If there is only one hotel in a large capital city, to be precise, there is only one high-end hotel, which is the Beijing Hotel.

The Beijing Hotel is not a place that ordinary people can live in. Not to mention how much money you can spend in this hotel a day, it is really not easy to just want to settle a house in this Beijing Hotel.

This hotel in Beijing, built by the French in 1900, has always been the hotel with the highest room occupancy rate in Beijing, with the most income. Hotels are often filled with rooms, and sometimes even a small corridor is rented out. According to the treaty signed between the Qing Dynasty and foreign countries, the Chinese government must not interfere with the transactions opened by foreigners, and even Chinese police cannot enter the hotel to arrest guests. This has increased the value of the hotel ten times, and the door of the hotel even surpassed the yamen at that time.

Especially after the peace talks between the north and the south, well-known people from the south arrived in Beijing, and many of them were important personnel staying at the Beijing Hotel. This time, before Li Zicheng and his party arrived at the Beijing Hotel, they came out from the Presidential Palace and booked a full floor of fifty-six rooms at the Beijing Hotel at one time.

After the waiter opened the glass door of the Beijing Hotel, Guan Zhenming walked into the lobby of the Beijing Hotel and walked directly along the stairs toward the top floor. Now, up and down the capital, no one knows that "Li Caishen" is living on the top floor of the Beijing Hotel.

As soon as I went upstairs, I saw several people sitting on the sofa opposite the stairs. Several young people were wearing suits, and a few of them were chatting there. One of the young men was reading the book, as if everything except the things in the book had nothing to do with him.

“On American democracy!”

When I saw the English title on the thick cover of the book, I was shocked. Not to mention that this book is in China, but not everyone in the United States. Guan Zhenming couldn't help but look at the boy a few more times. The boy looked only sixteen or seventeen years old. Although he seemed thin, his eyebrows were full of a hint of heroism.

"...You guys..."

Just as he was joking with his friends, Zhao Pingpu saw someone going upstairs instead of the hotel waiter, he walked to the front of the ladder in three steps and reached out to the column.

"Sir, please stop!"

While speaking, he looked at the gentleman in a suit. Since the young master entered the capital, many people came to visit the young master. When he was in San Francisco, he sold his life to the young master, so he and several brothers in his class kept following the young master and were responsible for the young master's safety. The most nervous thing these days was him. After all, many people around him looked at the young master's silver red and their minds were lost.

"Does Mr. Li Zicheng and Mr. Li from Liuhe Company live here?"

While speaking, Guan Zhenming handed over a prayer post and his uncle's business card.

Zhao Pingpu, who had taken the reply and business card, looked at the business card and called A Si who was looking at the book.

"A Si! Someone wants to see the young master"

"oh!"

A Si, who was looking at the book, put the book in his hand on the sofa, walked to the stairs, and looked at Guan Zhenming who was standing next to the ladder.

"Sir, are you looking for the young master?"

“That’s right!”

While talking, Guan Zhenming stared at the boy again, but he didn't expect that a servant of the Li family could read the English book "On American Democracy". Maybe it was a substitute for the subtitles and to shame everyone. In Guan Zhenming's opinion, this was obviously Li Zicheng's own uniqueness and his own delusion.

"Please inform me if Guan has something important to discuss with Mr. Li!"

Thinking of the past few days, many people who wanted to see Li Zicheng hit a nail, Guan Zhenming glanced at the left and right and took out another piece of paper.

"Please be sure to hand over this note to Mr. Li! Just say that Guan wants to have Mr. Li..."

After pondering for a moment, Guan Zhenming said something again.

"Add to discuss railway matters!"

railway!

Listening to these two words, A Si widened his eyes. This man... He knew the young master's look, and looked at him in surprise and alertness for a few times before he said to the person at the ladder in front of him.

"Sir, please wait, I'll go and inform me!"

"Well! That, I'm waiting for Mr. Li in the Western Restaurant!"

As soon as he saw A Si's words, Guan Zhenming said a word with pride and then went downstairs.

In Beijing, there may not be that Western restaurant that is more upscale than the Western restaurant in Beijing Hotel. It is also a place where the "high-end people" in Dongjiaomin Lane are exchanged. It is also a place where officials and gentry travel to and from Beijing to and from Beijing to and from dinner. Although it was not yet time for dinner, more than a dozen guests had arrived in the Western restaurant, most of them were talking there. Of course, their topics were mostly about China's future political situation, and the most common ones were diplomatic officials from various countries.

In a corner of the restaurant, three well-dressed men sat at a dining table.

"The French feast here is indeed top-notch in the country!"

After enjoying a hearty meal, Guan Zhenming wiped his mouth with a linen napkin and said with a smile.

“The best.”

But the other person sitting in front of him seemed to be more interested in serious things.

"So please tell me,"

Putting down the knife and fork in his hand, Li Zicheng looked at the man. If he hadn't wanted to know why he wrote those two words and said eight things, he wouldn't have met this man himself, let alone had this meal with him in this restaurant.

"Where did you get the information?"

From where?

At this time, Guan Zhenming certainly would not say that he was eavesdropping on a cruise ship, which seemed to have lost the price, so he spoke.

"Correspondent Guan Mianjun of the Council of Constitutions is the third uncle!"

"oh?"

Guan Mianjun?

Who is Guan Mianjun? With a smile, Li Zicheng didn't say anything, and he was another "second-generation official".

"The former railway minister! He is currently the General Office of the Beijing-Sui Railway!"

"oh!"

With a light response, he stared at Guan Zhenming in front of him, Li Zicheng looked at him a few more times, and at the same time he looked at Mu Xiangyue. Mu Xiangyue nodded and then spoke.

"The Jingsui Railway has been stopped because of lack of money!"

“That’s right!”

Guan Zhenming smiled. At this time, the waiter brought three cups of coffee. He took a sip and said to Li Zicheng.

"So, Guan came to the door!"

"oh!"

With a light response, Li Zicheng lowered his head, as if his face was not turbulent, but in fact he was filled with joy. It really took no effort to get it!

"I wonder if Mr. Li intends to host the railway!"

As soon as the question came out, Guan Zhenming knew the answer, and he definitely wanted to build this railway.

"railway?"

Mu Xiangyue, who had a expressionless face, glanced at Guan Zhenming and asked with some doubts.

"Is it the Jingsui Railway?"

“That’s right!”

"oh!"

As Li Zicheng seemed to have no interest, he held the disc in his left hand and the cup in his right hand, and looked at the piano player in the hall who was playing the piano. In the eyes of outsiders, it seemed that he was more interested in the sound of the piano now.

However, when listening to the sound of the piano, Li Zicheng sneered in his heart. The easiest way to deal with such a person is to ignore him. When he does not exist, wasn’t Morgan treating him like this? But Guan Zhenming in front of him is just a person who is tempted by the flames and cannot let him put on airs in front of him.

(It hurts! Neck tendonitis, it hurts so much, and it’s so cold to get a drip, but Wushu is still working hard. Please use recommendations to encourage me! Thank you!)
Chapter completed!