City center, Liuta Hotel.

The brilliant crystal chandelier shed soft light, illuminating the entire hall.

In the luxurious sofa area, Cui Min was sitting comfortably on one of the sofas, drinking tea and looking outside from time to time. There was a trace of tiredness in his eyes, but more of expectation and concentration.

The position where he sits is also facing the door, so that he can easily greet distinguished guests from afar at any time.

The three words Cui Minzheng seem to be a South Korean name, but he is an authentic Chinese. Just because he is a Korean from the Northeast, his name has some Korean meanings.

In fact, it should be that the names of South Koreans have been Chineseized. There is an undisputed historical root in it, but the South Koreans themselves refuse to admit it.

"Hello."

A guest walked into the lobby, as if he was about to check into the hotel. The girl on duty at the front desk smiled professionally and said hello.

Cui Minzheng glanced at the visitor casually and felt that he looked familiar. He seemed to be an agent. His name was Yin Zaiyou.

It has many artists, the most popular of which is the former HOT boy group, which includes some big stars such as An Qixuan.

This man was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and his face looked sunny and warm, but there was an evil nature in his eyes that was not easy to detect. He looked gentle on the surface, but his arrogance could not be concealed in his gestures.

According to the adjectives used in Chinese cultural thought, he looks like a hypocrite.

If you judge based on the popular words translated on the Internet, this person seems to be a pretentious criminal.

Choi Min-jae has been deeply involved in the film and television copyright and advertising business circles in South Korea for many years, and he knows the entertainment industry ecology here well.

In China, most agents live behind the scenes, and ordinary people pay very little attention to them, almost none.

However, in South Korea, the situation is completely different. Managers are often active in public places, supporting their artists, promoting them, and promoting them.

South Korean artists are docile on the surface, but they are very crazy privately. But as everyone knows, the person who is more arrogant than the artists is their manager.

The arrogant style of South Korean artists in private is largely influenced by the arrogant style of their managers.

Because managers have a huge scope of rights, they control almost everything about artists, from work affairs to personal life, and even the artist's family relationships.

It is no exaggeration to say that South Korean artists have completely become puppets of their respective managers.

And this class relationship, under the capital operation of South Korea's entertainment industry, is as unbreakable as an iron wall.

Therefore, seeing Yin Zaiyou's arrogant demeanor and behavior, Cui Minzheng had long been accustomed to it and didn't take it to heart, so he quickly looked away.

"Book the presidential suite in 8608."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cui Minzheng and the girl at the front desk were startled at the same time.

Cui Minzheng frowned and turned to look at Yin Zaiyou's back.

At the same time, the girl at the front desk and Cui Minzheng looked at each other, and then said in a sweet voice: "Sir, I'm sorry, this presidential room has been reserved."

"Really?" Yin Zaiyou had a nonchalant look on his face, and then he slowly took out a gold card from his suit pocket and put it on the table: "It's just a reservation, and I haven't checked in yet. Let's communicate."

He took out a hotel gold card to show his dignity.

Seeing this, Cui Minzheng put down the teacup in his hand, placed it gently on the coffee table, then stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked to the front desk with steady steps.

When the girl at the front desk saw him moving, she shut up and swallowed what she was about to say, and glanced directly in his direction.

Seeing this scene, Yin turned half of his body to the right, turned his head and looked at Cui Minzheng.

"I'm sorry, this is the room I reserved." Cui Minzheng came over with a faint smile.

Yin Zaiyou was stunned for a moment. He never expected that the person sitting in the living room would be the person who booked the room, which caught him off guard.

He reacted quickly, looked slightly stunned, stretched out a hand, and said with a chuckle: "Hello, I am Yin Zaiyou, a professional manager. My artist will be arriving soon. This room 8608 is our permanent residence."

In order for my artists to spend the night in a familiar environment, can you make it more convenient?"

Cui Minzheng shook his head inwardly. Even though he knew about the arrogance of South Korean managers, he had never experienced such arrogance in person.

Look at what you said. In order for your artist to have a familiar environment to spend tonight, let me come and make it easier?

Do I know you? Why do you want me to do this for you?

Besides, your artist needs a good environment to spend the night, but my guests don’t need it?

Not only is this crazy, it is simply unreasonable to say such words casually in front of strangers.

"Sorry, I also have my distinguished guests." Cui Minzheng didn't want to waste any more words with him, so he politely declined and gave the other party a kind smile.

But in Yin Zaiyou's eyes, this made him lose face, especially when the two beauties at the front desk glanced at him, which made him feel embarrassed and a little angry.

Our own artist An Qixuan met a team of Chinese artists at the airport. Not only was he ridiculed by the other party, but some of the people in the team he arranged to pick up the airport were also attracted by the two Chinese artists, causing the personnel to be diverted.

