"On this damn rainy day, we can't even sell an umbrella! What a bunch of poor people!"
In the hotel, the old white man was cursing and packing umbrellas under the counter.
Liu He came down from upstairs yawning.
The old white man hurriedly stepped forward and asked: "How was last night? Did I introduce you correctly? How is Sarah?"
Liu He was half-fluent in English, but he roughly understood it, so he gave a thumbs up: "Good! Wari Good!"
The old white man smiled obscenely: "If necessary, I can introduce more, but it will require more money -"
Liu He understood, "You mean Manai? Need more Manai? But I'm sorry, Manai doesn't have it! I don't have it!"
The old man's eyes immediately showed a trace of contempt: "That means you have no money! Why do you want to play with women if you don't have money? You Chinese are really poor!"
The old man spoke too fast, and Liu He didn't understand. Seeing the old man laughing, he thought the old man was talking about something else, so he also smiled: "Gude! Wai Rui Gude!"
The old white man is even more contemptuous.
Just at this time, a guest came to check out, and the old man rushed to greet him: "Leaving so soon? How many more days will you stay?"
The resident looked at Liu He, who was still yawning and picking his nose: "No, I won't live here again! Living with such low-quality Chinese people makes me feel worthless!"
The old white man apologized and smiled: "I'm sorry, how about I find a way to drive them away? You are a regular customer of our hotel, you take care of the business!"
The white customer glanced at Liu He with contempt.
When Liu He saw the other party's look, he raised his hand to greet him politely: "How are you feeling?"
The white customer sneered: "I don't know what these Chinese are doing in London. They can't even speak English! By the way, I remember there is another one. Where is that damn Chinese?"
The old white man hurriedly said: "He went out early in the morning! Don't worry, I will drive them both away! Yes, God bless, you can stay!"
The white customer was arrogant and was about to speak when he heard the sound of a car coming from outside and turned around to look.
The old white man also looked.
"Didi!"
A black car slowly parked in front of the hotel, the door opened, and a bank manager with a mustache got out of the car, then ran to the back to help open the door.
Du Yongxiao, dressed in white, got out of the car, and the lobby manager quickly opened the black umbrella and held it for him.
"What happened?" The old white man was stunned. He remembered that Du Yongxiao couldn't even afford an umbrella when he went out, and now he came back by car?
The white customer was also stunned and said, "What the hell is this Chinese guy?"
Liu He saw Du Yongxiao get off the car and hurriedly greeted him: "Where have you been? Why didn't you tell me?"
Du Yongxiao said goodbye to the lobby manager and introduced Liu He: "This is my friend, we came from Hong Kong together."
The lobby manager shook hands with Liu He respectfully: "Hello!"
Liu He hurriedly held it: "How oily is it? Aimufa, three grams of oil!"
The lobby manager was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said to Du Yongxiao: "Your friend is so funny!"
After a few casual conversations, the lobby manager drove away.
Du Yongxiao followed Liu He to the front desk of the hotel. The white customer looked at them with an arrogant attitude, and then motioned to the old white man to start.
The old white man was about to speak to persuade Du Yongxiao and the others to retreat.
Du Yongxiao spoke first: "I'm sorry, boss, I may have to check out-"
"Huh?" The old white man was stunned.
The white customers were also stunned.
Du Yongxiao smiled lightly: "As for the reason -" he glanced at the arrogant white customer, and then said to the old white man: "The main reason is that the quality of the residents here is too low. I hate those racists! In addition, I am not used to your food and the sound insulation of the room. It’s not good either, and--"
Du Yongxiao pointed around the hotel: "This place is too old and needs renovation."
The old white man was speechless.
The white customer looked angry, "Damn it, I said you--"
Du Yongxiao interrupted him: "Oh, by the way, I have bought a villa. Someone will come to pick me up later. Now I need to pack my luggage."
After saying that, Du Yongxiao bowed slightly politely: "Farewell!"
Then he winked at Liu He and said, "Go upstairs first!"
"Oh well!"
Liu He followed Du Yongxiao upstairs.
Du Yongxiao's operation directly confused the old white man and the white customers -——
"What did he say? Bought a villa? And said someone was coming to pick them up?" the white customer sneered, "Damn Chinaman, he always talks nonsense!"
"Yeah, I want to see how he ends up later?" The old white man also sneered, "I have been running a hotel for so many years, who haven't seen anyone? If he is really rich, he can smell it! Damn it! Poor guy!"
…
"We really can't live anymore? Where to move?" Liu He rolled up his clothes and stuffed them into his suitcase, and asked.
"You'll know later!" Du Yongxiao folded the clothes neatly.
"You always do things mysteriously, and you don't discuss many things with me! We are 'Fu Rende'!" Liu He complained, "My second uncle also said, let me take good care of you, in case something happens to you. What's going on, how can I explain it to my second uncle?"
"Don't worry, nothing will happen to me! Also, I didn't notify you because you were still sleeping."
"Sleep? You can wake me up!"
"There is a woman next to you."
"Uh, really?" Liu He was stunned, "I almost forgot, I am bringing glory to the country! Don't talk to my second uncle about this!"
…
"Here, let's have another glass of whiskey! Wait until those two Chinese guys make a fool of themselves!" The old white man poured a glass of whiskey to the white customer.
The white customer clinked his glasses and took a sip: "A villa? It's funny to think about it! He bought a villa just after coming to London. Is he dreaming? Is he writing Alexandre Dumas's "The Grudge of Monte Cristo"?"
"Hahaha! Stop laughing at him! Chinese people are obsessed with saving face!"
Before the old white man could finish laughing, there was a sound of cars outside.
"Is there a car? Are there any customers coming to the door?" The old man hurriedly went out to take a look.
"Wow, what a beautiful Bentley!"
"Yes, so impressive!"
The hotel windows were opened, and the guests looked around.
Parked in front of the hotel is a brand new black Bentley car, tall and classy!
The car door opened, and a white man who looked like a butler got out of the car, followed by a black driver.
"Excuse me, does Mr. Du John live here?" the white housekeeper said politely.
The old white man was stunned.
Before he could figure it out.
Du Yongxiao took Liu He out and said, "I'm here."
"Hello, sir, I am your faithful butler, my name is——"
Du Yongxiao didn't wait for him to finish, and said directly: "From now on, your name is Tom, and as for him -" he pointed at the black driver, "his name is Jerry!"
"Huh?" The white butler was startled, then bowed and said, "Okay, Master!"
(End of chapter)
