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Chapter Sixteen

"What's going on?" Zhao Ruyi walked over slowly,

Seeing Zhao Ruyi coming over, the noisy young man looked at Zhao Ruyi. He didn't expect that he would come over and look at Zhao Ruyi from beginning to end with an appraising look.

"Mr. Zhao, we are worried that this guest will catch a cold and hope that he will wear long pants to the restaurant." The manager, who was sweating on his temples, explained softly.

The hotel is equipped with central air conditioning, which can keep warmth from the corridor to the room. However, in comparison, the restaurant area in the morning is relatively cold. What the two managers said is true.

Zhao Ruyi looked at him with cold eyes. The cold light in his eyes not only made the two managers uneasy, but also made the young man feel shuddering.

"Do you know who my dad is? How dare you look at me like this!" Seeing Zhao Ruyi staring at him, out of the instinct of self-protection, he immediately took two steps back and asked.

When the two managers called Zhao Ruyi "Mr. Zhao," he was secretly surprised. When he saw Zhao Ruyi's razor-sharp gaze, his momentum became even weaker.

But now everyone in the restaurant is looking at him, and he doesn't want to show weakness.

"Why don't you call your dad and tell him that you are making a big fuss in the restaurant and hope he can sort it out?" Zhao Ruyi said.

While looking at him, he was also thinking. In his impression, he could not recall such a young master in Ling'an's circle.

"You..." The young man looked at Zhao Ruyi, his throat was blocked for half a second, and then he suddenly shouted, "What's your name! You're the general manager of the restaurant, right? I can ask you to leave today!"

He originally thought that Zhao Ruyi would be scared when he said these words, but Zhao Ruyi did not give in at all. He still looked at him indifferently, turned to the manager of the restaurant, "Go and find out what his name is and where he lives."

Room, let him check out today."

"You..." the young man raised his eyebrows, "How dare you do this to me! You don't want to do it anymore, do you?"

He gritted his teeth angrily, "Okay, okay...you are the general manager of this hotel, right? I will call Uncle Wang Qi now and ask him to fire you!"

Upon hearing the word Wang Qi, Zhao Ruyi's ears suddenly stood up.

Zhao Ruyi smiled slightly and stood there, watching him take out the latest iPhone from his beach pants and make a call.

"Hey, Uncle Wang, right? Go to the restaurant of the Sovereign Hotel right now. Some of your employees will hit me!" He dialed the phone and started talking nonsense in front of Zhao Ruyi.

Looking at the tone of his conversation with Wang Qi, Zhao Ruyi guessed that he must have a strong background and be able to call Wang Qi over at will, even though he used serious words such as being beaten.

But Zhao Ruyi still couldn't remember such a young master in Ling'an's circle. Maybe he wasn't a local young master.

"Ah...Uncle Wang, you are no longer in charge of the hotel? Can you help me come over and take care of it?" The young man holding the phone suddenly looked a little shocked.

Zhao Ruyi looked at him with a smile, as if he was seeing a bulging balloon that quickly deflated.

"Well, I'll tell you his name, and you can find someone to fix him up!" He was still unconvinced and pointed at Zhao Ruyi, "What's your name!"

Zhao Ruyi stretched out his hand, and suddenly, with lightning speed, he held his mobile phone between his two fingers, put it to his ear, and laughed twice, "Uncle Wang, you don't have to worry about this matter.

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Wang Qi, who was listening to the phone, suddenly heard Zhao Ruyi's voice and immediately turned off the phone.

Zhao Ruyi had expected Wang Qi's reaction, so he turned to the phone book and looked at the names of the contacts in it. When he joined the army two years ago, Apple mobile phones were not very popular, but he also bought two of them.

After a while.

"You..." Seeing Zhao Ruyi snatching his cell phone, the young man reached out and grabbed it.

But how could his skills be compared to Zhao Ruyi's? Zhao Ruyi gently turned sideways, avoided his palm, and crossed out the list in the phone book.

In these lists, he saw several familiar names, one of which was his nemesis Lu Chunkai. There were also a few other names, which were several second-generation ancestors from Northern Jiangsu Province who were very messy, and there were several others.

The name of a senior official in North Jiangsu Province two years ago is also on it.

The phone book is a person's basic interpersonal network. Zhao Ruyi scanned it and knew that he was from Northern Jiangsu Province. He should be the son of a high-ranking official or wealthy businessman in Northern Jiangsu Province. No wonder he had no impression of him at all.

And since he appeared here at the end of the winter vacation and stayed at the Junhao Hotel in the city center, it is very possible that he is also studying at Ling'an Business School.

"How dare you check my phone!"

This young man suddenly became furious when he thought that Zhao Ruyi was just a restaurant manager and at most the general manager of a hotel, so she dared to check his phone.

He stretched out his hand to grab Zhao Ruyi again. Judging from the way he held his claws, he must have practiced it twice.

Southern and Northern Jiangsu have advocated martial arts training in ancient times. Even today, there are still some people who practice this style, especially those with high status. On the one hand, they hope that the younger generation can keep fit, but on the other hand, they are also worried that the younger generation will be kidnapped or kidnapped.

It is dangerous, so many people who have money to hire martial artists will let their children practice self-defense.

Looking at his soft movements, Zhao Ruyi knew that he had no airs and no strength, so she hit his wrist with a silent fist, knocking him back three steps.

The few foreigners sitting at the table in the restaurant having breakfast saw Zhao Ruyi not moving at all, just raising his fist to knock the young man away. They all raised their eyebrows and shouted in surprise: kung-fu!

"You!" The young man raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Ruyi angrily.

Zhao Ruyi's punch hit his muscles and bones, causing him so much pain that he could hardly lift his arms.

"Here you go!" Zhao Ruyi threw the phone to him, "You have to check out and pay before eight o'clock, and don't come back to the Grand Hotel in the future."

"Okay! I remember you!" The young man looked at Zhao Ruyi hatefully, and then glared at Zhao Ruyi hard, as if he wanted to remember Zhao Ruyi's appearance, but he also knew that a good man will not suffer the immediate consequences, so he put away

Cell phone, turned around and left.

The two restaurant managers looked at Zhao Ruyi nervously, half-bent, not even knowing where to put their hands.

"Why are you acting like this? I won't eat you." Zhao Ruyi said lightly.

The two managers were relieved and secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Zhao Ruyi re-entering the restaurant.

Zhao Ruyi didn't eat too much for breakfast. He just grabbed a hamburger and an egg pancake and sat down at the window seat.

In the territory of Southern Jiangsu Province, there are really no young men from other provinces who can make a difference. To put it bluntly, even the governor and the secretary of the provincial party committee have to give the Zhao family a lot of respect. In Donghu City, which is close to Ling'an, it is even more so.

in this way.

And if this young man was arrogant elsewhere, with Zhao Ruyi's character, he might not intervene, but if he acted wildly in his hotel, it would affect Zhao Ruyi's business.

When you beat a dog, it depends on the owner, and when you let loose, it depends on the place!


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