One Hundred and Twenty Six 5-Star Hotels

"Ha ha."

"Ha ha."

Seeing Ollie and Ronan laughing like crazy, Maxim had a look on his face, and turned to look at Cliff, "Do we need to exorcise them?"

In fact, Maxim's first reaction was to ask Alice. After all, Alice was the one who knew Ronan best.

However, after three months of getting along, Maxim, like other band members, has gradually gotten used to ignoring Alice's existence, like an invisible person, recording everything silently with a camera all the time, just like Alice at first. According to Si's requirements, she really began to get used to the existence of the camera and learn to ignore the existence of the camera, showing the truest self.

At this moment, Maxim's gaze drifted towards Alice, but he jumped over Alice lightly, went around in a circle, and finally landed on Cliff.

Cliff, who was concentrating on waiting for his luggage, failed to grasp the complaints in Maxim's words, but replied absently, "No time, remember? We need a rehearsal soon, so there is no time to deal with it." These chores."

Maxim, "..."

Although he didn't speak, Maxim was swearing with his eyes.

"Hahaha!" Ollie and Ronan accurately captured the misplaced dialogue between Maxim and Cliff, but they had a wonderful tacit understanding. The answers were clearly irrelevant, but they were vaguely able to fit together. The laughter could no longer be controlled. Can't stop.

In particular, Olin's angry laughter was really powerful, like an ultrasonic wave, causing the nearby passengers to look over and express their strong dissatisfaction with the noise pollution here. But looking at the two big men, Ollie and Ronan, the impulsive steps to step forward to protest still stopped.

Maxim has black lines all over his head.

Amidst the giggling laughter, the band's luggage arrived one after another, very smoothly, without any accidents, and then they left the airport with their heavy luggage, but they had no time to go to the parking lot to rent a car, so they could only endure the pain He opened his pocket, hails two taxis, and drove slowly from the airport towards the city center.

Different from the cloudless clear sky in the central and western regions, it is only the first impression of landing. The gray sky above the head has already shown the difference in the eastern part. This building has become different because of the existence of the White House. The city of Las Vegas reveals a deep and heavy, which is in stark contrast to the prosperity and frivolity of Las Vegas.

A brand new scene slowly opened in front of my eyes.

The straight and spacious street is lined with dark gray low-rise buildings on both sides. There are no high-rise buildings to block the sky, but straight and rigid lines divide the view into an orderly appearance. Those dark green, brick The red and dark blue are all submerged in the large expanse of gray, like a huge wave smashing down on the head and covering the face.

Then, a touch of white was caught in it.

A mass of white wrapped in the broad and flat green, the field of vision is wide and far away, and the suddenly bright scene makes the contrast more vivid. The mass of white reflects the piles of gray above the head, like two reverse worlds, one up and one down, The connection was completed at the apex of the white dome, and people couldn't help but wonder what the white below and the gray above had.

Ronan lay beside the car window, quietly watching the scene outside the window receding slowly, trying to record those colors, those characters and those scenes with his eyes.

When they arrived at the hotel where they stayed, the band members seemed a bit cautious. The magnificent, clean and tidy hotel lobby made their footsteps lighten up a little. It was in stark contrast to the narrow, stuffy, and crude space of the motel, as if they had come from hell. Heaven--

In fact, the motel is far from hell,

At least they still have the eaves and walls to shelter from the wind and rain. Worse situations and conditions abound. I couldn't help but become cautious, and the moral alarm bell of "don't make loud noises" in my brain sounded directly like this.

Previously, Las Vegas also had many five-star hotels, but the high-end hotels in Las Vegas have a completely different overall atmosphere because they are positioned as "resorts".

In the hotel, complex and diverse areas such as shopping streets, food streets, concerts, acrobatic performances, tourist attractions, etc. are set up, truly creating a small world in the hotel space, even if you live in it for a year or two There is no problem staying at home, and you can even find an old-fashioned barbershop.

It is precisely because of this that although all hotels in Las Vegas allow free entry and exit, the overall feeling is more like hanging out in a tourist attraction, without the experience of a "hotel", it is difficult to directly connect the surrounding environment with the accommodation.

But stepping into the Hilton Hotel, the elegance, tranquility, and orderliness in the field of vision is another look——

The elegant gentleman who is waiting in the hotel lobby is flipping through the newspaper, and the businessman is hurrying to the bar on the first floor of the hotel. The businessman is neatly dressed in suits and leather shoes. The couple who are preparing to check out with holiday straw hats and floral dresses are complaining about the trivial matters during the holiday. There are children who occasionally run back and forth in the corridor to break the silence and laugh happily...

Every detail is signaling that this is a five-star hotel.

What's more, there was the doorman who took the initiative to greet him, and took the luggage from Cliff with a smile on his face and a gentle tone.

The words of "rejection" came to his lips, but he seemed to be able to feel the scrutiny of the entire lobby from the corner of his eyes. Cliff swallowed it, quietly opened his shoulders, and straightened his waist. Although he was still a little uneasy inside, But he handed the luggage to the doorman without revealing anything.

It wasn't until after entering the room and the doorman closed the door that Cliff began to feel heartbroken——

The tip is a full ten dollars.

Not unaffordable, but unnecessary luxury for the One-Day Kings; besides, they had just taken a taxi.

For this reason, Cliff also specifically knocked on the door of the next room, and asked Ollie who came to open the door, "How much tip did you just give?"

"...Twenty." Although a little surprised, Ollie still thought about it seriously, and answered casually, and then he could hear Cliff sucking in a breath of cold air.

Ollie laughed softly, "It was just one time, my drum kit and Ronan's keyboard were all heavy objects, they helped carry them up, of course we need to express our gratitude."

Cliff could hardly breathe, "How could you not care? This is already our one-night accommodation fee, and you just gave it as a tip?"

"Hehe, once in a while, it's okay." Ollie was still heartless, unable to understand Cliff's worries at all.

Cliff was a little heartbroken.