How abominable!

The airport pick-up team he hired with his own money actually benefited those Chinese people whom he always hated.

Coupled with the humiliation of his own artist, these two irritating factors were superimposed, and he had to find his place at all costs in order to relieve the hatred in his heart.

In Gwangju, the only hotel with the corresponding qualifications that can accommodate international tourists is the Ryota Hotel in the city center.

If you want to settle in other hotels, you need to go to the relevant local departments to go through complicated procedures.

The group of Chinese people arrived so late that they would definitely not have time to go through the formalities, so they would most likely have no choice but to stay in this hotel.

I learned from An Qixuan that those two Chinese artists were very popular in their home country.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In this case, most of them will choose to stay in the presidential suite.

In order to verify this guess, he called the manager of the hotel to confirm. Sure enough, the room was booked.

The presidential suite in this hotel is very expensive, and few people usually pay attention to it. Most tourists are reluctant to spend the money, and wealthy guests may not be willing to choose such a large suite, unless they are in a larger group.

He came here with the mentality of giving it a try. When he first learned that the room was reserved, he was not sure whether his judgment was correct. He just wanted to grab this room with the idea that he would rather kill by mistake than let it go.

Got it.

But seeing Cui Minzheng in front of him, he immediately confirmed his suspicion that this presidential suite was most likely reserved for that group of Chinese people.

Although Chinese and South Koreans both have Asian faces, they have significant differences in appearance and temperament.

In his opinion, South Koreans are confident and sunny, while most Chinese people have low self-esteem and are timid.

This is the case for the person in front of me. He has already made it clear that he wants to occupy this room, but the other person is still smiling politely. What is this if not inferiority and cowardice?

He couldn't understand the elegance and easy-goingness contained in Chinese culture.

In his opinion, whenever faced with such a situation of face-to-face competition, the South Koreans will definitely fight for their reasons and never give in, instead of being as weak as the Chinese in front of them.

He determined that the person in front of him was a Chinese, and he was probably one of the people from the Chinese team who came to book the hotel room in advance.

"Call your manager." After Yin Zaiyou confirmed that this person was Chinese, he immediately lost his tentative smile before, his attitude became tougher, and he directly ordered to the front desk. In his opinion, who always looked down on Chinese people,

Saying another word to the person in front of you is a waste of time.

The two girls at the front desk were stunned when they saw how quickly Yin Zaiyou changed his face. Then they looked at Cui Minzheng cautiously. It seemed that Cui Minzheng was the real big shot.

Call the manager?

Just for a room?

What's this thing about?

Cui Minzheng was really speechless. Although he had been in South Korea for a long time, he still had Chinese thoughts. He could only comment on this situation with the words "Reality is often more absurd and bizarre than TV dramas."

Yin Zaiyou glanced at Cui Minzheng. The other person's silent and non-argument attitude made him feel happy, and he felt that he had finally regained some face.

In the land of Gwangju, in terms of personal connections, there are many people who are stronger than him, but they are definitely not Chinese.

Moreover, seeing Cui Minzheng picking up his cell phone as if he was about to make a call, he guessed that the other party was probably asking the Chinese team what to do?

However, things often develop unexpectedly.

There is a saying that when people are too conceited, they are often slapped in the face.

"Don't call the manager." Cui Minzheng handed him the phone.

Yin Zaiyou was stunned, what is this?

"This is President Liuta Li's phone number. You probably don't have it, right?" Cui Minzheng changed his politeness and politeness, and said with a cold expression on his expressionless face: "I have it here. You can call me."

Give him a call and ask who owns the presidential suite today."

Yin Zaiyou was shocked, and glanced at the phone book on the screen of the mobile phone that was handed to him. The name "President Li" was clearly listed, and a look of disbelief flashed across his eyes.

President Li is the big boss of the national chain of Ryota Hotels in South Korea.

What's particularly important is that someone who can open a hotel in such a prime location in the city center is an ordinary big boss.

Maybe the agency behind him can talk to such a person on an equal footing, but the person who is qualified to talk to him is definitely not his manager.

But how could the Chinese in front of me have such connections?

This is South Korea. How can a Chinese have such a profound background here?

This must be fake, right?

Although he had such doubts in his heart, Yin Zaiyou did not dare to question it easily. If this was true, then he would be asking for trouble.

Moreover, he knew that making fun of big people was a stupid act that would lead to death, but at this moment, he really couldn't believe the facts in front of him, it was really changing too fast.

"No, excuse me." Yin Zaiyou changed his face again, turned around and left in embarrassment, and the two beauties looked at him with an inexplicable and playful look, which made him want to find a hole to crawl in.
To be continued...