Violators Club

Chapter 739 Your Boss Is Surnamed Chen?

Wall Street is not Xiangjiang, where dragons and snakes are mixed.

Reckless action is likely to cause trouble. There is a saying that a strong dragon does not overwhelm a local snake, but this sentence is right or wrong, because crossing the river dragon does not provoke a local snake, not because it cannot be defeated, but because it is too troublesome.

Fang Jinxin didn't think he couldn't deal with such an old white man.

Now he is not what he used to be. Through the boss's network, who are he working with now?
The last overlord of Xiangjiang, the Li family, is also a top dignitary on Wall Street.

As for the Tokugawa family, they are super bosses who can shake the entire Wall Street.

Fang Jinxin has a very sinister idea. It is not just an old white man who wants to kill him, but the forces behind the old white man, those friends and stakeholders of the other party. Two bad mouth, regret for a lifetime!

It's just that if you want to achieve this, it's too high, and it's not something he can do by pulling a tiger's skin.

But Fang Jinxin is smart because he is smart. What he is not sure about does not mean that his boss is also not sure.

And the old white man, who knew nothing about all of this, still had an arrogant expression at the moment: "I was shocked, I thought how capable it was, but it turned out that it was not useful, and a yellow-skinned monkey is a yellow-skinned monkey. Go back to your junkyard and cry for your mother!"

In fact, the old white man was also taken aback just now. He is more arrogant, but he is not a fool without a brain.

One hit one is sure to beat the yellow-skinned monkey in front of him, but one hit eighteen?
I'm not a nigger with well-developed limbs and a simple mind, saying that I can beat farts. Didn't Ali's lowly nigger suffer from Parkinson's and can only linger in a wheelchair for the rest of his life?

Although I was taken aback, but seeing Fang Jinxin being stopped?

The old white man became complacent again, and couldn't help cursing secretly in his heart, he really is a group of boneless cowards, so what if he has some money now?The slavishness in their bones remains unchanged, a group of ignorant and uneducated bumpkins.

On the other side, I don't know if it was because of the loud noise just now, or because so many people gathered at the door, fearing that it would have a bad impact on the hotel.

The manager of the Fairy King Hotel was wearing a black suit, tie, and a pair of shiny black leather shoes.

Stepping on a thin layer of snow, Dexter asked with a serious expression:
"What's going on, don't you know this is a private hotel?"

The moment he saw Dexter, the old white man's expression changed a bit.

Without the arrogant look at the beginning, there is a bit of flattery in the tone:

"Manager Dexter, why did you come out? There's nothing wrong with it. It's the yellow-skinned monkeys in front of me who brazenly said that they were going to enter the Fairy King Hotel. A group of country bumpkins who don't understand anything really make me laugh."

The old white man had been eavesdropping on Fang Jin's new conversation just now.

That's why they knew that these yellow-skinned monkeys from the third world wanted to stay at the Fairy King Hotel.This made him feel amused, and he looked at Fang Jinxin and his group with mockery of their ignorance.

Where is Fairy King Hotel?
This is not one of those hotels where money can be easily entered!

As for the hotel manager on the other side, he ignored the old white man at all, just looked at Fang Jinxin and his party, and then asked:

"Are you going to stay in a hotel?"

Fang Jinxin nodded. They were also white men, but for some reason, Fang Jinxin actually liked the neatly dressed hotel manager in front of him. He seemed to have a unique affinity for him?
"Yes, that's right. We want to stay in this hotel. There are [-] people in total. How much is the total?"

Before the hotel manager could speak, the old white man next to him laughed, and he mocked wantonly:
"You are not willing to say that you are country bumpkins. A group of ignorant yellow-skinned monkeys, how rich are you? There are a lot of rich people in the Big Apple. This is a private hotel. Do you know what is private? Even if you have it It’s not necessarily a place where money can live.”

Yellow monkey, yellow monkey, yellow monkey!
The other party mentioned it repeatedly, which made Fang Jinxin's expression warm and angry, and his eyes became more and more gloomy.

