Qin Fen couldn't help but complain along with them: "This Girl would be worth more than this price if she were among the socialites in Shanghai."
Qi Yuan shrugged and gave a helpless smile: "How can I compare with you Tycoons? All my money has been transferred to Old Jiang's Xingchen Investment, and most of it was borrowed. I only have a little over a hundred thousand left on me. I have no choice but to save wherever I can."
"As expected of the King of Stinginess. It's no big deal, should I transfer some to you first?"
Qi Yuan looked at Wang Congcong and shook his head: "I like that title you gave me, but forget about the money. Hasn't Old Jiang already started operations over there? A hundred thousand or so can still last a few days if I spend it sparingly."
Wang Congcong spoke again, speechless: "Forget it. I'm telling you, when we get to the Victorias Secret Show, if you're still being stingy, don't come looking for me if you can't get any action with the foreign Girls."
Jiang Cheng also couldn't help but laugh: "It wasn't easy to make this trip, don't be penny-wise and pound-foolish."
"At worst, I'll find a black Girl, or someone a bit older. I'm not picky, as long as it's something different."
...After getting off the plane, the group quickly began going through immigration procedures under the protection of Wang Congcong's Bodyguards.
Just as they were processing, the system gave a "ding" notification.
"Host has been detected stepping into a foreign country. To facilitate the Host's daily communication, the system rewards the Host with 'English Proficiency'!"
Listening to the system's prompt, Jiang Cheng remembered that when he went to Tyrande, he was also directly rewarded with Thai Proficiency. He didn't expect it would be the same this time in the UK.
He couldn't help but exclaim inwardly, 'The system is awesome!'
At this moment, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but hypothesize: if he traveled the world, given the system's generosity, maybe he could master all the languages in the world?
If that were true, then this system truly lived up to the phrase 'dreams come true'.
Wang Congcong had originally studied in the UK, so he had the best English among them.
He also consciously helped everyone communicate.
However, he didn't expect that when it was Jiang Cheng's turn, as soon as Jiang Cheng spoke, he used a British accent even more authentic than his own.
This caused Wang Congcong's eyes to widen in surprise.
He asked incredulously: "Your accent is very authentic. Have you really never been to London?"
It wasn't strange for people of this era to know a bit of English. After all, globalization had begun, and English education started from a young age.
Especially for well-off Second-generation rich, they were generally groomed from childhood, with foreign language tutors at home or attending international schools.
So most people could speak some oral English.
But knowing English didn't mean your spoken accent was pure.
Every place had a different accent.
Just like in Huaxia, every place has its own unique dialect.
And what Jiang Cheng was speaking now was authentic London British English.
Qin Fen also couldn't help but say: "I come here often too, but you speak better than I do. I learned my foreign language in Casino City, so there's still a difference compared to the accent here."
Jiang Cheng didn't explain to them, he just gave a smug smile and said: "My language learning ability is quite good."
Wang Congcong certainly didn't believe Jiang Cheng's nonsense. To be familiar with a local language, one had to have long-term contact at the very least.
"You're the most smug and the best at showing off."
After hearing this, the others just laughed and didn't take Jiang Cheng's words seriously.
After all, they all knew Jiang Cheng wasn't a child from an ordinary family.
It wasn't strange for him to know some English. As for where he learned it, that wasn't important at all.
Since they had taken Wang Congcong's private jet this time, Jiang Cheng offered to cover the hotel expenses for the group.
Before coming, he had asked Zhu Yan to book the most classic Rosewood Hotel here in London.
According to Zhu Yan's introduction when she recommended it.
The Rosewood Hotel is located in the center of London, near the British Museum. The hotel's appearance even retains the unique architectural features of the Edwardian period, which is very Western in style.
When they came out of the airport exit, they saw Wang Sheng waiting for Jiang Cheng at the airport entrance with some people.
Beside him were three rolls-royces and two ordinary business vans sent by the hotel for the airport pickup.
