in2ebook Chapter 605 Grant Hill: I'd like to see who dares to compete with the US men's basketball
Chapter 605 Grant Hill: I'd like to see who dares to compete with the US men's basketball
Steve was dumbfounded!
How did I become the general manager?
When the president talked to him, he always asked him indirectly what his relationship was with Wang Xiucheng.
He didn't dare say that he actually had no connection with Wang Xiucheng at all, so he evaded the question by talking about other things.
Judging from the president's expression, he clearly didn't believe it.
He later learned that Wang Xiucheng had become a shareholder of the Baima Manor chain hotel.
This made Steve realize that he had to serve Wang Xiucheng well.
Cheval Blanc in Paris belongs to the LVMH Group, and he has no way of knowing anyone at LV.
But now he has Wang Xiucheng's phone number!
This made him believe that he was Wang Xiucheng's man.
Therefore, he is extremely attentive and even obsequious to anyone or anything related to Wang Xiucheng!
With a ding, the elevator stopped on the 6th floor.
Steve led the three to a room, opened the door himself, and said with some pride, "This is the best room at Cheval Blanc in Paris. It usually takes more than six months to book, and the price is 3 euros per night."
Yang Ying was slightly surprised; it really wasn't cheap.
In fact, Yang Ying knew that many celebrities would stay here when they came to Paris, such as Jay Chou.
Although she is a spokesperson for Dior, a brand under LVMH, this is the first time she has stayed here.
Steve wanted to introduce the room and the White Horse Manor Hotel, but his phone suddenly rang.
He didn't answer, but just muted the phone, and then took out a card.
"During your stay, you can call me and I will personally serve you."
Steve placed the card on the table and then left the room.
The two assistants excitedly began to explore the suite, which didn't seem very large.
Yang Ying, however, came to the platform and looked at the Eiffel Tower not far away.
Yang Ying glanced back at her assistant, who was still busy putting away luggage, and then took out her phone to make a call.
The call connected quickly, and Yang Ying said excitedly, "Guess what I see right now?"
Wang Xiucheng's voice came through the phone: "It's not the Eiffel Tower, is it?"
"How did you know? Have you ever lived here?" Yang Ying asked, puzzled.
Wang Xiucheng told her that he had already bought a portion of the shares in the White Horse Manor Hotel, so if she went to Paris, she could check in directly without making a reservation.
In fact, without connections, it can take at least six months to book a room at the Château Cheval Blanc in Paris, especially during the peak season at the end of the year.
The Cheval Blanc Hotel has always reserved three rooms specifically for LV executives.
But now, it's clear that Wang Xiucheng can also stay here.
Wang Xiucheng even requested that the number of reserved rooms be increased to five, including the best room that Yang Ying stayed in today.
“I’ve never been to Paris, how am I supposed to stay?” Wang Xiucheng laughed. “It was something Steve mentioned before.”
"I see." Yang Ying said knowingly.
"Alright, I'm going to team practice now. My sister will come to New York when she's done with her work."
"I miss you." Yang Ying glanced back at her two assistants in the room and whispered into the phone, "I'll come to see you when I'm done with this."
A few rooms away, the manager's office.
Steve's phone rang again.
This time he answered the call.
Although he didn't recognize the number, it was probably not a spam call since it was dialed twice in a short period of time.
“Hello, who is this?” Steve asked.
"Hello, I'm Hill, I..."
Steve hung up before the person on the phone could finish speaking.
"What Hill? The Hill Hotel? I don't know that." Steve put the phone on the table and took a sip of his now-cold coffee.
"It tastes really good." Steve looked out the window at the Seine again.
Life is truly unpredictable; who knew I would one day become the general manager of this hotel!
……
In a villa in New York, Grant Hill stared blankly at the phone that had just been hung up.
Did the other person not hear me clearly?
Or did I not explain myself clearly enough?
I had already called the manager of the White Horse Hotel during the World Cup to reserve the hotel for the Olympics.
Because the specific time has not yet been determined, a final check-in date has not been agreed upon.
Now that the dates for the Olympic basketball games have been basically confirmed, he immediately called the White Horse Hotel to make a reservation.
The Château Cheval Blanc hotel, both in terms of its luxury and its location in Paris, perfectly matches its "LV" status.
This is also why Hill wanted the US team to stay at the White Horse Estate Hotel during the Olympics.
It will be expensive, but it's worth it!
And the US men's basketball team isn't short of money; Hill doesn't believe there's a richer men's basketball team in the world...
Besides, who are the players on the US men's basketball team?
James, Durant, Curry...
Making these people stay in other hotels is practically insulting them!
But how could the hotel manager dare to hang up on him?
What a joke!
Grant Hill called again, and this time the call was answered quickly.
Fearing the other party would hang up on him again, he quickly said, "This is Grant Hill from the US men's basketball team. We spoke two months ago and booked hotel rooms for the Olympics..."
This time, the other side didn't cheat, and even waited until Grant Hill had completely finished speaking before slowly saying his piece.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Hill, all the rooms at the Château Cheval Blanc Hotel in Paris are already booked for the Olympics next year."
"What?" Grant Hill stood up immediately upon hearing this, his voice rising in anger: "Are you fucking kidding me? I booked a hotel with you two months ago, you already agreed, and I even paid the deposit. Now you're telling me it's already booked?"
Grant Hill, unusually, snapped, "Are you kidding the Americans?"
“Mr. Hill, please calm down.” The person on the phone seemed to chuckle. “First, the person who called you two months ago has been dismissed. This number belongs to the White Horse Hotel’s official account, not his personal number.”
"Secondly, even if you did book a hotel with him, did you sign a contract?"
"A contract?" Grant Hill choked. "He said it wasn't necessary. He said he was very willing to serve the US men's basketball team..."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Grant Hill, but our White Horse Hotel only recognizes contracts in black and white." The person on the other end of the phone chuckled again. "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now. It's been a pleasure serving you..."
“Wait a minute, I’ve already paid a deposit, isn’t that a contract?” Grant Hill asked loudly.
"I will refund your deposit. The final interpretation right belongs to Baima Hotel."
Grant Hill's face darkened. What kind of explanation are you giving me?!
Do you know you're playing with fire?
Have you made a reservation?
I want to see which country dares to compete with the US for hotels!
Thinking of this, Grant Hill's voice turned cold: "Can you tell me who you booked the hotel with?"
"Oh, it's been reserved for Wang Xiucheng, a shareholder of the White Horse Hotel," the person on the phone quickly replied.
"Who?" Grant Hill asked loudly, seemingly not having heard clearly.
"Wang Xiucheng, a shareholder of the White Horse Manor Hotel chain, a shareholder of the Brooklyn Nets, a shareholder of CWJK Corporation..."
The man on the phone rattled off a long list of titles, some of which Grant Hill had never even heard of.
But that doesn't stop him from knowing who "Wang Xiucheng" is!
Just kidding, any American basketball player who doesn't know this name should just kill themselves!
"Mr. Hill, do you have any further questions?" the person on the phone asked politely again.
“No…that’s all…” Grant Hill answered instinctively, then surprisingly hung up the phone.
"Wang Xiucheng?" Grant Hill muttered, "So, the Chinese team has booked the White Horse Hotel?"
Grant Hill scoffed, "I told you long ago that the hotel is too close to the Seine and too humid. It's not good at all. Let's book another hotel."
“That’s it.” Grant Hill’s eyes lit up. “Yes, let’s go with the Four Seasons Hotel.”