The Behavior of a Normal Person

Li Xian followed the private concierge into the exclusive elevator to the Presidential Suite, while the few service staff who had greeted him at the door huddled together and whispered among themselves.

A shrewd-looking girl, around a seven out of ten in looks, spoke first.

"I never expected Mr. Li to look so ordinary and dress so casually, yet be so generous. Did you notice? He swiped over two hundred thousand without even a frown, that carefree look like it wasn't even his own money."

As soon as she finished, another slightly quieter girl chimed in, "Yeah, over two hundred thousand—that's six or seven years of our salary. He just tossed it out like it was nothing, the same feeling as us buying a bottle of water at the supermarket..."

Hearing this, an older one added with a chuckle, "Heh, the lives of the rich aren't something us ordinary folks can imagine. Two or three hundred thousand to them might be like a few bucks to us. See enough of it, and you'll get used to it." Her experience clearly outshone the others.

The shrewd girl, curious, asked, "Sis, we haven't been working long and haven't seen much of the world. You've been at this for years—you must have hosted plenty of VIPs. Are all rich people as lavish as Mr. Li?"

"Well... guests who book the Presidential Suite for ten days straight aren't that common. A VIP like Mr. Li only shows up once or twice a year."

"Oh~ So are other VIPs as ordinary as Mr. Li? Or like in those TV dramas, with a whole entourage?"

"Of course not. Rich people care a lot about appearances. I've hosted plenty of corporate bigwigs and celebrity stars—they all have lots of staff with them, and you can feel a clear distance. Someone as low-key as Mr. Li? Not unheard of, but really rare."

"So that means Mr. Li is the approachable type of VIP."

"Approachable? Who knows. Huh? You're not getting any improper ideas, are you... Let me warn you, the hotel has clear rules—no private contact with VIPs."

"Sis... I wouldn't dare... Besides, even if I had ideas, there's no chance. He's on the thirtieth-something floor, and us newbies can't even get up there."

"Heh... I'd advise you not to have any ideas at all... Enough talk, the manager's back."

Seeing Manager Wang Zhe return, the older service staff quickly warned them.

Wang Zhe gave a few instructions and then hurried off to report Li Xian's situation to his superiors—VIPs like Li Xian had to be taken seriously.

Internationally renowned luxury hotel chains all have a robust customer system. They create independent files for distinguished guests, recording preferences, tastes, personalities, and more, to ensure the best possible service.

High-end hotels excel in every aspect of service—that's the foundation of their long-term success.

The exclusive elevator reached the 39th floor. Li Xian and Cao Xue followed the private concierge out. His suite was number 3908 on the left. On this floor, aside from Li Xian and the dedicated service staff, no one else had access.

The 26,888 price tag bought exactly this kind of service and privilege, ensuring his privacy and security.

It didn't matter how much he spent—what mattered was getting value.

Swiping over two hundred thousand in one go—if Li Xian said he wasn't excited at all, that would be a lie. He just hid it well, suppressing that thrill inside. After all, he was already driving a four-million-plus G-Wagon; two hundred thousand was just a drizzle.

Anyway, the money came like windfall—spend it enough, and you get used to it.

Yeah, he still needed to adapt to the rich life.

Wasn't my moment just now totally badass?

Too bad there was no feedback!

He'd swiped the card so smoothly, hoping to stun the whole room, but the reaction was flat—didn't meet his expectations.

Little did he know, hotel staff were professionally trained; they wouldn't easily lose composure in front of a VIP.

In truth, he'd already achieved his goal. The staff didn't show it to his face, but behind his back, they were buzzing about him.

Li Xian had no idea he'd left an impression of generosity, restrained bearing, and low-key behavior. If he knew, he'd probably jump up in a rage.

Me, low-key?

Isn't this just nouveau riche behavior?

What kind of eyes do you people have?

Do I have to wear a thick gold chain and a tiny watch?

Damn it!

Li Xian only wanted to be flashy—very flashy. He'd been "low-key" for 24 years. Now that he had money, holding back would be insane.

He was just an ordinary guy who suddenly got rich. He wanted to let loose, to show off.

That's normal behavior. If someone gets rich and still acts cautious and stingy, either their money's dirty or they're a ninja turtle.

Sure, Li Xian's money wasn't exactly clean, but he trusted the system's power.

If it can't even handle the books, it doesn't deserve to be called a system—self-destruct!

3908 Presidential Suite.

This suite was 270 square meters, decorated in a modern minimalist plus smart design. As soon as he entered and inserted the room card, the curtains in the bedroom and living room automatically opened, revealing an endless ocean view—an incredibly soothing feeling.

The interior was exquisitely decorated, with slightly monotonous colors that avoided visual fatigue, complementing the sea view perfectly.

The suite was fully equipped: one master bedroom and one guest bedroom, both with floor-to-ceiling windows for the ocean view. A spacious living room connected to the dining area and kitchen, plus a tea room and an elegant bar.

Behind the bar, a wine cabinet displayed various drinks, all complimentary.

There was also a lounge area, a meeting area, an office, and a gym—everything. What surprised Li Xian was an SPA room, where he could call a technician up for service.

The bathroom was marble-tiled, very spacious, with a rainforest shower and a full-sized bathtub. Floor-to-ceiling windows were a must, letting him enjoy the sea view while bathing.

The toilet was separate from the bathroom, featuring a Japanese smart toilet—the legendary kind that automatically washes after use.

That function was a bit embarrassing, but he could give it a try.

"Mr. Li, you enjoy our hotel's highest privileges. If you need anything, just let me know," the private concierge said respectfully after introducing the facilities.

"Nothing I need for now."

"Then I won't disturb your rest. If you need anything later, just press the service bell—I'll be on standby outside." With that, the personal butler withdrew from the room.

"Brother Xian. I have needs."

"The hell you do."