Suburbs of London, Heathrow Airport.

After landing, a Gulfstream g550 private jet with the name of the rental company landed, it ended its taxiing and came to the apron.

Two black Rolls-Royce Phantoms happened to arrive, and the white driver cared for helping to open the door and stood respectfully beside the car with the hotel president.

The car is a commercial vehicle in the hotel, and most of the shares of the five-star hotel belong to a Chinese boss named Fan. There are three high-end cars like this in the hotel.

At this moment.

A middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance came down from the cabin. He was dressed in an ordinary manner and limped when walking. This was the sequelae of going into business to owed debts and being forced to break one leg by someone else.

It’s not very convenient to move, but it’s not as good as using crutches.

More than twenty years have passed, and the young boy who went south while impulsively has become an existence where photos can be printed on the cover of financial magazines. It has to be said that luck has made people feel bad. Thirty years from Hedong and Thirty years from Hexi.

The captain showed up in person to greet him, and the flight attendants were even more enthusiastic about the VIP customer. It was not until the middle-aged man, who was slightly lame, got off the bus with two bodyguards, that he returned to the cabin to pack up his things.

After simply registering the passport information, the two Rolls-Royces drove away from Heathrow Airport one by one.

Most of the time I saw that the boss who came to the UK from all the way was in a bad mood, so apart from saying hello, the Chinese general manager of the hotel who was traveling with me did not say much, and briefly explained the check-in information and itinerary.

The middle-aged man named Fan, who is Fan Liancheng's father, is named Fan Nanhua.

He is nearly fifty years old and has gained weight in middle age. He looks quite kind and has a certain temperament. At least the hotel manager who can make a living under his hands does not dare to speak at all at this moment.

Long-distance flights are inevitable to be tired. Boss Fan looked at his watch and it was just an old omega. At his level, he had already passed the need for external objects to set off and decorate his age. He asked in a plain tone:

"No, at most, go to a hotel to show off your face. It's just to inspect the business. Don't make too many arrangements for me. I'm here to do other things this time, and the time is tight."

"Okay boss, I'll help you push away any of you who can push me."

"Well, too, if I have a house here, I won't live in a hotel anymore. Anyway, the bastard of my family is unhappy to live there, so it's a waste to keep it. Has my son been to a hotel?"

"...I'm going to tell you, boss. I know Mr. Fan is studying in London and has given me a business card earlier, but I haven't called me once, let alone seen it in a hotel."

The hotel manager's words did not surprise Fan Nanhua. How could his father not know what his child's temper is. He happily said: "He has a tough temper, like me. He gives him pocket money regularly every month, never spends it once, and he relies on working alone to earn money. It seems that he really plans to make a clear relationship with me."

After weighing the words in a few seconds, the hotel manager named Wang smiled and said, "It's a good thing. I've seen too many rich and rich children from the bank. It's rare for such sensible people to be so sensible. They will definitely have a great future in the future!"

Even though he knew he was flattering, Fan's father still couldn't help laughing.

Then I thought about the number of times I met with the only one in my family over the years, but only with my hands. I knew very well that my son was very stubborn and couldn't help but worry.

After all, I am a son and I am not greedy for my own wealth, so it is difficult to discipline me...

After being hospitalized, nothing happened.

Fan Liancheng borrowed the hospital computer and successfully sent the paper he had already written to his supervisor and asked for two days off. As for work, he asked for leave from the boss, and the old man in the coffee shop agreed.

The next morning, Fan Liancheng couldn't wait to be discharged, and Miss Alexandra Dadario also chose to be discharged, asking the nurse to help with the discharge procedures.

A lot of medicines were sent with the bill. Because it was a private hospital or a double-person medical fee, Alexandra Dadario was shocked when he saw the bill because the total cost was as high as more than 8,000 pounds, including emergency fees, ambulance fees, as well as medications, treatments, wheelchairs and other expenses.

Fan Liancheng had already changed his clothes. Seeing Alexandra Dadario being slow and frowned at the bill, he could not guess that the money was embarrassed by her.

He asked calmly: "I thought being an actor is very profitable, you shouldn't..."

She raised her head with tears in her eyes: "I'm not Julia Roberts or Angelina Jolie. The agent has to take a commission. It's very expensive to sign up for an actor training class. It's very expensive to buy clothes and clean up these expenses. My parents can help me pay my bills, but if they know I'm having an accident here, I'll definitely be done when I go home. It's very likely that my holiday will be ruined."

"So, insurance company?"

"I have asked, when you were sleeping, they decisively refused to pay the compensation after they learned that I did not have a British motorcycle driver's license. I thought the medical expenses in the UK were really cheaper than those in the United States." She was quite desperate at this moment.

Fan Liancheng didn't give up and continued to remind him indirectly: "Credit card?"

"...It's about to explode, there should be more than 5,000 US dollars."

Smellingly from this conversation, Fan Liancheng immediately began to be worried.

He made money and didn't have much savings. He only saved more than 3,000 pounds when he was exhausted. He was preparing for emergency use, but he only had to pay the dormitory fee instead of the expensive rent outside.

The two looked at each other, as if they had guessed what the other person meant. Dadario said decisively: "If you have money, pay it first, and I will pay it back to you soon. I am determined to be a star. Believe me, I will definitely not ruin my reputation for this little money. My parents are both lawyers."

If a big man talked to Fan Liancheng like this, he would definitely refuse on the spot, but now he is a little soft-hearted and can't resist the other party's gaze attack.

Sighing inwardly, Fan Liancheng said helplessly: "Okay, my medical expenses can be reimbursed through the school's medical insurance. You can return your medical expenses to me at that time."

Seeing this, Dadario naturally agreed and said he was willing to give more compensation.

The nurse was right at the door and heard each other's conversation. Seeing the two of them being slow, they opened the door and said, "If you want to be discharged from the hospital, please hurry up, and there are still patients to check in next."

"Here you come."

Fan Liancheng brought his schoolbag when he went out.

The nurse thought that this poor boy was deceived by a beautiful girl and foolishly forced himself to make a move. More than 8,000 pounds were not a small amount of money, but she was not kind enough to remind him.

The money in his card was not enough, so Fan Liancheng took out his wallet and searched for a moment, handed over a credit card that he had not used for many years, and successfully scared the nurse in charge of collecting the money. He wasn't he the black gold centurion of American Express, and the little head on the card was quite iconic.

When Yuntong Company launched this card, Fan Liancheng's list was written in the first batch of customers, and he transferred to Fan Liancheng and filed a card in case he needed money outside.

Swipe the card to settle the procedures soon.

Dadario knew nothing about this and only regarded Fan Liancheng as an ordinary poor boy. In fact, he looked like a poor student on the surface.

Pushing out the wheelchair, Fan Liancheng wrote down his contact information and the address of the school dormitory. He felt that there was no way to let go, so he asked, "Where are you going next, hotel? It's hard to fly back to the United States like this. Do you have to stay in London until you recover?"

"It seems that this is the only way. I just quarreled with my father before going out. I didn't want to go home at all. I would rather stay in the hotel alone. This would be better. I am really grateful. I will definitely pay you back the treatment fee. If you have any questions, go and do it first, I can do it myself."

"Forget it, take you to the hotel and take a taxi on the roadside first. Where are you staying?"

"Really? Dylan, you are such a gentleman. I stayed in the Langham Hotel. I thought I would only have a week to enjoy it." Dadario said excitedly. If Fan Liancheng really left her alone, she would be stunned.

“…wait, the Langham Hotel next to Cavendish Square Garden?!”

"It should be true, what's wrong?"

“…”
Chapter completed!