Chapter 144 - 128: Maid and Suite Service (Part 3)
Chapter 144: Chapter 128: Maid and Suite Service (Part 3)
This weekend, he wasn’t going to let his employees take their usual time off. The livestream would go on as scheduled, and they needed to give it one hundred and twenty percent.
Sponsoring Jay Chou’s concert, on top of him personally performing as a guest—it was bound to be a massive hit.
After arranging all this, Gao Yuan took out his phone and booked a hotel.
Jay Chou’s team had originally offered to arrange a hotel for him, but since Gao Yuan was only making a guest appearance and planned to leave right after, he had declined their offer.
This wasn’t his first time in Shanghai. He had visited several times back in college, and of course, he had also come with his girlfriend after he started working.
But back then, he didn’t have much money. A trip to Shanghai meant just wandering the streets, with almost no spending.
When he encountered high-end stores, he would only look from the outside. Knowing full well he couldn’t afford anything inside, he lacked even the desire or the courage to go in for a look.
Now, returning to Shanghai, Gao Yuan had no intention of being a mere visitor. This time, he was here to be the master.
And in Shanghai, if you wanted to truly enjoy yourself, it had to be on the Bund.
Gao Yuan booked a deluxe presidential suite at the J Hotel, located in the Shanghai Tower—the tallest building in China and the second tallest in the world.
The room Gao Yuan booked was on the 98th floor, 460 meters up in the sky. A single night cost 200,000.
Today, Gao Yuan didn’t care about the cost. He was determined to stay in this suite.
Now that he had money, he wanted to experience what it felt like to have a panoramic view of Shanghai.
A little after two in the afternoon.
Inside the lobby of the J Hotel at Shanghai Tower.
The moment Gao Yuan stepped inside, someone came forward to greet him and take his suitcase.
A female attendant personally escorted him to the 101st floor. Riding the elevator, Gao Yuan was struck by how incredibly fast it was.
After he was checked in, a private butler escorted him to the presidential suite on the 98th floor.
The suite was a total of 400 square meters—truly extravagant for just one person for the night.
Upon entering the presidential suite, the first thing he saw was an auspicious embroidered pattern of a dragon and a phoenix. Beyond it, the main area featured a large, round dining table, big enough for seven or eight people, with a lounge area off to the side.
The entire ceiling of the living area was adorned with hanging crystals, which glittered dazzlingly under the lights.
Moving into the bedroom, Gao Yuan was very pleased with the massive bed. It was more than big enough. ’I’ll have to bring Lin Wanyu and Li Mengqing here for a stay sometime.’
’We could fool around all we want without any worries!’
The private butler had mentioned the bedding set alone was worth 400,000, though Gao Yuan couldn’t see what made it so special.
Gao Yuan was especially pleased when he saw the bathroom, which featured a circular bathtub that could easily accommodate three or four people.
This made Gao Yuan a little regretful. ’If I’d known, I would have brought Lin Wanyu and Li Mengqing along.’
After placing Gao Yuan’s suitcase in the walk-in closet, the private butler gave him a bow and departed.
She had assured him that he could call her directly for anything he needed, guaranteeing 24-hour service.
Inside the suite,
Now that he was alone, Gao Yuan stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing down at the magical metropolis.
The Oriental Pearl Tower was right next to him; he was practically shoulder-to-shoulder with it. Down below was the Huangpu River, where even the cruise ships looked like tiny model toys.
For 200,000, Gao Yuan could now stand securely at the window and look down on the lives of others.
In that moment, he truly understood the perks of being wealthy. He could spend money without a second thought and enjoy life to its fullest.
Even the private butler who had just assisted him had been meticulously careful throughout their entire interaction.
’This must be the allure of money!’
Gao Yuan had once wondered if he would become a cliché after getting rich. Now, he understood that he was, at heart, just an ordinary man.
’I really can’t achieve that high level of enlightenment!’
What did that whole "unmoved by material gains, undeterred by personal setbacks" philosophy have to do with him?
He just wanted to enjoy himself.
’I’ve struggled for so many years, been a corporate drone for so long—what’s wrong with enjoying myself a little?!’
He now completely understood Uncle Liu’s state of mind. The environment Uncle Liu lived in was far worse than Gao Yuan’s—in that era, there was little entertainment, and the food and drink were terrible.
After so many years of war, and with his particularly bad luck keeping him constantly on the move, Uncle Liu really did need some recreational activities to unwind.
Just as Gao Yuan was lost in these thoughts, his phone buzzed.
The first message was from Jay Chou, inviting him over to discuss the guest performance for that night.
Gao Yuan asked for the address, planning to head out soon.
The second was from Xiao Xiao. She told Gao Yuan she and her daughter would also be at Jay Chou’s concert that night, adding that she had already secured tickets.
This message was a pleasant surprise for Gao Yuan.
’Xiao Xiao is in Shanghai, too. Even though she’s with her daughter, we can still meet up. We could even explore the city together.’
After exchanging a few more messages, Gao Yuan changed into the casual outfit Lin Wanyu had packed for him and headed downstairs.
A drive of more than thirty minutes brought him to the hotel where Jay Chou was staying.
When he arrived, someone was already waiting downstairs for him.
Gao Yuan noticed quite a few reporters in the hotel lobby. The moment he appeared, cameras started flashing in his direction.
Unlike other celebrities who might have hidden their faces, Gao Yuan simply turned to the cameras and flashed a brilliant smile.
He hardly considered himself a public figure, and he certainly didn’t have the "idol baggage" to worry about.
’Right now, is there anyone online who doesn’t know that I, Gao Yuan, am a total scumbag?’
The whole concept of a "public persona" was a joke to him. That was why he had so openly declared he had two girlfriends at the last Jay Chou concert.
He was bound to enter the public eye sooner or later. Instead of crafting a perfect image and living according to others’ expectations, he might as well embrace his current "scumbag" persona.
’Do whatever makes you happy. Live this life for yourself.’
A staff member led him to the 56th floor. The organizers had booked out the entire floor for Jay Chou’s team, and several security guards were posted at the elevator bank.
As he entered Jay Chou’s suite, Gao Yuan saw that the singer was already in a discussion with someone.
What Gao Yuan hadn’t expected, however, was to find a room full of major celebrities.
Among them was a female star—G.E.M., the singer of the hit song "Bubble."
Gao Yuan instantly recognized the male singer chatting with Jay Chou—it was Elder Teng. His bald head was unmistakable.
The moment he saw Elder Teng, Gao Yuan’s anticipation for the concert shot up.
’With him in attendance, this is bound to be fun.’
’Jay Chou really has guts, inviting both me and Elder Teng. Looks like he’s planning to let loose and have some real fun tonight!’