Chapter 6: Peace Hotel “Brother Liang, if you ever have any ideas, just reach out anytime.” “Of course. We know each other so well, who else would I go to but you?” After exchanging a few words, Lu Liang left the service center. As soon as he returned to his apartment, his phone buzzed with a text notification. 【Account ending in 8939, ICBC deposit of 1,530,000.00 yuan, balance 1,531,201.12 yuan.】 The funds had just arrived, so Lu Liang quickly paid off his online credit cards, covering the principal and interest in full, for a total of 494,500 yuan. Then he headed straight to the mall, making several big purchases, including upgrading his old Android phone to a gold iPhone 6. Before the money even arrived, he had already thought about how he’d spend it. The personal account funds would be the principal. If he could continue hearing voices from the future, he’d use it to generate more wealth. If not, he’d treat it as retirement money, buy a house in a third-tier city, start a small business, and retire early. The 1.3 million in his investment account would be for living expenses. Lu Liang wanted to experience a different kind of life in the bustling city of Shanghai. An 18,000-yuan monthly salary would be considered decent income, even in Shanghai, but here it could only cover one night. “Sir, are you looking to book a stay in the Nine Nations Suite?” The pretty receptionist thought she misheard, as Lu Liang didn’t look like a wealthy guest—he even seemed to have taken a cab here. Ŗ𝙖ＮƟ𝐁Ɛṣ “Is a reservation required?” Lu Liang genuinely didn’t know. He’d only heard about the suite and thought he’d try it out for a few nights. “It’s not necessary. We have vacancies in the British, German, and Japanese suites. How many nights will you be staying, and is it just for one person?” With professional composure, the receptionist maintained a faint smile, showing no hint of judgment. “The British suite, please. One person, for two nights.” Lu Liang handed over his ID and charged 36,000 yuan to his card. A middle-aged man in a perfectly fitted suit, sporting a small mustache with a refined British demeanor, approached Lu Liang with a broad smile. Placing his right hand on his left shoulder, he gave a gentlemanly bow. “Mr. Lu, I’ll be your butler for the next two days. My name is Tan Tao. If you need anything, feel free to ask.” Lu Liang chuckled, making a playful remark, “If I booked the Japanese suite, would there be a female butler in a kimono?” Tan Tao smiled in return. “Mr. Lu, if that’s what you’d like, we can arrange a switch right away.” “Nah, I’ll stick with you.” Lu Liang shook his head. Tan Tao then asked, “Mr. Lu, may I ask where your luggage is?” “Very well, please follow me.” Lu Liang followed his butler, walking effortlessly through the hotel, with a doorman at every door and an elevator attendant at each stop. Except for eating and personal needs, he didn’t have to lift a finger. The Nine Nations Suites were located on the fifth, sixth, and seventh floors, with each floor hosting three suites, all facing the river. Lu Liang’s room was the British suite on the seventh floor, number two. Aged wooden floors, rose-patterned ceiling carvings, and decor with the charm of British aristocracy from the last century greeted him. Each suite had a private living room and dining area, along with a mini-bar. Should Lu Liang want, he could request a bartender. “Mr. Lu, I hope you enjoy your stay.” Tan Tao introduced the function buttons on the room phone, mentioning that pressing button 1 would connect him directly to Tan, who would be available 24/7. He grinned and said, “So, where are you taking me to have some fun tonight, Brother Liang?” “Anywhere you want to go, we’ll go.”