The waiter did not talk back.

If his immediate boss scolded him like this, he would explain that it was not because he came late, but because the door was blocked.

But he certainly couldn't explain this to Guo Weimao.

If he explained this to Guo Weimao, he would be suspected of fanning the flames.

He said angrily: "Sorry, I went to find insecticide. Now the bees outside have been killed by me. You can come out."

He heard that all the bees outside were killed by him, and the Guo family came out of the bathroom.

The family of three was all bitten and covered in bags, swollen like pig's heads.

Seeing the waiter holding the pesticide, Guo Weimao asked in a furious question: "Where is the little bastard who threw bees at my son?"

The waiter was silent for two seconds: "I don't know."

"Call the police! I want to call the police!" Guo Weimao shivered and took out his cell phone.

The waiter looked at him for a moment and suddenly said, "The little guest said that the reason he threw bees into your room was because your son threw bees at his brother's feet first. Are you sure you want to call the police?"

In fact, he doesn't want to talk too much, but if a guest calls the police, it will have an impact on the hotel and will have many more troubles.

So he had to speak loudly to remind him.

Guo Weimao's hand holding the phone froze, and his face turned green with a swollen pig's head.

yes!

He still remembers that because his son threw the honeycomb at the feet of other people's children and stung the children from other people's families, the adults from the children came.

His wife told others with confidence that children are ignorant and make them have a lot of adults, so don’t worry about ignorant children.

His wife just knew that the police would not care about the children's pranks, and even if the other party was angry, they would have no choice but to do anything to them, so she was fearless.

But now, it is also a child who throws honeycombs at his son. What's the use of calling the police?

His hand holding the phone was shaking so badly that the waiter was a little worried that he would be angry.

He sincerely persuaded: "Sir, please calm down. I think your family is seriously injured. Why don't you go to the hospital first and deal with it?"

"You hotel is responsible!" Guo Weimao rushed up and grabbed the waiter's collar and yelled: "We are guests of your hotel. In your hotel, you are actually stung by bees like this. You have to compensate for medical expenses and mental losses!"

The waiter thought about it and said sincerely: "Sir, if the bees accidentally flew in, our hotel must be responsible. However, the bees were provoked by others first, and others deliberately threw the honeycomb in.

Our hotel does not need to bear responsibility. If the sir insists on our hotel to compensate, we should call the police to deal with it!" Mobile phones                                                                                                              

"You! You!" Guo Weimao shivered in anger: "You little waiter, how dare you talk to me like this? What do you know? Call your manager for me!"

The waiter shrugged and took out the intercom to call the manager.

The manager arrived soon.

Guo Weimao said his request again.

As a result, the manager looked at the waiter.

Guo Weimao said furiously: "What do you think he is doing? Are you a manager, or is he a manager?"

"I'm the manager, right," the manager pushed his glasses on his nose, "but he is our boss' son."
Chapter completed!