"What?" The manager showed a surprise expression upon hearing this.
Ji Yeshang looked at Ji Dong in confusion, "Brother, you want to book eight presidential suites? There are only four here. To be honest, I've never dared to stay in these rooms before. The astronomical price is said to be close to a hundred thousand gold coins per day. You want eight? Have you come into wealth? Even then, this is no way to spend money."
Ji Dong shook his head and said, "If there aren't enough presidential suites, then book the four available, and then book four rooms of a tier lower. That should be available, right?" As he spoke, he casually threw a purple circular token into the manager's hand. It was designed like a gold coin with an image of a chubby face.
The manager subconsciously took the token, but the next instant, his face changed dramatically, even more frightened than when dealing with Ji Yeshang before. "Bo... Boss..."
Ji Dong waved his hand, "Hurry up and arrange."
