The old man took the time to go to the Los Angeles Public Library after get off work, and wasted time. He did not arrive in Beverly Hills until nearly seven o'clock.

After he returned home, Han Xuan heard the passing, picked up the small cardboard box in his grandfather's hand and found the magazine, lay on the sofa, looking at the bright lights.

He didn't care about the check. It was important to have the photos he took to be recognized by National Geographic magazine. It was fake to say he was unsatisfied. Han Xuan remembered that he took more than 20 photos and made them into a booklet to distribute them to the group of tourists. Three of them were published this time.

The article is very long. In addition to his group of fluorescent feet and the human marks left by the fall, there is also a photo of Daini's smile on it.

That night, the beach was dim and she couldn't see her face clearly, but the slender figure jumping in the air, accompanied by white beaches and fires, and a blue and purple light belt like a Milky Way, Han Xuan had to admit that the artistic conception looked really beautiful.

It just didn't take a selfie, which made the boy feel a little sorry, and he secretly complained that the editor-in-chief of National Geographic magazine had no vision.

While eating, the old man remembered the invitation letter from the Pebble Beach Auto Show. As soon as he asked, Han Xuan stared at him, and he nodded and agreed. He looked at the date written on it. It started on July 6th and lasted for a week.

Han Xuan was a little embarrassed. Today is only No. 3. Anya will go to San Francisco these days. On one hand, there is a top event in the world's antique car collection industry, and on the other hand, he has known his friends since childhood. He bit the salmon meat in his mouth, looked at the crystal chandelier on the top of the restaurant and thought for a long time. He turned his head to look at his grandfather: "How many people can you bring here?"

Mr. Han responded domineeringly: "No matter how many you can do, as long as the Pebble Beach Golf Course can stand."

...

Write books quietly at home, or ask bodyguards to take themselves around, time will soon pass.

During this period, he called the San Francisco Art Museum, pushed from the side, and knocked out the date that Mrs. Cecilia might arrive. On the evening of the fifth, Han Xuan quietly contacted the driver Benjamin and set off smoothly the next morning.

I originally thought it was impossible to know it, but when the helicopter landed on the roof of the Hilton Hotel in Union Square, San Francisco, before he got off the plane, seven or eight white men in suits surrounded him. Look at the familiar appearance, it was clearly the people who had been following him during this period.

Han Xuan felt that he had been deeply deceived, so he turned around and glanced at Benjamin with a resentful look, and had no choice but to speak to one of them: "My grandpa knows, right?"

"Well, we rushed over overnight. The boss has already arranged the hotel room for you and handed the luggage to me." The middle-aged bodyguard who spoke was dozing off, took Han Xuan's backpack, reached out to make a request...

The room is located on the top floor of the Hilton Hotel, and you can take the elevator from the rooftop apron and go down two floors.

Sos has been providing Hilton International Hotel Group with daily necessities, food and other products for the past ten years. The two companies have a deep foundation for cooperation. A few years ago, Barron Hilton once gave a few gold cards to the old man, so members of the Korean family usually stay in this hotel when they go out.

The Hilton hotel in Union Square is four-star, but the top-floor presidential suite is not bad compared to the five-star one. If the old man hadn't called to arrange it, Han Xuan wouldn't even be able to touch the door just by relying on Han Xuan.

The room is decorated with a retro style that combines Central and European style. I have stayed at the King of Morocco, Queen of Spain and Prince of Saudi Arabia and other VIPs.

The area is more than 600 square meters, divided into two floors, with three bedrooms, two rooms, a dining room for private meetings, a kitchen, a small theater and a study room with speakers and film and television equipment.

At the corner of the gym is a jacuzzi and a sauna room. Each bedroom has a separate bathroom and a wardrobe room, and luxurious atmosphere is everywhere.

The old man usually doesn’t look like someone who is willing to spend money in vain, but he doesn’t have a bodyguard room in other rooms, so this is why.

Han Xuan chose a master bedroom. The walls of the room were covered with mosaic tiles, and the white gold-edged washbasins and mirrors were designed in Roman style. There was a small wooden chair in the bathroom. The bathtub was equipped with pure water, incense, bath salt, and four walls of the wardrobe room. Except for the windowsills and doors, the rest were cabinets. From these details, he could see the meticulous service concept of the Hilton Hotel.

The large bed, which is more than two meters long and wide, is very soft, and it only took more than an hour to get here from Los Angeles.

The San Francisco Art Gallery will not open until ten o'clock. It slipped away in a hurry just as dawn in the morning and had not had time to eat.

He picked up the phone and called the VIP's unique account manager and asked her to bring some food. Han Xuan rolled around on the bed. He was very tired but couldn't sleep. After a waiter came, he simply got out of bed and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to take a good look at this city with a unique history.

San Francisco, also known as San Francisco, is the fourth largest city in California, located in northern California, close to the famous high-tech industrial zone - Silicon Valley.

Like Los Angeles, it is also on the Pacific Ocean. In the mid-19th century, due to the discovery of gold mines here, a large number of gold diggers were attracted. Some of them stayed and lived here since then. Therefore, overseas Chinese called it "Golden Mountain". Later, in order to distinguish it from Melbourne, Australia, it was renamed San Francisco.

About one-fifth of the city's population of more than 600,000 are Chinese. Except for New York, this is the second most Chinese in the United States. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the outside urban area is quite historical.

You can see the landscapes of Coit Tower, Fisherman's Wharf, etc., and the San Francisco Municipal Hall is blocked by the building. You can only see hundreds of pigeons flying in the sky on its top. The sun reveals half of its face in the clouds. The ground gradually heats up, and the air conditioner in the presidential suite begins to operate.

Hearing a slight knock on the door, Han Xuan was about to go out. When he walked to the door, a bodyguard had already sent the waiter away and pushed the cart to the boy: "Did you ordered?"

"Well, have you eaten? If you don't eat it, go and order something." Seeing him bringing the metal tray to the table, Han Xuan raised his head and asked.

"No, each serving costs dozens of dollars. I'll buy some on the roadside when I go out later."

"You don't need to eat from your salary." Open the cover and the fragrance came to your nose. Next to the simple sandwich was a small plate of black caviar. Han Xuan felt that with the size of the bodyguard, he would probably not be able to eat enough for five servings.

"You mean the housing expenses are deducted?" asked someone next to him.

"No, no, I..."

"Hey, boy, I'm just kidding you."

Han Xuan gave his eyes blank speechlessly. Unexpectedly, the guys who were usually cold and cruel were still there: "I'll leave when I finish eating, and you can find a place to settle the breakfast."

“Where to go?”

“San Francisco Art Gallery.”

"Wow! I haven't been there since I was a child, it's art..."
Chapter completed!