"bite--"

"Mr. Cui, I need to worry about my business. Brother, I live like a year..."

The golden elevator door opened, and a group of people surrounded a young man and walked out of the elevator. The bodyguards helped the idle speed up and opened the road ahead.

The person who spoke was a middle-aged Mediterranean man with a wry smile on his face, his movements and tone were pleasing to the young man who was not tall but had a cold face and a little arrogant. He nodded lightly.

Everyone was walking, and saw the gangster who had been leading the way and walked back with a look of ugly expression, then whispered a few words in the ear of the young master Cui, which made the arrogant young master slightly stunned, frowned and asked, "Do you know who the other party is?"

"I don't know, the manager didn't say it, two foreign bodyguards stood at the door."

"Well, let's go and take a look. It's a big shot that makes Pete not even sell me for my face."

Cui Shao frowned slightly, and became interested. You should know that he had a great face in Hong Kong and Macao or the Four Seasons Hotel.

When the group of them arrived at the lounge area hall leading to the pool, a lobby manager in a black suit smiled and hurriedly greeted him.

"Sorry, Mr. Cui, you can only use the swimming pool on the right tonight..."

"It's easy to say." Mr. Cui is not an arrogant and ignorant person. Although he is a "capable person" who can host dinners at Four Seasons Hotel, he is highly praised by a group of "in distress" rich people as the person involved, so he is naturally not a fool.

Not only is he not a fool, but he is also a smart person who is good at dancing. He knows very well that the world is very big and he can't afford to offend more people. He really thinks that he has some money and a little background, and he is invincible in the world. He can't survive three episodes, and two and a half of them are still unlucky and miserable. I will make notes for the protagonist.

He glanced at the two foreign giants standing in front of the gate, and just glanced at him. After seeing the world, he knew that the tm might be a soldier, and the bodyguards around him also confirmed his guess in his ear.

"Peter, who is the origin?"

Mr. Cui pulled the lobby manager aside and asked in a low voice.

The lobby manager named Pitt just smiled respectfully, shook his head, and did not answer, but reached out to signal.

"Mr. Cui, please, if you and your friends want to use the infinity pool, you can wait until the guests leave before changing over."

Looking at the professional smile of the lobby manager, Cui Shao frowned slightly, and the friends who came with him who once emphasized their identity and wealth gap were no longer so important were also a little unhappy.

"Let's go, the same is true for the one on the right. It's just that everyone drinks and chats in this place." Cui Shao also knew that the group of people he brought were all well-known and not short of money. Being blocked here has made some people unhappy. Although they can ask for their own people, they should not be too dissatisfied. After all, they are all people who are used to being overbearing. If you want to make money, you must master the right measure.

As he spoke, a group of people walked towards the gate on the right under the guidance of the professional smiling manager.

At this moment, the two doors on the left were pushed open. The lobby manager quickly met without saying a word, standing in front of the door with a bright smile, waiting, and soon two strong foreign bodyguards walked out of the inside, and glanced around with cold eyes, looking at the Asians who were picking up here, frowned slightly, glanced at the bodyguards of the group of people, and then looked at Mr. Cui and his group of people with cold eyes, alerting.

Dala-

Andy walked out while drinking in a white bathrobe and a pair of slippers, holding a cup of Hong Kong-style nai tea. Seeing so many people, she just glanced at them and ignored them. The lobby manager stepped forward to greet him very attentively.

Andy glanced at the other party and handed over the cup of nai tea. The lobby manager hurriedly took it over. Andy said lightly: "Thank you."

“It is my honor to serve you.”

Andy nodded casually and showed off. He didn't care about the curious gaze of the other group of people. He looked indifferently and walked forward. At this time, he heard a very dissatisfied and whispered, "Isn't it just a foreigner? He died early in the morning and still looks like a slave..."

Although the sound was not loud, no one could speak in the hall, so he could still hear it. The other party still used dialect, just bullying Andy and other foreigners. They couldn't understand it. Several of them lowered their voices and chuckled and muttered something.

