How can I justify myself as a Magnate if I don't indulge myself?

Listening to Zheng Jiayi's words...

Gu Heng was even more certain that this service seemed somewhat sketchy...

Otherwise, why would they stop offering the service just because he brought his own private secretary?

Xu Ying really wanted to tell Zheng Jiayi that she could handle the nighttime tucking-in service herself, but as a private secretary, she definitely couldn't make decisions for her boss; she could only look towards Gu Heng.

"What is the nighttime tucking-in service? Can you describe it to me?"

After hesitating for a moment, Gu Heng couldn't help but ask...

It wasn't embarrassing really...

Gu Heng believed that the vast majority of people had no idea what the hell a nighttime tucking-in service was...

Zheng Jiayi explained with a smile, "The nighttime tucking-in service exists in most hotels on Hong Kong Island. It mainly involves the staff preparing your hotel room, bed, couch, and so forth into the most rest-conducive state, because the current arrangement is for aesthetic purposes and isn't the most comfortable for relaxing."

Most hotels charge for it, but our Ritz-Carlton does not."

Gu Heng: "?"

"That's it?"

Dammit...

All that expectation for nothing...

I really fell for the gimmicks of these fancy hotels...

It's also my own fault...

After being screwed over so many times and still not learning from it.

These fancy restaurants, fancy hotels, any upscale places, half of the services they provide are genuinely thoughtful, and the other half are also thoughtful but just as pointless as a fart without pants...

Choosing such a nice-sounding, ambiguous name...

Nighttime tucking-in service...

Such an evocative name for a service...

And it's just about tidying up the bed linen?

Isn't this exploiting the honest folk?!

Do I not have hands? Can these waitstaff even make a flower out of the bed linen?

Thinking this, Gu Heng, dispirited, waved his hand: "No need, I'll do it myself."

Although Zheng Jiayi didn't understand why Gu Heng looked so disappointed, when she heard him say it wasn't needed, she didn't insist further, but smiled and asked, "Mr. Gu, do you have any other requests? If not, I won't disturb your private time.

If there's anything else you need, you can notify me at any time. I will resolve the issue as quickly as possible."

"No other issues, but you guys should rename this nighttime tucking-in service to 'room service' like they do in the Mainland."

"Ah?"

Zheng Jiayi initially didn't understand what Gu Heng meant...

But considering Gu Heng's previous expression, given the countless male clients she had serviced, she quickly guessed that Gu Heng might have misunderstood...

The next second, Zheng Jiayi thought of a way to make amends...

She started with the polite comment: "Mr. Gu, I have received your suggestion and will relay it to the hotel management afterward."

Then she followed up with, "On Hong Kong Island, there are often parties featuring young models. I don't know if you are interested in that, Mr. Gu? If you need information about that, I can help you reserve a place at one of the model parties through the hotel's channels."

"Model parties?"

"Yes, 'model' is the Cantonese term for models, and it essentially refers to a business social gathering, with many young and affluent gentlemen of your age."

Hong Kong Islanders sure are euphemistic...

Rich heirs indeed...

And they become wealthy young bachelors...

What is most detestable is this so-called 'model party'!

Simply ridiculous, Gu Heng couldn't even bother to comment: a gathering of rich heirs and a bunch of young models from Hong Kong Island, what good could come from it?

Party?

More like a bling-bang!

Damn capitalism, how long had I been on capitalist soil? And it had already started to corrode my unwavering resolve to build a new Hua Country?

Stay tuned for updates on empire

Thinking this, Gu Heng, with a determination as if he were about to join the Party, spoke to Zheng Jiayi: "Arrange a seat for me."

"Alright, I'll sort that out for you right away."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

As someone who was a socialist successor with a deep red and expert background, spanning five generations of poor peasantries, it was impossible for him to be tempted by such low tastes.

He simply wanted to infiltrate the enemy and start dismantling from within!