The old white man ignored it at all, and took out a delicate card from his pocket with provocative eyes:

"Manager Dexter, I want a room."

Who is the old white man?
To be honest, the hotel manager didn't know him at all.

The Elven King is a high-end private hotel, and the people here are responsible for the reception of top bosses. As the hotel manager, Dexter, he only needs to remember the core of a dozen top dignitaries.

As for the remaining cats and dogs?
Dexter doesn't have the energy to remember your name, and he resents being interrupted.

With a slight frown, the hotel manager glanced at the exquisite card handed over by the other party, and shook his head:
"Sorry, the hotel has an event recently, and no one is accepted except by invitation."

Saying that, he looked at Fang Jinxin on the opposite side again:
"If there is nothing wrong, please leave, this is a private place, and no one will be received in the near future."

Fang Jinxin nodded, instead of stalking, he said very considerately:

"I am sorry to trouble you."

This pleases the hotel manager.

Polite people are mostly not too popular. Dexter likes polite people, especially after studying the magic book [Emotional Intelligence] several times, he has become more and more friendly in dealing with people.

He shrugged and responded jokingly:
"It's okay, this kind of misunderstanding often occurs, and I'm used to it."

This short but very harmonious conversation ended.

Fang Jinxin turned his head to look at his subordinates. He shrugged his shoulders with a helpless expression: "Brothers, I'm sorry, you heard it too. This is a private hotel, and we usually don't accept outsiders at all. We may have mistaken the hotel."

One of the traders scratched his head, took out a mobile phone from his pocket, looked at the text message sent on it, and looked at the surrounding environment:
"It shouldn't be. The boss said it was the Elven King Hotel next to Wall Street. The address written in the text message is right here."

Beside him, that is, the middle-aged man who was excited when he first saw Xuehua, said in a somewhat uncertain tone at this moment:
"Maybe there's another one around? Maybe we'll get someone to ask, the manager seems nice."

The old white man not far away had an ugly expression on his face.

The exquisite card he took out from his pocket, the so-called membership card, did not mean that he really wanted to stay at the Fairy King Hotel for a day, despite his arrogant and domineering appearance in front of Fang Jinxin and others.

But in fact, the old white man knew very well in his heart that he was just a little character like a cat and a dog. Even if he stayed at the Fairy King Hotel at his current level, the room would not be too high-end, and he might not even be able to get into the mid-range.

Rest in this environment?

Whether it is the environment or the supporting facilities, it is far less comfortable to live in your own high-end apartment.

What really drove him to do this was the distorted self-esteem in his heart. He just wanted people like Fang Jinxin to see that you can go where you yellow-skinned monkeys can't go.

Most of the Yingjiang people, especially the pseudo-elites like the old white men who climbed up from the bottom and finally made some achievements, most of them are like this-they are extremely arrogant in their hearts, but they are also extremely inferior!

Some are similar to the neon whose bones were broken by the eagle sauce, and the heart is extremely distorted and deformed. Only this kind of superiority based on the pain and aggrievedness of others, as well as the huge leap in class, can make the old white man feel happy.

But the embarrassing thing is that the hotel manager didn't respond at all, and directly shut him down.

But even so, the old white man didn't dare to say anything.

After all, this is the Elven King Hotel, even the big boss behind him must be respected enough, let alone him, a cat and a dog.

But even so, looking at Fang Jinxin and his party not far away, the old white man still couldn't help but mocked:
"Hey, brainless yellow-skinned monkey, do you want me to help you?

The director of the New York Zoo has a good relationship with me, and I can divide you into several cages, but I think the trash can in the zoo is more suitable for you, it will make you feel at home, and maybe you can find the smell of your mother, haha. "

And when the old white man's tone was extremely arrogant?
He does not mean that.

The hotel manager, who was planning to leave, couldn't help being stunned at this moment. He turned his head to look at Fang Jinxin who was not far away, and asked with a surprised expression:
"Wait a minute, may I ask if the boss you are talking about is surnamed Chen?"

Fang Jinxin nodded, his head turned quickly:

"That's right, the surname is Chen. Didn't the boss tell you that we're coming today?"