The hotel manager nodded and bowed.

When acting, you have to do the whole thing. Fingel is the boss and Tsuruno has just moved into the Conrad Suite.

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang randomly selected two luxurious executive suites and each occupied one.

Lu Mingfei didn't care about this. A person's status is not due to the treatment he enjoys.

After enjoying the luxurious dinner delivered by the hotel, Fingel called the hotel's service hotline.

"Good evening, Mr. Jackson, what do you need?"

It was the same voice from the front desk just now.

"Ask your manager to come over."

Fingel said.

"Are you dissatisfied with our service?"

The receptionist suddenly became nervous, and there was even a hint of crying in his voice.

"That's not true. I just think he's nice and want to chat with him. You know, us old Americans just like to make friends."

Fingel said in Chinese with BJ Shijing emphasis.

"Ah, okay, I'll convey it to you right away."

The front desk was a little dumbfounded.

This was the first time she saw someone chatting with a hotel manager. This might be a quirk of rich people.

Three minutes later, the hotel manager rang the doorbell of Conrad's suite.

He felt a little uneasy in his heart. A private chat with such a rich man might make him rise to the top, or it might make him fall into hell.

"Come on, come on, sit here."

Fingel opened the door and enthusiastically pulled the hotel manager to the sofa and sat down.

The hotel manager was a little flattered. Although the guests who stayed in the Conrad Suite were generally relatively well-educated, it was indeed rare for such an approachable rich man.

"I still don't know what your name is."

Fingel asked after pouring him a full glass of sake.

He picked this one from the wine cabinet because it seemed to be the most expensive one based on the packaging.

The hotel manager's eyes twitched when he saw that Hua Xunguang's top-quality sake, which cost 13,000 US dollars a bottle, was being poured as a drink.

This American is indeed a nouveau riche, but nouveau riche are easier to deal with.

He held up the wine glass with both hands and introduced himself.

"My name is Tokugawa Asaki."

"Then what is your relationship with Tokugawa Ieyasu?"

Fingel asked enthusiastically.

"That is my ancestor."

Tokugawa Qianxi replied.

He is really not a random relative. The surname Tokugawa was originally Tokugawa, which was formerly a tributary of the Nitta clan of the Seiwa Minamoto clan in Mikawa Kingdom (Aichi Prefecture).

Later, in order to expand his reputation, Tokugawa Ieyasu changed Tokugawa to Tokugawa, which is equivalent to him being the ancestor of the surname Tokugawa.

Therefore, people with the surname Tokugawa in later generations can recognize Tokugawa Ieyasu as their ancestor.

"It's amazing. She's from a famous family. Come on, I'll give you a toast. I'll do it. It's up to you."

Fingel finished a red wine glass full of sake.

Tokugawa Asaki was shocked, but he could not refuse the distinguished guest's kindness, so he could only drink a full glass of sake in one gulp.

The alcohol content of the sake is not high, but the stamina is very strong, and after drinking a full glass of sake like this, Tokugawa Asaki's head quickly became dizzy.

But Fingel didn't let him go yet, and used various reasons to persuade him to drink several glasses of wine, until he drank straight out of his eyes.

"I said Xiaode, we are friends, right?"

Fingel asked, holding Tokugawa Asaki's shoulder.

"Of course, you are my most noble friend."

He said with a loud tongue.

"Since we are friends, you must tell me, are there any exciting shows in Osaka?"

Fingel asked drunkenly.

"For example, if you want to have some fun, I can tell you a few good shops."

Tokugawa Asaki had sobered up a little, but this kind of thing was very common among wealthy guests, so he said it frankly.

After all, it's just an address. Even if Fingel is caught, it won't be up to him.

"No, no, I want something more exciting."

As Fingel spoke, he opened the box next to him, took out a stack of dollars and placed it on his lap.

Tokugawa Asaki sobered up a little more, and he glanced at Fingel warily, whose red face looked stupid and rich.

"If you need it delivered to your door, I can package it up and deliver it to you."

He said close to Fingel's ear.
Chapter completed!