Yao Lishun sent Mutian and Hu Ti to Dahua Apartment. He was afraid that the master would use the car, so he went back after giving a few instructions.
Dahua Apartment is a six-story building, which is nothing in Shanghai, but to Mu Tian and Hu Ti, the grandeur of the granite exterior walls alone is already thrilling.
They sighed and sighed, remembering that they were here to stay, stretched out their clothes and walked into the lobby.
It can't be said to be stunning, but the rich luxury is breathtaking.
Glowing marble floors and walls, crystal chandeliers as big as canopies, dim and three-dimensional lights, and faint music...
While the two were stunned, the front desk manager, a foreigner, came forward and asked in blunt Chinese: "Two gentlemen, how can I help you?"
The two of them were startled, and then Hu Ti bowed and said, "Oh, we want to live here."
Manager Yang immediately invited them to the reception desk with a smile on his face, "Please sit down. Thank you for liking our hotel. How can you stay here?"
Mu Tian thought, this foreigner is interesting. We have never been here before. How does he know that we like his hotel? Why do we still ask about staying, sleeping and eating? It couldn't be easier.
Manager Yang noticed their doubts and explained: "Gentlemen, this is an apartment hotel, just like living at home."
"Home?"
"Every home is equipped with a simple kitchen, so you can cook your own food. Of course, we also have a restaurant, which is on the third floor. How do you think you will live there?"
It's so annoying to ask such a stupid question again.
"There are only two of us, how do you think we should live there?" Mu Tian asked.
"Ah, sir, I think this is fine. An ordinary room is enough. It has a bedroom with two beds, a living room, and a kitchen. It is very suitable for two young gentlemen."
"Gentleman? What's wrong with our life experience? Does it have anything to do with where we live?" Hu Ti asked blankly.
Manager Yang didn't understand, and looked blankly at Hu Ti and then at Mu Tian, spreading his hands and shrugging.
"Have you never heard of a gentleman? It's the rich people in Peng County who call him that in public." Mu Tian leaned into Hu Ti's ear and explained in a low voice.
Hu Ti rolled his eyes at Mu Tian.
"Just come to this one." Mu Tian said decisively.
"That's great, your decision is very wise." Manager Yang said with a bright smile, "Whether you rent monthly or daily, of course, the monthly rental will be cheaper, and the longer the rental period, the more cost-effective it will be."
“What about the daily rent, what about the monthly rent?”
"This kind of apartment is usually rented on a monthly basis, and rarely on a daily basis. The daily rent is one yuan and a half a day."
"What?" Hu Ti was furious when he heard the rent. His voice was high and long.
Mu Tian glared at Hu Ti, probably because he thought he was making a fuss.
Manager Yang also heard that Hu Ti thought the rent was expensive, "Our apartment is the oldest hotel in Shanghai. Many celebrities have stayed here. There are writers, financiers, industrialists, and generals. They come here
When in Shanghai, this is usually my first choice. By the way, your interim president also lived here. It’s true.” He said a lot of words sincerely.
"Hey, foreign devils, which one of us do you think we are?"
Hu Ti looked at Mu Tian blankly: How could anyone call someone "foreign devil" to his face?!
Sure enough, the foreign manager's face lost the smile he had just now. "I am an Englishman, a foreigner," he said sternly, "I am not called a Japanese. Only Japanese are called Japanese."
Mu Tian spread his hands and shrugged.
Wow, this is a slow learner.
"We were introduced by Miss Ji. She said there was a discount." Mu Tian felt that Hu Ti's words were a bit abrupt, so he took out Ji Ruoxi's business card and handed it to Manager Yang.
Manager Yang took the business card, glanced at it, and immediately put on a smile again.
"Okay, Miss Ji, that's very good. You should have told me earlier. The daily rent is one yuan and two, and the monthly discount is larger, two hundred and forty yuan."
Two hundred and four? This is a small courtyard house that can be rented for half a year in Peng County!
"No face, no face to Miss Ji. Let's rent it for one year, or less." Mu Tian said flatly.
When the foreign manager heard about the annual rent, his eyes shone again, but when he heard that it was even less, he took his business card and looked at it carefully.
"You Chinese value face, but our company has regulations." The foreign manager's tone contained a heavy layer of helplessness.
