A farmer entered a hotel, but the receptionist looked at him with disdain. When he took out his phone, everyone regretted it… It was late afternoon when a man, already over fifty, entered the lobby of a luxurious five-star hotel in the city. His skin was darkened by the sun and the country winds. He wore a faded brown shirt, stained with dirt, and old, almost worn-out sneakers. At first glance, it was easy to distinguish him as a farmer from the provinces. He walked slowly to the reception desk