Japanese politics and business, there are also many stars in the entertainment industry, and even geisha and girl sy groups are among them.
Such a complex and disparate composition of guests made the boss an eye-opener.
"Forgive me for taking the liberty of what kind of guest this guest is" The boss couldn't help his curiosity, but he had to hide it: "I know that we shouldn't ask about the identity of the guest, but the identity of the guest is of great benefit to us for targeted preparation, please forgive me." ” He bowed deeply to show his uneasiness at his presumptuousness.
"He's an aristocrat, he lives in Europe all the year round, and you can see him as an Englishman."
The liaison stood up and bowed to the boss as well, "As for the rest, you don't need to ask too clearly. ” It's already four o'clock in the afternoon, but the Yuhana Prince Hotel, the most famous hot spring in Hakone, is brightly lit and full of people.
The red wine arty began.
Ten thousand bottles of Beaujolais wine were poured into the hot springs, dyeing the water bright red, like a pool of blood in hell.
As the only AOC red wine in France that is produced and drunk in the same year, Beaujolais Nouvelle is a delicacy in the French wine world for people with global tastes, only for those who truly love and understand wine.
It's tradition, it's fashion.
Huge barrels are set up on wooden shelves and placed in each place, and guests dressed in swimsuits or kimonos can reach out and unscrew the valves on the barrels at any time to pour themselves a glass of fruity Beaujolais wine.
In some of the hotel's rooms, the freshest sashimi arrives from the Tsukiji Market that day, including blue lobster from the English Channel and bluefin tuna from the western Pacific Ocean, where they are cut and served to guests under the skillful knife skills of Japanese chefs.
Old Habs buried his head in the water, and after five minutes he took a big breath, the rich Beaujolais wine mixed with mineral-rich thermal water, steamed by fifty or sixty degrees of water, and the surrounding mist was filled with refreshing fruity aromas.
There are a few SY girls around, some are dressed up in Hatsune Miku, some are dressed up in Kuroiwa, and there are also Charles, Sakura, Tsukino Hare, Shiranui Mai, Tifa, Asuka and so on The girl's giggles made the old man very happy, although he was a hundred years old, but Mr.
Habs did not see many signs of aging, his head was snow-white, but his skin was much more delicate than that of the average old man, there were not too many wrinkles, and the most important one was that there were no age spots that made him the most disgusting.
The old man "cheers" raised his glass, took a big sip of red wine with his teenage sisters, and chased him through the hot springs with a water gun in his hand.
"Mr.
Habs," a waiter walked to the edge of the pool, holding a silver platter with a mobile phone on it.
"Uh" Seeing the mobile phone on it, the old Habs shook his head and sighed, "Work is like a ghost," he sighed.
After saying goodbye to the little girls one by one, the old Habs reluctantly left the hot spring pool, picked up the phone and stepped aside.
"Who" "Finch."
"Ah Finch, my old friend, what time are you there, five o'clock or four o'clock in the morning, I didn't say you, work is work, life is for enjoyment, life is not only about work."
"It's urgent, I have to bother you."
Finch said, "I'm five o'clock here." ” "Finch, if you don't have a good reason, I think you'll have to pay me a wine arty, and when it's time to entertain, a work call is the most disruptive kind of harassment."
He put a kimono over his body, lay down in a wooden chair, glanced at the snow on the top of Mount Fuji in the distance, and said in a complaining tone.
"The situation is more troublesome, and it's complicated, and the Sky Curtain Company has been invaded tonight."
Finch said on the phone, "I think Mr.
Ross will seize this opportunity early this morning and make it difficult for me, so I have to show you something before then."
This was done not only for the sake of the canopy, but also for Long Yun. ” "The Sky Curtain Company was invaded by Finch, aren't you very confident in the Sky Eye System" Old Habs said with some regret: "Although Ross is my housekeeper, however, he is also a vice chairman of the Board of Supervisors, if he finds a suitable reason, I can't intervene to stop it." ” "Mr.
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Habs, I have sent a report to your personal mailbox, and I hope that you will return to your room, open your mailbox, and look at it, no matter how busy you are now."
Finch said, "I think you'll have enough reasons to stop Rose from attacking Long Yun after reading it." ” "Ah Ross wants to attack Long Yun" Old Habs snorted, deliberately avoiding the question: "I don't think it's as serious as you think, that Chinese, just a mixed race, Ross, as the big butler of the four major families, shouldn't depreciate his identity, right?"
On the other end of the phone, Finch obviously heard Habs's tone of not wanting to meddle in this matter, so he said: "Any decision, Mr.
Habs, please read the email, I believe that after reading it, you will have a new opinion on this matter." ” "What did you give me?"
said old Habs, for Finch was not the kind of person who was shocked by the slightest moment, and it was clear that the so-called report was important.
"It's a genetic test report.
Long Yun's. ”: