The younger generation, starting from where the wind blows...

Chapter 14 The Lobby Manager, It Was Really Her

Yanjing Airport, Terminal 3 Arrival Hall.

Yang Muye pushed his luggage out and saw someone holding a sign from a distance.

Three large characters above, and a line of smaller characters below.

Yang Muye!
Welcome to Yanjing!
The Olympics are over, but this welcome sign almost made Yang Muyi think he had traveled back in time again!

The person holding the sign was Ma Qiushan.

Yang Muyi's height of 187 cm made him stand out in the crowd.

Soon, Ma Qiushan also saw Yang Muye, put down the sign and waved vigorously in this direction.

As soon as he approached, Ma Qiushan immediately opened his arms and gave Yang Muye a big hug, his attitude was incredibly warm.

"Oh my, I've been waiting for you!"

"Brother Ma, are you hoping for my presence or my money?"

"I'm really looking forward to it." Ma Qiushan took Yang Muye's suitcase and led the group outside.

As I got into the taxi, the driver turned around and asked where I was going.

Just as Ma Qiushan was about to give out his rented apartment address, Yang Muye spoke first:
"Master, are you familiar with the area around Yenching University of Economics and Business?"

"Yes, it's familiar."

The taxi driver glanced at the two people in the back seat through the rearview mirror, his gaze lingering on the tall and handsome Yang Muye.

"Young man, you look like a student. Are you here to study?"

“Yes, I’m a freshman this year.”

"Yan University of Economics and Business started school so early? I heard that because of the Olympics, Tsinghua University, Peking University, and other schools will not start school until the 4th of next month."

“Our school also starts on the 4th, so I came early to visit the capital.”

"You've come early enough. Feel free to ask me what you want to eat or do. I know exactly what you need."

"I want to find a decent hotel near the school first, preferably a four-star hotel or higher."

"If you want something close to your school, then it's the Fairy Hotel."

In his previous life, Yang Muye often traveled to Yanjing on business and had never heard of this hotel, but when he heard it was a four-star hotel, he didn't ask any further questions.

Once the car left the airport, the taxi driver became quite talkative.

We chatted about everything under the sun, from the recently concluded Olympics to the subprime mortgage crisis across the ocean.

Ma Qiushan tried several times to interrupt, but couldn't find an opportunity.

Yang Muye didn't seem to mind, and chatted with the driver casually while looking at the scenery outside the car window.

"I know about Yanjing University of Economics and Business. The admission scores there are incredibly high even in Beijing. But do you know why that school is so sought after?"

"why?"

The person asking the question was Ma Qiushan.

He spent four years as an undergraduate and three years as a graduate student at Yenching University and had never heard of this before, so he was quite curious.

"Oh, is this—an elder in your family?"

Just as Ma Qiushan was about to reveal his status as a master's student at Yanhang University, he almost spat blood in the other person's face.

"No, Master, do I look that old?"

"You're not? Then I misjudged you. I'm so sorry."

The other party apologized repeatedly, which made Ma Qiushan even more depressed.

"I'm only twenty-six!"

"I really didn't notice. Especially compared to the young man next to you, you do look older than you are. You look like you're thirty-six. I was just saying you look younger because you dyed your hair."

The taxi driver spoke the truth.

Ma Qiushan immediately became anxious.

"No, sir, why are you resorting to personal attacks? If you keep saying that, I won't pay for the ride."

"Then I'll just take you to the police station."

Finally, Yang Muyi stepped in to smooth things over, and the two stopped arguing.

Ma Qiushan crossed his arms, turned his head to the side, and didn't want to talk to the taxi driver anymore, while Yang Muye continued to ask why Yanjing University of Economics and Business was so popular. "You're from Yunnan Province, so you probably don't know, but in our Yanjing area, we call Yanjing University of Economics and Business a youth sanatorium. Do you know why?"

This was clearly a self-answered question, so Yang Muye naturally remained silent.

The taxi driver's voice rang out.

"It's because the faculty and facilities of Yanjing University are top-notch among all the universities in Yanjing. The food and accommodation are excellent, and I've heard that there are many handsome men and beautiful women among the students. However, the school management is the most lenient. It's like going to a youth sanatorium for students. So, to apply to this school, you not only need to have a high score on the college entrance exam, but you also need to have strong self-discipline. Otherwise, you won't even be able to get a diploma after four years."

Is it so exaggerated?

Ma Qiushan thought to himself with disdain.

Similarly, the taxi driver didn't even give Maqiushan a second glance.

Having driven a taxi for so many years, I've seen all kinds of people.

People realized early on that Yang Muye was the one whose words truly carried weight.

"Young man, don't think I'm being nosy, but how is your family's financial situation since you're going to study at Yanjingmao?"

"Is there any other explanation for this?" Yang Muye asked curiously.

"of course."

The taxi driver glanced at Ma Qiushan, who was sitting next to Yang Muye, pretending to rest with his eyes closed: "If your family is well-off, and you have the looks to back you up, then Yan Economic and Trade College would be perfect for you. There's a saying that goes something like this: only good-looking people deserve youth, while ugly people just went to college."

Ma Qiushan suddenly opened his eyes.

It feels like the taxi driver was indirectly criticizing him!

Just as he was about to question the other party, Yang Muye's voice rang out first.

"Master, what if my family's financial situation is average?"

"There are quite a few girls from wealthy families at your school, you know what I mean?"

"Hiding with a rich woman?"

The taxi driver may be a chatterbox, but he's quite shrewd and leaves no room for criticism: "Haha, that's not what I said, you decide for yourself."

Ma Qiushan couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted, "Alright, Master, her parents have prepared two apartments in Shenzhen for her to rent out. Her family's wealth isn't much worse than those second-generation rich kids in Beijing who own several properties. Is it really necessary for her to do that kind of thing?"

The taxi driver said smugly, "Actually, I saw it coming a long time ago. You came half a month in advance and immediately asked to stay in a four-star hotel or higher. Young man, someone like you is perfect for Yanjingmao. In the future, when you're dating, just look for the prettiest girls. Whether they're rich or not doesn't matter at all."

After chatting idly for a while, the car finally stopped in front of the Fairfield by the driver.

The doorman who came forward to open the car door was only slightly shorter than Yang Muye.

Those who can become "heads" of such high-end hotels are usually quite good-looking.

Similarly, the quality of the doormen reflects the hotel's prestige.

After getting off the car and looking at the impressive lobby, coupled with the attentive door service he received when he got off, Yang Muyi was convinced that this hotel was definitely a four-star hotel.

As soon as Ma Qiushan unloaded the first piece of luggage from the taxi trunk, the handsome doorman took over the rest of the moving work.

Looking at Yang Muye again, he had already pushed open the hotel's glass revolving door and entered the lobby.

Welcome to Fairfield by Marriott Hotel.

The clattering sound of high heels on the ground grew louder as it approached.

The hotel lobby manager walked over here.

An elegantly tailored women's suit paired with a fitted knee-length pencil skirt perfectly accentuates a woman's figure.

Beneath the skirt were a pair of long, straight, and shapely legs that rivaled those of a model.

She wasn't wearing stockings, yet she looked even shinier and more eye-catching than if she were.

What's even more remarkable is her flawless, oval-shaped face.

A professional smile graced his face, revealing two shallow dimples.

Even with only light makeup, she was still breathtakingly beautiful.

The key is that her face looks exactly like a national goddess from a past life.

Their eyes met, and Yang Muye was taken aback.

Then I noticed the name on the other person's name tag.

Star fruit.

It really was her!
(End of this chapter)