Prince Valet rarely talks so much to people.
In other words, he has never persuaded others in this way.
Generally speaking, his methods of persuasion are the same as at the beginning, slapped with a stack of money, and then another stack, two stacks, and three stacks when it is not enough, until the effective persuasion is reached.
This method of persuasion is much more efficient and much easier than the current method.
The prince has never thought that money is far less precious than his saliva.
But this time, the reason why he would rather waste his saliva than throw away more money is because he thinks that throwing away money won't make any difference.
Because the manager actually has no access to the big man, the convenience he can provide to Prince Vallet is to lead him to a place closer to the big man, or to create a way for him to get close to that big man. Opportunities for big shots.
If only this way he throws money away, let the big man know that he will only look down on him, thus despise his ability, and let all his efforts go to the east.
After saying so many things at one time, Prince Valet's mouth became a little dry. As soon as he stretched out his hand, someone next to him passed water. As the best local tyrant, the water he drank was specially ordered and bought in Australia. A spring eye was sent by a special plane every day.
"Didival, you are my only trusted friend in Switzerland, can you definitely help me? If you are worried that you will be punished for this, then you can tell me how to go, and I will take care of the rest. "
The manager struggled in his heart for a long time, thinking of all the previous things, thinking of those big guys who had come to stand before them, but they only dared to stand far away, did not call or even dared to approach, knowing that the majesty of the old man was inviolable. Without summoning, the prince would never see him!
"His Royal Highness, if possible, I really hope I can help you, but with all due respect, even if you can go in and get close to the emperor's suite where you live, you won't be able to get an interview from him. This big man and What we have seen in the past is not the same. Moreover, I very much doubt whether you can really get close to the imperial suite. Now the entire hotel is under that person, do you understand? Including security personnel and monitoring personnel."
The manager pointed the direction of the surveillance camera.
"You have been noticed since you came in. If you go inside, you will be stopped soon, so I advise you not to make such unnecessary efforts. However, I can give you an idea. ."
Prince Valet was initially quite disappointed, and was wondering if he would rush, but when he heard the manager say this, he was overjoyed and asked hurriedly: "What's the idea? As long as I can meet that big man, I will definitely not Forget about you."
"You can wait at the door of the hotel. The big man will always go out. Then you can try to stop him at the door and talk about your affairs. With your eloquence and strength, as long as you have such an opportunity, you can persuade him if you want to. That big man, isn't it?"
What a silly idea!
I am a dignified local tyrant in the Middle East, a Saudi prince, and heir to Saudi Arabia's 2768th line, squatting at the door of the hotel to guard people. Where is my dignity? Where is the face!
Prince Valet couldn't help being furious, and was about to give orders to his men, but suddenly he stretched out a hand behind him and patted him on the shoulder, "His Royal Highness, don't be impulsive, we should go."
The skin on this hand is loose, full of age spots, dry and dry without any moisture.
But as soon as he patted his shoulder, Prince Walit dared not get angry. He turned his head and said respectfully: "Okay, Master Abdullah."
The manager noticed that there was an old man standing behind the prince, with a heavy turban on his head and a gray beard. The one who was in the summer was still in a heavy coarse white robe, and he was holding a thick book in his arms. Book, the overall style really doesn't match the prince's team at all.
Such an obvious person standing in the team should have been easily noticed, but before the old man spoke, the manager did not notice his existence at all, as if he was invisible.
The prince obviously attached great importance to the opinions of the old man. He grabbed the money thrown on the table and snorted to the manager dissatisfiedly. Without a word, he turned around and left.
A large number of people walked out the door of the hotel again.
When he went out, Valet asked, "Master, why do we want to leave? I have to meet that big man. No matter how many bodyguards he has and you are here, we can easily meet that big man, no ?"
This master Abdullah was the prince’s heavily hired guard and staff adviser. In order to get the help of this master, he even bought a large oasis for the master and his disciples.
"No, we can't see that big man. I feel the aura of danger. There is a powerful mage in the hotel. How can you ask for his help if you can force it to see him?"
"Then what should I do?" Valet tugged at the neckline irritably. "Is this big man harder to see than President Milliken? I don't believe it, so I just rushed in. He can still say nothing. I killed it?"
"If you really want to see that big man so much, then just wait here at the door as Didier said. The big man will come out sooner or later, won't you be able to see him?"
The advice given by Master Abdullah is not constructive at all.
Valet said angrily, "I'm a prince, how can I squat by the gate..."
Master Abdullah said blankly: "There are more than 3,000 princes like you in the country, and there are probably more than 5,000 more than your generation..."
The truth is always so hurtful.
Valet wanted to punch the master in that nasty old face, but considering the master's terrifying magical powers, he gave up this plan.
Do you really want to squat at the door of the hotel, as embarrassing as a crouch
Prince Valet was caught in a dilemma.
He absolutely trusts the person who provided him with the news, so he believes that this is an opportunity that can be met but not sought, or else he will just walk away.
"Can you give me a chance?"
A voice suddenly rang.
Prince Valet turned his head in amazement, and saw a young big boy standing not far in front, an Asian man, wearing horrible clothes and a pair of dirty and old sneakers. To the feet are shining with the light of two big characters.
Obviously this poor man wanted to enter the hotel, and Prince Valet, who was standing at the door of the hotel, blocked his way, and because the prince was thinking about it, the time was not short.
But this is not the key.
The key is that a poor man who dares to make way for the dignified local tyrant in the Middle East, the noble Saudi prince, the heir to the Saudi throne, the 2768th in line! This is simply eating a bear heart and leopard courage! If this is in China, believe it or not, grab it and feed the tiger every minute? Of course, to be able to eat the tiger raised by his prince Valet, for this kind of poor, that is definitely the rhythm of being a ghost and being happy.
