There are many hotels on the prosperous Nanjing West Road in Shanghai, but this one is as dignified as a mountain, with timeless quality. Every brick and tile seems to tell the legend of the past. This is the Portman Hotel.
As the only platinum five-star hotel in Shanghai and one of only three platinum five-star hotels in China, last year, US President Clinton and his delegation of more than 1,200 people stayed at the Portman Hotel, almost moving the entire White House into the hotel.
From last year to this year, the Portman Hotel was the most popular hotel in Shanghai!
At around three o'clock in the afternoon, a Mercedes-Benz slowly stopped in front of the hotel. In the cold wind, a snow-white and round leg stretched out to greet the young waiter in concierge clothes who was waiting next to him. He quickly stepped forward and put his head on the roof of the car.
Gently closing the car door, he took the ten-dollar tip from the other party and said politely, "Thank you."
This is a foreign woman about thirty years old. She is tall and has exquisite makeup. She exudes a delicate fragrance. The smell of this kind of high-end perfume is familiar to the young waiter. Many female guests' perfumes smell very good.
More and more, they also realize that perfume also represents a person's taste and identity.
"Lijia Pavilion?" The woman actually spoke Chinese fluently.
"Invite you this way." The waiter's service was more thorough, and he handed her over to the lobby manager who came to greet her, and he returned to the door.
Although the winter in Shanghai was cold, the air was not dry and had a sense of humidity. He politely walked among the guests coming in and out, rubbing his cold face from time to time.
"Hello, where is Lijia Pavilion?"
The same blond woman has fair skin, but she is about forty years old, but her temperament is the same. A light fragrance drifts into the waiter's nostrils with the wind. This fragrance is very soft, but it is far away. Even if a woman
Far away, it seems that the fragrance has been around me for a long time.
"Stand still, stand still, your bones are not as heavy as three ounces." Seeing his appearance, a supervisor gently scolded him.
The waiter immediately stood up, rubbed his nose, and sneezed. It was really strange this afternoon. This was a time when there were few customers, but in the past half hour, several people came in one after another.
Women, every woman smells good. Although the fragrance is different and the beauty is different, all of them have elegant temperament. At first glance, they look like white-collar workers from big companies.
"Stand your post and don't get involved in personal matters." The supervisor warned, but another woman got out of the car, and a smile immediately appeared on his face, "Are you going to Lijia Pavilion?"
The woman who got off the car was stunned and nodded slightly.
The waiter looked at the supervisor and smiled, but the supervisor stared at the woman's back and said, "This is not appropriate. Let the manager know about this."
As he spoke, his pace slowed down. In the parking lot, a man stepped out of a brand new Buick New Century. He was wearing a decent black suit, a white plaid shirt, and his hair was neatly combed back.
He gently adjusted his cuffs and walked towards the door.
"Lijia Pavilion."
"Sir, please come this way." The hotel's beautiful waiter immediately guided me.
"This has no fragrance." The waiter sniffed his nose vigorously.
"You are a dog, is this a man?" The supervisor quickly walked in and picked up the phone at the front desk.
Lijia Court, the executive lounge of Portman Hotel.
Shi Jiao, the director of the hotel's public relations department, walked in, his high heels stepping on the carpet silently. The Lijia Pavilion was not busy in the afternoon. Amidst the soft music, there were usually only two or three guests sitting there. Now there are more than a dozen guests.
, she noticed that these ten guests were sitting in different seats, but all of them had exquisite makeup and high-end clothing. The aroma here was also stronger, and she could no longer tell how many flavors the aroma had.
At this time, Peng Bo also walked into Lijia Pavilion. He noticed her first, smiled softly and nodded. Shi Jiao also nodded to him. He saw her upturned eyes, flaming red lips, and a pair of big silver earrings.
Set off by the bun that is carefully pulled back on the head, the decent OL outfit outlines the shape of the figure. The black silk on her beautiful legs is particularly eye-catching. Duanduan is a stunner!
This kind of beauty is suitable for all ages!
Shi Jiao's eyes were filled with smiles. She looked at the young man in front of her. He seemed to be very young, but his eyes were as calm as water. He also had a good figure. A decent suit made his figure even taller.
"Hello, I am Wu Qianyu, the producer of Pengbo Star List. Who are you?" A girl with short hair bent down and approached a woman. The foreign woman in her forties stood up with a busy smile and handed over a
A business card, "I am a representative of Mary Kay, and this is my business card."
"Okay, please do it over there. Mr. Peng is waiting for you over there." Wu Qianyu said with a smile. She walked to another woman and repeated the conversation just now.
Shi Jiao was even more curious. She knew that Mary Kay is a high-end direct-selling cosmetic product in the world. With its expensive and elegant temperament in the American market, it is the first choice product for American white-collar workers. It was also the first cosmetic product to be featured in the New York Times.
She also knows that the tide of history has given birth to many successful business leaders, but no business leader has such a unique charm as the founder of Mary Kay Company - Ms. Mary Kay Ash.
A female leader went abroad eight times for interviews, and finally invited Mrs. Mary Kay. Last year, Mrs. Mary Kay made a special trip from the United States to China, and the female leader even met with her in person.
She looked at Mr. Peng, whom the girl said, and he was sitting quietly in a corner. This was a quiet corner in Lijia Pavilion, with several sofas and two coffee tables, much like a small conference room.
As the women walked over, he was exchanging business cards with several foreign women in a graceful manner. As the foreign women introduced themselves, Avon, Arden, Shiseido, Guerlain, Dior, Lanco, Estee Lauder, Chanel...
Each name exploded in Shi Jiao's heart!
Every name is the favorite of women, the favorite of women all over the world. So many world-famous cosmetics companies gathered in the Executive Lounge of Portman Hotel, which aroused her curiosity.
The fragrance in the air has greatly outshined the fragrance of Lijia Pavilion, but there are also many smells that Shi Jiao is familiar with, including the Lancôme she uses herself!
This man? Who is he?
Her eyes fell on Peng Bo again, he was Mr. Peng! This was a mysterious man, but today, Shi Jiao was determined to solve him.
Peng Bo was still shaking hands with the women sitting over him one after another and exchanging business cards. "Peng Bo, the chief researcher of Forbes China, the chief reporter of Time China, and the publisher of this star list." He introduced himself with a smile.
Rich list, real estate list?
Many guests have mentioned these two lists, and of course they have also mentioned the mysterious man behind the lists. Shi Jiao is no stranger. He is the person who is called the master of the lists?!
Shi Jiao quietly sat down in the corner, and a waiter immediately brought a cup of coffee. She gently stirred the coffee and listened quietly to their conversation.
"What to order?" Peng Bo was asking politely over there.
One, two, three... Shi Jiao quickly counted, no more, no less, ten women.
"Lemon tea."
"coffee."
"White water."
…
No one ordered drinks. This is a place to drink, but this is not the time to drink.
Delicious and exquisite snacks were served, but no one took action. Everyone was watching Peng Bo quietly.