Hakone Onsen Town, southeast of Honshu Island, Japan.

Here everywhere green peaks are arched, the streams are murmuring, the forests are dotted with residential monuments, the snow top of Mount Fuji can be seen in the distance, and the cherry blossoms can be seen in the near distance, a picturesque scenery of "white clouds around the mountains, clear spring stones upstream".

Today, the Yunohana Prince Hotel is being bought by a mysterious rich man today. It was a business that could not be refused, and early in the morning, the liaison of the elite association in Japan came to the door with a check and a letter saying that they were going to have a huge wine > here

The rooms at the Prince Hotel were fully booked a month ago, and although looking at the long string of zeros on the check like a proud tail, the boss was thrilled but couldn't accept it, so he had to politely refuse.

Because today is the opening day of the Beaujolais Wine Festival in France, the venue is set in Hakone, the hot spring town, Beaujolais wine lovers from all over the world flock to fill all the hot spring hotels in Hakone.

"You don't have to worry, none of the guests who book will come to pick up the room." Without blinking an eyelid, the personal liaison of the Elite Club seemed to pick up a cabbage in the wet market: "Our Elite Club people have contacted the guests one by one, and each guest will receive a round-trip return flight to Beaujolais, France, including a free seven-day trip to Paris and a shopping subsidy of 5,000 pounds." So, these guests won't come. ”

The soup house owner's eyes were round, he quickly took out the list of scheduled guests, looked through them carefully, and then pointed to two of the names and said, "These two guests...... Aren't you coming? ”

The liaison glanced at the Japanese on the roster, which read: Hiroyuki Fujiwara, President of XX Co., Ltd., and Shintaro Ishihara, Governor of Tokyo.

He smiled slightly: "These two guests will arrive, but he is our boss's guest." ”

The soup house owner's eyes widened again, and his eyeballs looked like they were about to fall to the floor.

However, he had heard of the Elite Club, a legendary club of the world's richest founded by members of the British royal family, with members from various countries and regions, and a large number of them were world entertainment stars, business tycoons, and political dignitaries. For example, Madonna, Rolling Stone frontman Mick Jagger, famous British movie star Gwyneth Paltrow, and socialite Paris Hilton are also their members.

Their slogan is: nothing is impossible, only the unthinkable.

From shopping and booking flights, to moon landing or dining with members of the British royal family, as long as members want to do it, as long as they are willing to spend money, the elite club will make proper arrangements for them.

"Here's our guest list." The liaison handed over a long list.

The owner of the soup house took a look, and in addition to celebrities in Japanese politics and business, there are also many stars in the entertainment industry, and even geisha and girl groups are among them.

Such a complex and disparate composition of guests made the boss an eye-opener.

"Forgive me for taking the liberty of belonging, who is this distinguished guest?" The boss couldn't help his curiosity, but he had to hide it: "I know that we shouldn't ask about the identity of the guest, but the identity of the guest is of great benefit to us for targeted preparation, please forgive me." ”

He bowed deeply to show his uneasiness at his presumptuousness.

"He's an aristocrat, he lives in Europe all the year round, and you can see him as an Englishman." The liaison stood up and bowed to the boss as well, "As for the rest, you don't need to ask too clearly. ”

It's already eight o'clock in the evening, but the Yuhana Prince Hotel, the most famous hot spring in Hakone, is brightly lit and full of people.

The red wine began.

Ten thousand bottles of Beaujolais wine were poured into the hot springs, dyeing the water bright red, like a pool of blood in hell. As the only French AOC wine that is produced and drunk in the same year, Beaujolais Nouvelle is a delicacy in the French wine world for people with global tastes, and it is only for those who truly love and understand wine. It's tradition, it's fashion.

Huge barrels are set up on wooden shelves and placed in each place, and guests dressed in swimsuits or kimonos can reach out and unscrew the valves on the barrels at any time to pour themselves a glass of fruity Beaujolais wine.

In some of the hotel's rooms, the freshest sashimi arrives from the Tsukiji Market that day, including blue lobster from the English Channel and bluefin tuna from the western Pacific Ocean, where they are cut and served to guests under the skillful knife skills of Japanese chefs.

Old Habs buried his head in the water for five minutes before he took a big breath, and the rich Beaujolais wine mixed with mineral-rich thermal water was evaporated by fifty or sixty degrees of water, and the surrounding mist was filled with refreshing fruity aromas.

There are a few girls around, some are dressed up in Hatsune Miku, some are dressed up in Kuroiwa, and there are also Charles, Sakura, Tsukino Hare, Shiranui Mai, Tifa, Asuka and so on......

The girl's giggles made the old man happy, although he was already a hundred years old, but Mr. Habs did not see many signs of aging, his hair was snow-white, but his skin was much more delicate than that of the average old man, there were not too many wrinkles, and the most important one was that there were no age spots that disgusted him the most.

“！” The old man raised his glass, took a big sip of red wine with his teenage sisters, and chased him through the hot springs with a water gun in his hand.

"Mr. Habs?" A waiter walks to the edge of the pool, holding a silver platter with a mobile phone on it.

"Uh......" Seeing the mobile phone above, the old Habs shook his head and sighed, "Work is like a ghost...... he sighed.

After saying goodbye to the little girls one by one, the old Habs reluctantly left the hot spring pool, picked up the phone and stepped aside.

"Who?"

"Finch."

"Ahh Finch, my old friend, what time is it in the morning for you? Five? Or four o'clock? It's not me saying you, work is work, life is for enjoyment, life is not just about work. ”

"It's urgent, I have to bother you." Finch said, "I'm five o'clock here." ”

"Finch, if you don't have a good reason, I think you'll have to pay me a red wine, and when it's time to entertain, a work call is the most disruptive kind of harassment." He put a kimono over his body, lay down in a wooden chair, glanced at the snow on the top of Mount Fuji in the distance, and said in a complaining tone.

"The situation is more troublesome, and it's complicated, and the Sky Curtain Company has been invaded tonight." "I suppose Mr. Ross will seize this opportunity to attack me early this morning," Finch said on the phone, so I have to show you something before then." This was done not only for the sake of the canopy, but also for Long Yun. ”

"The Sky Curtain Company has been invaded? Finch, aren't you very confident in the 'Sky Eye' system? Old Habs said with some regret: "Although Ross is my butler, he is also a deputy director of the board of supervisors, and if he finds a suitable reason, I will not intervene to stop it." ”

"Mr. Habs, I have sent a report to your personal mailbox, and I hope that you will go back to your room and open your mailbox and look at it, no matter how busy you are now." Finch said, "I think you'll have enough reasons to stop Rose from attacking Long Yun after reading it." ”

"Ah...... Ross wants to attack Long Yun? Old Habs snorted and deliberately avoided the question: "I don't think it's as serious as you think, right?" That Chinese is just a mixed-race race, and Rose, as the big butler of the four major families, should not depreciate his identity, right? ”

On the other end of the phone, Finch obviously heard Habs's tone of not wanting to meddle in this matter, so he said: "Any decision, Mr. Habs, please read the email, I believe that after reading it, you will have a new opinion on this matter." ”

"What did you send me?" Old Habs heard something about it, Finch was not the kind of person who was shocked by the slightest moment, and it was clear that the so-called report was important.

"It's a genetic test report. Long Yun's. ”