sweat……
The manager on duty was sweating profusely. Seeing that the angry crowd had exceeded a thousand people, he knew that it would not be long before more people would gather here.
So, he could only tell the truth.
"My fellow countrymen, please listen to me, please listen to me."
"Tom is indeed in our hotel, but we're open for business, so we can't deny him a place to stay. He booked a room days ago and stayed there for days straight. If we had known he was that kind of person, we definitely wouldn't have accepted him. The problem is, we're helpless now. I believe you're all good citizens who abide by the law. I understand your feelings, just like everyone else, but impulsiveness won't solve any problems. You can't be reckless. You have to express your demands in a reasonable and legal manner. Isn't there talk online about a march and rally tomorrow? I'll go with you. We should go to the consulate, right?"
The angry crowd didn't care what he said and insisted on going in to arrest him.
"We're not going to smash the store, we just want to meet this foreigner."
"We won't beat him either. We just want him to go to the Old Summer Palace and confess his mistakes to his elders. Isn't that too much?"
"Make him kneel down!"
"Let him apologize to us!"
"Why does he insult our China?"
"Damn it, I'd say, beat him to death!"
sweat……
Upstairs, Tom had been paying attention to what was happening downstairs. Through the curtains, he could hear the conversation below.
At this moment, he was so scared that his legs went weak.
No, no...
We can't let these people catch him, otherwise he might be beaten to death. A spit from each of them can drown him.
He went over to check the door and confirmed that it was locked. Still not satisfied, he pulled a few chairs over to prop up the door. Still not satisfied, he took great pains to move the bed over as well.
After finally propping up the door, he stood at the window and looked out, then collapsed to the ground.
In just a short while, the street downstairs was filled with people, a huge black mass. At a glance, there should be more than ten thousand people.
And there were many people rushing over from behind, but they just couldn't squeeze in.
Why are these Chinese people so rude? Why are they so united? Aren’t they said to be a group of scattered sand?
Tom took out his phone and called Wu Qiaomu. "Uncle, come and save me! There are at least tens of thousands of people coming down from the building. They've trapped me in the hotel. They're going to kill me."
Wu Qiaomu cursed, "Tom, you've also killed me. Over 30,000 people have come to my side and have surrounded the consulate. You're on your own. I suggest you call the police."
After saying that, Wu Qiaomu hung up the phone.
He did not lie. Now, no one knows who instigated the riot at the consulate, but countless citizens have gathered there.
Many of them are fans of Tang Xiaobao, and more are ordinary citizens.
Patriotism is something that can be contagious. It is usually hidden deep in people's hearts, but it will burst out at critical moments.
Its power is unparalleled.
However, the consulate was not an ordinary place after all, and the angry crowd did not dare to rush in directly, but only shouted outside.
The nearby armed police, special police, and civilian police had all arrived, hundreds of them in total, and were evacuating and explaining things to the crowd.
Such a scene was originally supposed to break out at nine o'clock tomorrow, but it broke out ahead of time in Yanjing.
Fortunately, the Ministry of Public Security called ahead to issue warnings at all levels, so many police officers slept at work tonight and were dispatched for emergency response, arriving quickly.
…
"It's over!"
Zhong Xue shouted with a frown.
Tang Xiaobao was downloading the live broadcast platform to watch Tom being surrounded in the hotel, but he didn't expect Zhong Xue to discover new circumstances.
"Who asked them to go tonight? And why did so many of them go? Why didn't they obey orders at all? Let me ask them."
After asking around in the group chat, she finally understood. Then, looking up, she saw Tang Xiaobao still staring at her in confusion, so she said, "Fans are surrounding the consulate."
Tang Xiaobao frowned.
The consulate is not an ordinary place, and no accidents can be allowed to happen. He is mainly worried that if his fans are arrested, he, as an idol, will not be able to sit still.
“How many people went?”
"There are currently over 30,000 people. Armed police have been dispatched and are currently dissuading people from entering the scene."
Tang Xiaobao frowned even deeper and said, "No, we have to ask them to evacuate. It's late at night and it's disturbing the neighbors."
After saying that, he posted a message on Weibo.
"Dear fans, thank you for your support, but as law-abiding citizens, we shouldn't go to the consulate in the middle of the night. If we have any requests, we should do so in broad daylight using normal and legal means. We must not disturb the public. So, I implore you to go back. Thank you."
After posting on Weibo, Tang Xiaobao said to Zhong Xue, "Hurry, tell those fans at the consulate that I posted on Weibo and tell them to disperse."
“Ah, did you post on Weibo?”
Zhong Xue quickly took a look and then said with a smile, "Your Weibo post is really good."
In less than ten minutes, fans outside the consulate had received the news.
A director from the Ministry of Public Security personally went to the scene to persuade everyone, but to no avail.
He was also furious. Just as he was about to lose his temper, he followed the rules and regulations and wanted to catch a few examples, but unexpectedly, the middle-aged man in front of him suddenly jumped onto the car, holding a megaphone and shouting to the fans behind him: "Brothers and sisters, fellow countrymen, Tang Xiaobao has posted on Weibo, hoping that we will be polite and restrained and not disturb the public. If you have any demands, come back tomorrow. We will listen to Bao Shuai and disperse tonight. We won't embarrass the government. Come back tomorrow at 9 o'clock. How about it?"
The first half of the sentence was fine, but the second half made the director complain.
Hey, you have to come tomorrow...
However, it is gratifying that after this fan’s call, the crowd at the scene responded enthusiastically.
The crowd outside began to disperse in an orderly manner. The entire evacuation process was very slow, but looking at the gradually decreasing crowd, the director wiped his sweat repeatedly, feeling deeply moved, and was full of admiration for Tang Xiaobao's influence.
Tang Xiaobao’s Weibo post is very good and very sophisticated.
The core meaning is this: If there is anything, let's talk about it in the morning. The consulate is not an ordinary place, so you have to be careful about your behavior, but you can go anywhere else.
At the Rose Hotel, a group of excited fans almost had a head-on conflict with the security guards, who were all scared out of their wits.
There is an endless crowd in front of me, and anyone who sees it will be scared.
Even if you fight one against a hundred, it's useless. Even if you fight one against a thousand, it's useless.
There were already more than 10,000 people at the scene, and the nearby streets were blocked by the crowd.
Never underestimate the anger of a great power.
The power of the people is also infinite.
Just over ten thousand people were enough to scare Tom to death.
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