Violators Club

Chapter 741 Soft-hearted, can't see this.

Chen Changqing was chatting happily with Dexter here.

The space-themed room has a pleasant temperature. Looking at the silver-clad world outside the window, holding a sci-fi masterpiece in your hand, even if you stay in the room alone, life is extremely nourishing and you will never feel bored.

But on the other side?
The group of people who just got off the plane were naturally very excited when they saw snow that they had never seen before.

It's a pity that because of the disappointment of the old white man, everyone is not interested in playing with the snow at first, but it is too boring to stand dryly in front of the hotel, and the Big Apple is in the cold winter weather.

Everyone thought about it and started chatting.

Just chatting, the topic couldn't help but talk about the hotel manager Dexter just now, and one of them said with emotion: "Jin Xin, the manager just now is not bad."

After the words fell, Fang Jinxin nodded in agreement.

Not arrogant or impetuous, full of affinity, self-confidence from the inside out, coupled with being methodical in dealing with others, this kind of talent is in line with most people's first impression of a citizen of a big country, and looking at the old white man who is still standing not far away , Fang Jinxin couldn't help but sigh with emotion:
"Every country has high-quality people, and there are also low-quality people."

Human beings are an aggregate, there are noble ones, and naturally there are also inferior ones.

Therefore, any policy of dividing by race is a stupid and bad behavior, forcibly turning class issues into racial issues, thereby dividing different voices and artificially creating conflicts.

It seems to have benefited, but it violates the laws of nature. It will inevitably usher in a backlash in the future and pay the price for what it did before!
This is why 20 years later, Yingjiang will fall into a crisis of tearing, but the node outbreak of backlash, and the law of the operation of things is doomed to this situation.

The old white man couldn't understand Cantonese, but seeing Fang Jinxin's eyes, he subconsciously thought that what the other party said was not good, so he couldn't help cursing:
"A bunch of idiots!"

The people not far from Fang Jinxin frowned after hearing the old white man's curse: "Is this guy sick? Why is he like a mad dog?"

Everyone couldn't understand why the old white man held such hostility towards them.

Even if it's a racist mad dog, it wouldn't chase and bite a group of people, would it?
The old white man on the other side ignored these, just staring at Fang Jinxin and his party with cold eyes, like a vicious poisonous snake, but for some reason, there was a tremor in his voice:

"You don't even know what the Elven King Hotel means. Just wait, Manager Dexter will come down later, you yellow-skinned monkeys will definitely die a miserable death!"

That's what I said, but what the old white man wants to do most now is actually turn around and leave!

What if it was just for entertainment at first?
After a period of calmness, the old white man gradually came to his senses.

If Fang Jinxin and his party are really liars, it is naturally the best. The old white man can enjoy the miserable appearance of these yellow-skinned monkeys. In addition to being the city of dreams, the Big Apple is also famous as the city of crimes!
The Fairy King Hotel, located on Wall Street, represents the privileged class!
Others can't understand what the word privilege means, but the old white man who grew up in Yingjiang knows the weight of these two words very well.

But what if these people were really guests of the Faerie King Hotel?
I am afraid that my own ending will be miserable. In short, there must be a bad luck for both parties, and the probability is 50:50.

This made the old white man feel annoyed, why he couldn't control his stinking mouth just now, if he turned around and left after Manager Dexter came, there wouldn't be any of these things.

To make matters worse, the old white man dared not leave yet.

It was a shameful thing to offend the guests of the Elven King Hotel and get beaten up on the spot, but everything was still under control.

But if you turn around and run away?

Secretly find a few people to arrest him, it's hard to say whether he will die or live, and just when the old white man was feeling uneasy, the door of the Elven King Hotel was pushed open?
Walking towards him was Manager Dexter. He still looked polite, but behind him were more than 20 tall, burly men in black suits and sunglasses. , walked over with a murderous look on his face.

The old white man's eyes lit up, and his expression was filled with ecstasy.

His logic is very simple. If Manager Dexter wants to clean up himself, there is no need to make such a big fight. Just bring two people over and beat him up. Anyway, he doesn't dare to resist.

But with so many people now, they are definitely here to clean up these yellow-skinned monkeys!
And something like the old white man?

To be honest, there were quite a few people present, and one of them, an uncle who usually looked more stable, couldn't help but wink at Fang Jinxin: "Jinxin, are you sure this is where the boss sent you a text message? These people look like It doesn't look like a good stubble!"

Fang Jinxin's expression was a bit stiff. He had read the text message many times, and the address of the Elf King Hotel was told to him by the boss on the phone. Fang Jinxin was sure that there would be no problem, but seeing more than 20 strong men approaching, this time Fang Jinxin was at a loss:

"Maybe?"

After the words fell, the stable uncle couldn't help but his pupils trembled:
"Fuck, don't scare me at this time!"

A relatively young trader next to him swallowed, and looked at the group of strong men in suits with an uneasy expression: "I heard that all the people here have guns, we fight with machetes, and they fight with AKs directly on their shoulders."

And the old white man on the other side, with a proud look on his face, shouted in an extremely arrogant tone:

"I'm afraid now, a bunch of country bumpkins, come to Wall Street to find themselves uncomfortable, and don't see if they are worthy!"

What is cool?
This is called cool!

The fear and anxiety at the beginning have all turned into pride at this moment, like the opening of a dam, and it has flown thousands of miles!
Until the next moment, the approaching manager Dexter said coldly:
"Take people away!"

Looking at the strong men in suits walking over, the old white man's arrogance almost reached its peak, but when these strong men surrounded him, he was stunned: "Haha, you guys are finished, huh? wait?
What are you doing here?
Catch them, damn it, I'm a member, and I was invited by Senator Mario..."

The old white man panicked. What happened in front of him was far beyond his imagination. More than 20 people surrounded him. The strong sense of deterrence made his legs weak. A chance for the white man to explain.

Members of Parliament are naturally not to be provoked, but you are not a member of parliament, you are just a small follower next to a member of parliament.

If you really want to talk about the tiger skin, the tiger skin in the Elf King Hotel is much more powerful than any member of parliament.

Not long after, the old white man stopped explaining anything, not that he gave up, but that the gang of strong men in suits were really ruthless in their attacks, and they greeted them with fists as big as casserole, accompanied by desolate screams. ,

Like killing a pig, the ear-piercing sound even made people tinnitus!

Dexter frowned, looked at a few strong men in suits who were in a daze not far away, and said involuntarily:

"Why are you still standing there? I'm soft-hearted, I don't want to see this, so drag it away quickly."

There's no way, it's not that the strong man in the suit doesn't know how to do it, but the old white man, and they dispatched a total of 24 people, all of whom are elites with more than ten years of field experience.

So that there is no place to kick two feet.

And as the old white man crying for his father and mother was taken away, as if nothing had happened just now, Dracula had a kind smile on his face:

"I'm sorry, everyone, the hotel made a mistake, and I didn't report it to me immediately. Come with me, Mr. Chen is waiting for you upstairs. The hotel room has been cleaned, and I'm waiting for you to check in."