"Get out!" Prince Valet cursed himself.
The big young boy opposite couldn't help being stunned.
The bodyguard next to the prince came up immediately, ready to implement the instructions of the prince.
If you roll, you have to roll, never roll over or climb!
The older boy frowned and looked at Prince Valet carefully.
The two bodyguards were already close to the big boy, but they didn't have time to implement the prince's order. Instead, they rolled out by themselves, like two balls, rolling a long way along the lawn in front of the hotel.
Master Abdullah took a step forward, stood in front of the prince, stared at the big boy calmly, and slowly stretched out a hand.
The big boy smiled suddenly, and took two steps back, obviously not thinking of conflict with Abdullah.
"Master..." Prince Walit cried out inexplicably, but Master Abdullah waved his hand and interrupted him, "We are leaving, it is not suitable to stay here today." After that, the prince did not allow the prince to object and pulled him up. The wrist hurriedly went out.
Prince Walit felt that the master’s hand was like iron tongs, which caused pain in his wrist, almost as if it was about to break. For a while, the pain was so painful that even tears flowed down. He even called the master a few times, but Abdullah But as if he hadn't heard it, he dragged Prince Valet onto the long car he was riding in, and urged him to drive. After leaving the hotel a long way, the master breathed a long sigh of relief and said to Prince Valet: " Prince, don’t be so reckless in the future, that young man is a mage and a very powerful mage. If it weren’t for me here, he could easily end your life!"
"Mage?" Prince Valet couldn't help being surprised, "Are you stronger than the master?"
"If he is stronger than me, we won't come out safely now." Master Abdullah said in a deep voice: "But there is a prince in the hotel, the noble person you need, it is not suitable for you to do it in front of the hotel, so I am He didn't make a move, but just forced him back. What's more, the mage suddenly appeared in Balrak. It was probably related to the big man. Killing him was just a small matter, but if you anger the big man, it would be bad for the prince. , So I can only endure it."
Prince Valet could not help but feel guilty after hearing this: "It makes you feel wronged, Master. Don't worry, I will never let you be wronged in vain. Isn't it just a mage? Except for a powerful mage like you, other mages have been wronged. What's the deal? This mage dared to provoke me face to face, and I will never let him go."
In fact, Prince Valet is not usually such a small belly, like this offensive thing, at best, send someone to interrupt his limbs or something, even if it is finished, he Prince Valet is a very magnanimous character, but this time is different, the prince I was suffocated for a while, and when I came across such a blind eye, I could only use him to vent my breath.
As a tyrant prince who is not bad for money, a mage who is mysterious and unpredictable to ordinary people, to him is nothing more than a person with some magical powers, just like Abdullah, no matter how powerful it is, he has to be given to him. Be a bodyguard? In this world, the most powerful force is money, nothing else!
Prince Wallet wondered and wanted to call the Witchcraft League in Switzerland. If you want to kill a mage, of course you have to find a professional to do it.
Zhou Yang, who had been nailed for some reason, had already walked out of the hotel at this moment.
Like a hillbilly who had just entered the city, he looked around curiously. In his past life, it was the first time he came to this kind of veteran top luxury hotel in Europe. To be honest, it was really fresh.
Although he took the opportunity to come to Zurich with Li Xueyin, after getting off the plane, he left Li Xueyin and wandered on the street alone. After shopping enough, he came to the hotel. There was nothing special to do, just staying with Li Xueyin was too much. I'm awkward, I just want to leave her farther away.
Since the battle of Tokyo, Li Xueyin has been stunned by the devil. As long as he sees Zhou Yang, he wants to kowtow to him on the ground. You must kneel and sit in front of him whenever you speak. He worshiped him as a god, and just lighted the incense in front of him to make a confession.
Although I knew that the Tokyo Battle might be more exciting to her, it was far beyond Zhou Yang's imagination to such an extent, and he really couldn't bear it.
It's just that Zhou Yang was a little surprised when he encountered this when he first arrived at the hotel. Didn’t it mean that the hotel has been fully booked? How could an Arab tyrant rush out to curse people
Seeing Zhou Yang walking over, Mr. Manager stood up and responded with a standard smile, "Sir, I'm sorry, this hotel is full, please contact other hotels."
"My friend booked a room here for me." Zhou Yang replied.
The manager suddenly became nervous, and subconsciously asked: "May I ask your name?"
"Zhou Yang!"
"Ah, ah, it's Mr. Zhou, I'm very sorry, very sorry!"
The manager knocked over the sign on the table in too much consternation.
Although he knew that he was going to meet Mr. Zhou from China, no matter how old or dressed, Mr. Zhou was totally different from the Elantra who had come before.
Could something be wrong
If this Mr. Zhou is also a great figure just like Mr. Elantra, then this body would be too low-key, it is almost down to the ground.
Upon receiving the news from the manager, Miss Millitel quickly rushed downstairs and rushed to the front like a cheerful bird, but stood still somewhat restrained and saluted Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang raised his hand and touched her head, and said with a smile: "I thought it would take a long time to meet again in Beijing, but I didn't expect to see you again in just a few days. It's really hard for you! Is Elantra here?"
"After receiving your notice, Mr. Elantra put down everything on hand and rushed over immediately and is now resting in the room. Sir, I have arranged a room for you. I wonder if you would like it..."
While talking, Militel led Zhou Yang into it.
Zhou Yang took two steps, but suddenly remembered something, stopped, looked at the manager and asked: "What is the name of the Arab prince just now, and which country is it from?" (End of this chapter)