Looking at the Rosewood Hotel's pickup cars, Wang Zheng said exaggeratedly: "Rosewood Hotel? I heard many celebrities and models like to stay there. I wonder if there will be any special romantic encounters staying there."
Qin Fen followed: "I haven't stayed there yet. I heard it has quite a bit of historical significance; it's a building left over from World War II."
Chen Hao also spoke up: "That place seems to be a Grade II listed building complex. Old Jiang, what kind of suite did you book?"
"Need you even ask? Of course I booked the most expensive ones."
"Holy shit, Old Jiang is generous!"
"Old Jiang is awesome!"
Jiang Cheng didn't take their words to heart. He didn't believe that these guys hadn't stayed in better hotels.
The group was soon driven to the hotel under the guidance of blonde, blue-eyed reception staff.
It was Jiang Cheng's first time going abroad. Although the air abroad wasn't any sweeter, the architectural style was quite unique.
In less than half an hour, the car stopped at the entrance of the Rosewood Hotel.
At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a suit and tie with slicked-back hair was already standing at the door. He first spoke to them in somewhat broken Chinese: "Distinguished guests, welcome to the Rosewood Hotel. I am the manager here, Andrew."
Andrew's mangled Chinese gave Jiang Cheng a headache.
Jiang Cheng spoke up directly to communicate with him in English.
The very authentic spoken English made Andrew's eyes light up, and his attitude toward Jiang Cheng instantly became very humble.
These Chinese people in front of him had booked suites at the Rosewood Hotel for two consecutive days.
And they were all expensive suites, which was why Andrew had come to receive them himself.
For the first day, Jiang Cheng had booked one luxury suite and nine executive suites.
The room rate for the luxury suite was as high as 200,000 RMB per night.
The price of the executive suites was in the middle, at 5,800 per room.
Looking at this group of Second-generation rich, it seemed several of them would share the luxury suite, while the executive suites were for the nine accompanying Bodyguards.
Because for the second day, Jiang Cheng had booked six villa suites and nine executive suites.
The features of the five villa suites were all different, including Garden Villas, Rooftop Villas, and so on.
These suites were all located on the top floor of the hotel. Not only did they have excellent views, but they also had private terraces, private dressing rooms, open-plan living rooms, and dining kitchens.
Of course, the price was still not cheap, nearly 60,000 yuan a night.
These native-born white people had seen too many wealthy people.
There were quite a few customers who stayed at the Rosewood Hotel for a month straight.
Although Andrew didn't show an arrogant look in front of them.
He was still some distance from the word 'respectful'; at most, it could only be considered polite respect.
These white people naturally had a sense of superiority flowing in their bones.
Even if he was polite and courteous on the surface, he was actually full of criticism inside.
The main reason he could suddenly switch to a respectful attitude toward Jiang Cheng was Jiang Cheng's very authentic spoken English. After all, this kind of accent couldn't be achieved without staying in London for several years.
Jiang Cheng said to them: "Tonight I booked the hotel's most distinctive luxury suite. According to the description, this suite is quite unique and has six bedrooms. It's perfect for us to discuss the Tesla matter tonight. This suite was designed by our country's designer, Ji Yutang, and I heard it's very special. As for the second day, we'll each stay in our own rooms. I've booked six other villa suites so it won't be inconvenient to move around if we stay together."
Hearing Jiang Cheng say this, Qi Yuan said exaggeratedly: "As expected of Old Jiang. I heard this suite costs 200,000 chinese yuan a night. Tsk tsk tsk, I've never stayed in such an expensive suite. I must definitely take some photos later."
Wang Congcong followed up: "My Old Jiang's generosity is truly extraordinary. If it were me, I would at most book some economy suites for a few thousand yuan. How could I afford such a luxurious room?"
Jiang Cheng pushed Wang Congcong speechlessly and scolded with a laugh: "Get lost, get lost, get lost. Stop pretending. If you don't want to stay, then get out!"