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Chapter 235 Hot Spring Hotel in Sapporo

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I met a tourist group from South Korea and almost attracted onlookers.

After leaving the airport, a cold wind blew in my face, blowing the snowflakes on the ground.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness in the distance.

The average temperature in Sapporo in January is below zero, and the snow almost never melts.

From December until March, the area is covered in ice and snow, attracting many tourists for vacation.

Suri usually lives in warm Hawaii and Los Angeles, but the scene in front of her makes Suri feel a little interesting.

now.

Daju was hiding in his down jacket, only his head was exposed, and he was looking around.

This cat has always been very good, eating and sleeping every day, or watching cartoons.

Suri was worried that it had damaged its head, so he took it out for a walk.

Judging from Daju's expression, it was obvious that he was not satisfied with this trip.

When we got off the plane just now, it was minus six degrees outside, and a gust of cold wind almost froze his balls hard. It wasn't until he got into Suri's clothes to keep warm that he felt a little more comfortable.

Been working for a while.

Of course, Jiang Jiaya would not make the mistake of staring at Su Rui after a long trip, and finally had to take a taxi.

On the way here, I have contacted American Express customer service to arrange a fleet of vehicles, hotels, cash, etc. in advance.

Sitting in a stretched Mercedes-Benz S-Class with the heater on, I immediately feel alive.

The driver said loudly in English, "Welcome to Sapporo", "I will provide the best service", etc., as if louder sounds were more sincere.

Suri has never been to Japan.

I don't know whether to pay a tip here, so I snapped my fingers and asked Jiang Jiaya to reward the driver with [-] yen, which is only equivalent to a few tens of dollars.

The exchange rates of various countries are different, and it is easy to make jokes occasionally.

For example, in Korean dramas, people often talk about hundreds of millions or billions, which seems very wealthy. In fact, tens of thousands of dollars can be exchanged for [-] million won.

The driver accepted the tip and didn't bother us any more, and even helped raise the partition in the car.

Jiang Jiaya saw tourists chasing after her, and many little girls' faces were happy. Through the car window, she asked: "So you are also very famous here?"

Suri replied:
"I should be considered an international superstar when I come here. American culture has great influence, especially in a country like Japan. American media is more influential than local media, and the same is true for film, television, music and other cultural industries."

The so-called foreign monks like to chant sutras, especially in Japan.

It is not easy to completely get rid of the mentality of cultural inferiority. It is likely to take two or three generations of subtle influence before the effect can be seen.

Of course.

This is on the premise of being able to be independent.

It’s not possible in Japan.

Every aspect of Japan is controlled by the United States. More than ten years ago, Japan's GDP once reached [-]% of that of the United States. Facts have proved that it was just a bubble of false prosperity. It was knocked down by a series of combined punches.

In order to purchase some international film and television rights, Suri watched several famous Japanese dramas, but found them depressing and lifeless. The same was true for the entire local society.

Jiang Jiaya wiped off the mist on the car window with her hand, and continued:

"The weather is really cold. Fortunately, I brought a few extra clothes. No wonder so many people go to Hawaii for vacation."

The Japanese population in Hawaii is very large.

The probability of encountering them on the street is much higher than that of encountering Chinese Americans. The reason why they rush there in large numbers is also partly due to the weather.

Suri unzipped her clothes and let out the big orange.I wiped the glass and looked out. The car bypassed downtown Sapporo and headed north.

soon.

The roadside is becoming more and more desolate, the hills are covered with thick snow, the woods are covered with silver, and from time to time you can see the signs of hot spring hotels and ski resorts.

The journey was farther than Suri imagined.

After more than half an hour, the car finally stopped in an unknown valley.

After he got off the car, he stretched and looked around. There was snow everywhere. When he stepped on it, even his knees were buried in the snow.

The signboard of this hot spring hotel is in Japanese. Su Rui can't understand what it means. She only knows the word "Soup".

The outside of the wall is covered with tree trunk logs. The shape is quite distinctive and the quality looks good.

Enter the hotel lobby.

Hoshino Yuko, wearing a white thin sweater, was already waiting for him. After meeting him, he smiled and said, "I'm not lying to you. Isn't the scenery nearby great?"

"It's not bad. After working here for more than ten hours, my waist is almost broken. Fortunately, I didn't find the wrong place."

"Let me eat with you first. The roasted bird in the restaurant tastes very good. It is Japanese-style grilled chicken skewers."

After listening to Hoshino Yuko, Suri told:
"My stomach has been growling for a long time. If I didn't want to eat the delicious food you photographed for me, I should have bought two burgers at the airport first. Is the filming of the commercial going well? When will it end?"

"It's almost time. When I finish my work tomorrow, I can go skiing with you."

"It doesn't matter whether I ski or not, I'm not very skilled anyway, so don't go back on your promise to take an open-air bath with me."

It is rare to meet such a big client as Su Rui.

The proprietress of the hot spring hotel was very enthusiastic and brought other waiters over to bow and say hello.

I looked specifically at the proprietress, and I can only say that everything in the film is indeed a lie.

If she met this fat aunt in the hot spring bath at night, Suri would definitely choose to run away.

Really hungry.

Asking Jiang Jiaya to help him and several bodyguards check in, Su Rui went to dinner with Hoshino Yuko first.

He ordered grilled chicken legs, grilled wings, grilled chicken gizzards, grilled saury, noodles, and the so-called specialty Oden.

There are no chairs in the restaurant, so we sit cross-legged to eat.

Because the heating was on, Daju lay directly on the mat. Although he had done nothing along the way, he was so tired that he didn't want to move anymore and was just waiting for the meal.

Hoshino Yuko said while petting the cat:

"The director of the film crew went to Daxue Mountain to shoot the scenery, and only one assistant was left to take care of me. I thought it would be very simple to shoot commercials. I didn't expect that there would be several sets. I knew that I should have asked for more endorsement fees."

If you can make millions of dollars in just a few days, this kind of complaint should fall on deaf ears, just listen to it.

Suri asked her: "Where is the Snow Mountain? Is the scenery beautiful?"

"I'm not sure. If you want to go, ask the proprietress later. The hotel's tour guide organizes tourists to go out every morning. It seems that they can take the cable car up the mountain. Have you seen the event poster in Sapporo? There will be a snow festival in a few days. Check it out. There will be ice sculptures and ski competitions, and then how about going to a market selling street food.”

After Hoshino Yuko finished speaking enthusiastically, Su Rui smiled and said:

"In those markets, they only sell oden, octopus balls and the like. You can eat them even in Los Angeles. I will check the information online later and then decide what to do after reading it. The weather is so cold that I don't want to go out."

"It's like this when you first come here. You'll get used to it in a couple of days. I grew up in Hawaii and am more afraid of the cold than you."

The food is served very quickly.

After the waiter brought the oden and ramen, Daju was busy faster than Suri. He squatted down and waited for the meal to be served.

I helped blow it and gave it a bunch of crab meat sticks.

The taste is just like Oden cooking, there’s nothing much to say about it.
(End of this chapter)