Song Yuanchao was inside the door. He quickly walked out and frowned when he saw Brother Ji on the stretcher: "Awei, I'm afraid Brother Ji is not going to make it. I suggest you take him to the hospital."
But Chicken Bro had already forced himself to sit up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Do I need a suit to come in?"
The security captain stood at attention: "Yes, sir."
Chicken Bro snapped his fingers casually: "Then I'll wear a tie!"
Twenty minutes later, a group of men in black suits and ties jumped out of several cars and Mr. Er's nanny van. After all, they fight outside every day. Although they usually act carefree, they look quite respectable when they put on a suit.
Surrounded by Master Er, who was wearing a round-necked overcoat, everyone stood in front of the security captain.
Chicken Bro, limping and with blood about to flow from his nose, lightly flicked his finger and tightened his tie: "Is it OK now?"
The security captain looked at Song Yuanchao, who gestured for him to come in: "Please come in."
A large group, more than a dozen people, entered the lobby in a grand procession, took the elevator, and went straight to the top floor.
Song Yuanchao dialed Chen Rou's number: "Miss Chen, Master Er and the others have already gone upstairs."
They had only been gone a short while when another van pulled up at the door. One-Eyed jumped out and helped the person in need, while the rest of them rushed inside. Of course, in a five-star hotel, those who were not properly dressed were not allowed to enter, so they also had to dress up.
Unlike Mr. Er, who preferred wearing old-fashioned long gowns, Mr. Dong had dressed up specially for charity work today, wearing a dark blue stand-up collar jacket. He didn't even need a cane; he waved his hand and said, "Come with me!"
He assumed that since Master Er went upstairs early, he must have seen Chen Rou sooner. He had already started spouting nonsense, turning black into white and white into blue, twisting the truth and completely smearing him. That's why he left in a menacing manner.
However, upon seeing the greeters at the entrance, his arrogance immediately diminished.
Because there was a woman in Hong Kong whom even the richest man, Nie Rong, would speak softly and with a fawning smile. That woman was Mrs. Dai, Han Yuzhu's former assistant and now the general manager of Nie's International Hotel.
As the general manager of a five-star hotel, she was frequently received by the governor, not to mention other important figures.
She was, of course, invited by Chen Rou. She was wearing a cheongsam, had a plump figure, and was all smiles: "I'm sorry, Mr. Dong, our Vice Chairman Chen went to Kowloon today and probably suffered from heatstroke. She is resting now. Although she booked the entire Chinese restaurant, she only arranged one table for the meal. The other two groups of guests have already arrived and are having tea."
Mr. Dong breathed a sigh of relief, because Mrs. Dai's words meant that Mr. Er had not yet met Chen Rou.
But he was more concerned about another point: "Why did she have to stand on the street for so long in this hot weather? Did she drink some herbal tea? If that didn't work, could she have some Huoxiang Zhengqi Water?"
Mrs. Dai said with a smile, "The restaurant has both herbal tea and bitter melon soup, and we have already prepared them for her."
He then extended his hand and said, "Please come in. Today, Vice Chairman Chen has prepared Phoenix Dancong tea for you, which she brought from the mainland. It is truly excellent tea. Moreover, there is a young man who is extremely skilled at brewing tea. I think the tea he brews is delicious."
Upon hearing the words "young man," Master Dong assumed it was one of Master Er's men making tea and immediately let out a cold laugh.
He was in a hurry and walked a little fast. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived at the door of the private room. The large private room, which could accommodate 20 people, had a screen at the entrance. When he arrived at the door, he saw a row of Er Ye's men standing outside and heard Er Ye laughing inside. He couldn't stand it and didn't want Er Ye to take over the main stage, so he rushed in without hesitation.
His men also tried to rush in, but Mrs. Dai only spared One-Eyed and stopped the rest. The old lady crossed her arms and raised a finger: "Young people, this is the Nie family's territory, don't be insolent!"
The group of henchmen looked at each other, each eyeing one of the men, keeping a close eye on Master Er's men.
When Master Dong rushed in, his first thought was to overturn the table and start fighting. So he drew his gun from his waist with one hand and was already preparing to overturn the table with the other. But obviously, he couldn't overturn the table today, and neither could One-Eye.
Because this is the largest private room in Nie's International Chinese restaurant, with a large dining table for 20 people, a two-tiered rotating track, and a rockery in the middle. If Master Dong wanted to lift it, he would probably break his back.
And as the saying goes, you can't hit a smiling face, suddenly a smiling young man came out to greet him: "Hello, Mr. Dong!"
Mr. Dong frowned and looked at him: "Little Huo?"
Huo Qi actually happened to be born in Kowloon, but he grew up in Gui Tou Rong's territory.
Because Gui Tou Rong treated the residents of his jurisdiction badly, he suffered a lot as a child.
In recent years, his career has soared, but in the hearts of Kowloon residents, he is still the same young Fok.
Opposite the door was the main seat, which was empty. Master Er sat to the right of the main seat. Just as Master Dong entered, he raised his eyes, slightly curled his lips, and let out a cold laugh. But Huo Qi smiled gently: "Master Dong, please try a cup of the tea I brewed."
Given that they always wanted to be number one, One-Eye scurried forward to pull up the head seat. If Master Dong sat in the head seat, he would be the one to take over, which would be considered to have the upper hand over Master Er. However, Huo Qi immediately went over and said, "One-Eye, you can't. There are still distinguished guests in the head seat."
Hearing that there were other distinguished guests, Master Dong glanced at Master Er, also curious to see who that person was.
In fact, even if Nie Rong came and wanted to sit in the middle and give them some authority, they could simply ignore him.
Needless to say, Nie Zhao also wanted to develop Kowloon, so how dare he sit between the two old men?
Liang Lisheng was even less likely to accept it; he didn't have that much influence.
Who could it be?
Regardless of who sits in the middle, since Master Er isn't taking the middle seat, Master Dong won't either.
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