I really don't want to be red

Chapter 1888 Disgusting People

An Ran only needs to say a few good words in front of Mr. Eleven, which is more useful than rewarding him with 10 yuan.

He has been the general manager of this hotel for 10 years.

It's a good thing if you can move a little bit.

"Mr. An Ran, I'll take you down!" Matthews smiled more enthusiastically.

An Ran didn't refuse either, and the two got on the elevator together.

Matthews hurried to help press the elevator button without waiting for him to do it.

An Ran said thanks.

The two chatted casually in the elevator, and Matthews spoke with a very high standard, complimenting An Ran a few words in a subtle way.

The words are very subtle, but very comfortable, and the rank is quite high.

On the first floor, Matthews said, "Mr. An Ran, please go first."

An Ran walked out, "Mr. Matthews, you have worked hard these few days, and you should also pay attention to your body, don't get tired."

"Thank you Mr. An Ran for your concern."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a puzzled voice, "Mr. Matthews?"

Matthews and An Ran looked over together.

Hey, isn't this a coincidence?

The person who came was the old silver coin Arman, who looked at An Ran and Matthews suspiciously.

Matthews was polite, but his tone was alienated, "Mr. Arman, hello."

Arman didn't know what An Ran was doing.

But Matthews knew that when he was helping An Ran, he already knew what An Ran was going to do.

As a human being, of course he knew where his ass stood.

It is better to offend a hundred Armans than to offend one An Ran.

This is a good friend of the big boss.

And his words are very useful.

Arman looked at An Ran and snorted coldly, "What are you doing here?"

An Ran didn't intend to talk to him at first.

In the end who wins and who loses, you will know when you pull it out tomorrow.

But what's the matter with this guy's superior tone?

I am not your son!

As for talking to me like that?
Thinking of this, An Ran became unhappy.

He smiled and said, "Of course I'm here to see the venue! Since we met here, I'll tell you by the way."

"Tomorrow night at 7 o'clock, on the 54th floor here, there will be a "Growing Pains" TV series recommendation reception. If Mr. Arman is interested, you can definitely come and have a drink!"

"What? I heard it right!" Arman looked surprised, then laughed.

"Oh my god……"

Arman said incredulously: "Mr. An Ran, I want to know, what gave you the courage to hold a recommendation meeting after a series? Oh...you let me see the confidence of Xiazhou people, and you still have it under the contract." The whole floor, I'm really curious."

"Of course it's quality!" An Ran said with a smile: "Quality is the lifeline of a TV series, no matter how you suppress it, it will be futile. I believe this TV series will become popular all over the world."

"Then you can continue with your daydream, Mr. An Ran."

"Is it a dream? I believe we will find out soon!"

Alman snorted, ignored An Ran, and came over to embarrass Matthews instead.

"Mr. Matthews, you knew in advance that we are going to hold a film and television drama recommendation meeting on the top floor, why would we rent the 54th floor to this despicable Xiazhou person!"

As soon as these words came out, An Ran suddenly became unwilling.

You usually just talk about Lao Tzu, but you are a bit too wide-eyed.

"Mr. Arman, please pay attention to your words, you are a public figure after all!" An Ran said coldly, "You know my character, your words have already offended me!"

Arman cares a lot, "So what if I offend you? This is Xizhou, not Xiazhou!"

An Ran nodded, "Mr. Alman, remember your words, I, An Ran, never threaten people, but I will use actions to retaliate against you."

"I'll wait, Mr. An Ran!" Arman showed no fear on his face.

Matthews lowered his face and said, "Mr. Alman, you know that Xizhou is a tolerant country. What you said just now has violated the law. I can sue you at any time!"

"?"

Arman looked confused, he is not your father, why are you defending him like this?
"Mr. Matthews, I don't understand, why are you protecting this guy?" Arman pointed to An Ran.

An Ran made a sudden move, grabbed his outstretched finger, and twisted it hard.

Arman let out a scream.

An Ran said coldly: "Mr. Arman, didn't your mother teach you that it's impolite to point at people?"

As he slowly exerted force, Arman lowered his body lower and lower.

As the saying goes, "Ten fingers connect to a heart"!
This kind of pain is not something ordinary people can bear.

Alman burst into tears of pain.

An Ran said: "Apologize, or I will wring your finger off!"

Arman endured the severe pain, "Do you know the consequences of doing this? I will sue you and you will go to jail!"

An Ran smiled and said: "I have money, I can give you money, and I can guarantee that you will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life! Do you want 200 million? Or 300 million? Or 1000 million? I only need to wring your finger off." !"

"You... ah!"

Alman screamed louder and louder.

It's a pity that it's already night, and there are no other customers in the hotel lobby.

Other staff saw that Matthews was present, but no one came over knowingly.

Matthews said: "Mr. Alman, if it were me, I would definitely choose to apologize. Even if there are 1000 million, the lost things will not come back!"

"Besides...you don't have any witnesses? How can you prove that your finger was broken by Mr. An Ran?"

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and at this time, "Mr. An Ran and I have been arranging the scene of the reception, how could it be possible to break your finger."

You are paralyzed!
Arman almost cursed, you are talking nonsense with your eyes open.

He already understood that Matthews was completely on the side of Enron. If they united, he really had no evidence for this matter today.

An Ran smiled slightly after hearing this, "Did you hear that? Mr. Arman, Xizhou is said to be a country that is very concerned about evidence. Do you think you will find any evidence?"

Arman saw a flash of light in An Ran's eyes, with a hint of ruthlessness.

His heart skipped a beat, this guy didn't seem to want to admit his mistake at all, so as to wring his fingers off.

And just like Matthews said, without evidence, he has no chance of winning.

He glanced at the monitor in the corner of the hall, and he already knew it.

Based on everything recorded by the surveillance, even if he didn't break his fingers, it would be enough for him to go in and squat for a few months.

"Mr. An Ran, I'm sorry!"

After communicating this section, he immediately confessed.

Then he saw a hint of disappointment flashing in An Ran's eyes, and he shouted in his heart that he was lucky.

This guy really intends to wring his finger off.

It's really hard to start.

An Ran continued to use force, "Mr. Alba, I hope you will be more sincere."

(End of this chapter)