“Face is more important, or rules are more important?”
"Sir, it's like this. I personally respect your ranking of face, but as the manager here, the company's regulations are more important. I need to have a phone call with Miss Ji."
"Then hurry up, I'm waiting to go in and go to bed. The train has been making a lot of noise all night long. Hurry up." Hu Ti waved his hands impatiently.
Manager Yang dialed Ji Ruoxi's phone number, briefly and respectfully explained the whole story, nodded repeatedly, and handed the phone to Mu Tian.
"Miss Ji, please listen."
Mu Tianbai turned to Manager Yang and took the call.
Mu Tian was surprised by a series of things that happened when he came to Shanghai, but he was still familiar with the phone number. Because Mu Shangyun opened a sewing club, he mostly dealt with dignitaries and ladies in mansions and compounds, and was indispensable for receiving and delivering goods.
, having a phone is much more convenient.
Mu Shangyun was one of the first people in Peng County to install a telephone.
On the phone, Ji Ruoxi told Mu Tian: Sign an annual rent contract, and the fees will be settled monthly. And with her guarantee, the monthly rent has been reduced to 180 yuan. More importantly, if there is no annual rent, the French Concession's residence permit
It can't be done.
After hearing this, Mu Tian felt that this condition was acceptable. He felt that two young men could not earn rent for a month? So he covered the receiver, added Ji Ruoxi's meaning, added his own understanding, and whispered it into Hu Ti's ear.
.
"You have the final say." Hu Ti rolled his eyes and said thoughtfully.
Mu Tian thanked Ji Ruoxi and returned the phone to Manager Yang.
Manager Yang confirmed Ji Ruoxi's intention again, hung up the phone, took out the contract from the drawer and handed it to Mu Tian.
"Ding."
The sound of the elevator.
A tall man in his thirties, wearing a suit and leather shoes, with oily hair and a pink face, walked out of the elevator with an unlit cigar in his hand.
Behind him was a man of about fifty years old in a long coat, carrying two suitcases, one large and one small.
Manager Yang looked at the elevator entrance and stood up immediately, "Please read the contract first." Then he ran to the elevator and said, "Mr. Xia, are you leaving? Are you satisfied with your stay?" He added, "Butler Geng.
good."
Mr. Xia's name is Xia Qiuyan, also known as Han. He is a well-known writer in Beijing and Shanghai. The butler Geng who is carrying the box is called Geng Yibiao, and he is the butler of Qiao Shikuan, the Shanghai department store boss.
"I miss you." Xia Qiuyan said leisurely, shaking the cigar in his hand.
"What did Mr. Xia say?" Manager Yang obviously didn't understand what Xia Qiuyan said and asked a little rudely.
“The hotel is very good, I will miss it in the future.”
Manager Yang's face shone again: "As long as you like it. Thank you." Then he said to Geng Yibiao, "Please come with me to go through the check-out procedures. Is it still a check?"
Mu Tian and Hu Ti read the contract together. When Manager Yang came back, they threw the contract on the table, folded their hands in front of their chests, straightened their bodies, and tilted their heads towards Manager Yang, "That's it."
Manager Yang was still smiling, "Okay, okay. Please wait a moment, I will check out this gentleman first."
Mu Tian withdrew his lower body and tilted his body in the same way.
Geng Yibiao was from Shanghai, not to mention working as a housekeeper in the wealthy Qiao Mansion. He was naturally superior to others, so how could he bear the contempt of others. He looked at Mu Tian from feet to top, squinting his eyes.
"Jiangbei guy! Boom."
Geng Yibiao's heart was filled with disdain.
His hometown is Suzhou Prefecture. Generally speaking, men in Suzhou are a little taller than women. Even though Geng Yibiao is close to 1.7 meters, he still has to look up to Mu Tian, who is over 1.8 meters tall.
Mu Tian looked at Geng Yibiao and curled his lips with a smile.
When Geng Yibiao fixed his eyes, the muscles on his face immediately froze, then he shivered all over, and both the suitcases in his hands fell to the ground. He leaned his right hand on his chest, pointed at Mu Tian with his trembling index finger, and his lips trembled.
"Little, little..."
Seeing him like this, Mu Tian's eyes widened and he stood up.