"Um?"

Andy stopped, turned his head to look at the group of people with a cold expression, and the bodyguards beside him turned around and looked at Cui and the others in a cold manner.

This sound was light, and the young master Cui recognized Andy when he saw him appear and was thinking about something. His face changed slightly. He looked in Andy and looked at him just in time. Seeing the indifference in Andy's eyes, his face turned gloomy.

"Bang!"

Everyone was stunned by the crisp slap that Mr. Cui made. The young man in his 30s who covered his face and widened his eyes looked at Mr. Cui with a ferocious expression in disbelief. His face turned red, looking like he dared not speak out.

"I'm sorry!" After Mr. Cui slapped, he quickly turned around, with sincere apology on his face, bowed slightly, and apologized calmly: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Smith."

A loud slap in the face, without any messy reasons to defend it, and apologized sincerely and neatly.

Andy was also stunned. Looking at the young man with sincere apology on his face, he apologized to him in Mandarin with a hint of dongbei accent. When he heard the other party say his name, he chuckled in a little excitedly: "Haha, it's interesting, it's really interesting..."

Listening to Andy's straight Mandarin and meaningful laughter, looking at the backs surrounded by eight bodyguards, Cui Shao let out a breath of turbid breath, turned around with a little sweaty palm, and pointed at the person who covered his face with his eyes burst into tears, "Get out!"

Everyone knew it was broken when they heard Andy speak Mandarin, especially when they saw Mr. Cui's cautious and cautious look, and soon someone remembered who Andy was. His pupils shrank and kept a distance from the person who was slapped.

Seeing the man's face turned red and his back was leaving with a bodyguard in shame, everyone couldn't help but smile bitterly. Damn, this was really a little bit of his back. Drinking cold water was stuffy and scolding a foreigner. Later, I found that the other party not only understood the language of the Celestial Empire, but also a big man who could not afford to offend him. This was really a disaster!

Not only are the depressed men of Mr. Cui, but also Andy who returned to the suite. He agreed to step on people, the plot of pretending to be 13, and the face swollen... Why are everyone nowadays all monkeys and monkeys?

However, that young man really has his own tricks!

He didn't give himself the opportunity to take advantage of the problem and find trouble. He settled the matter with no chance at scattering his ears, and even made Andy unable to say anything wrong. If Andy refused to give up, he would really have a shi identity.

With a laugh, Andy no longer wasted her time for strangers. She sat in front of the computer with her coffee, checking the company briefing that had just been sent from New York, while waiting for Ivana's video link.

However, what Andy didn't know was that his appearance spread to the upper class in Hong Kong and Macao at a very short speed, attracting the attention of many people.

You know, Andy Smith is not just an American with a little money. The youngest super rich man in the world is ranked among the top five. His rise speed and process are full of legends, not to mention the power and influence of the family behind him in the American politics. I wonder how many people hope to get in touch with Andy.

“…You did a good job in this.”

Hearing the affirmation of his mother on the phone, Mr. Cui smiled, looked at the people who were soaking in the swimming pool, drinking and chatting, turned around and walked to the side and lowered his voice, and said, "Mom, I want to come to the door in person tomorrow to express my apology, if I can get on him..."

"You...you can try it, but don't force it. People may not meet you. Even if they see you, they may not be able to look down on us. After all, the business we do is a bit like that..."

Hearing his mother's words, Mr. Cui's mouth twitched a few times, and he said with a constipated expression: "We don't steal or rob, we run the gambling table, and the casino intermediaries are not shameful or illegal, so what's going on."

"Hey, for the real big tycoon, we are like gangsters. Forget it, you can try it out, don't force anything..."

After hanging up the phone, Cui Shao took a deep breath, but his brows still frowned slightly. His mother was right. He really should think of ways to make the family business bigger. Although they made a lot of money, the real wealthy families in Hong Kong and Macau didn't look at them directly. It was obvious that they used contempt words like stacked coders to call them.
Chapter completed!