But Xia Jinyuan understood the Arabic language, and the young African-American said: "They are people from the TV station, supporting international friends from poor families. They should be rich. I saw there are people in their cars."
The handsome white guy nodded and motioned to the black man to leave, and he politely and warmly apologized, "Excuse me, our waiter told me that there are two cars on your side, sir."
"We still have a suite here. I don’t know how many rooms my husband wants. If my husband stays in our hotel, the husband’s vehicle can drive into our hotel. Believe my husband, stay in our hotel, your personal safety with your friends Get a lot of protection."
"Give me a three-bedroom suite. It would be better if there is one facing the street. I like to look at the outside scenery, thank you!" Xia Jinyuan is like a tourist who is active in Maso all year round, talking about the city scenery .
The handsome white guy politely communicated with Xia Jinyuan and determined that the client needed a three-bedroom suite. He quickly managed a suite facing the street on the fourth floor.
Picking up the room card from the handsome guy, Xia Jinyuan followed it to Ye Jian, and turned to the side, leaning against the tall figure at the front desk, facing the door lazily, "Our vehicle needs to drive into the hotel."
"No problem, sir!" The white guy picked up an intercom and told the hotel staff to come out and lead the guests into the hotel's internal parking lot.
Everything was arranged, and the white guy said politely: "I hope that Mr. Marceau will have a good time. If you need to provide bodyguard services, or other special services, please feel free to use the intercom in the room to contact us."
In cities with constant civil strife, even basic communications cannot be guaranteed, and walkie-talkies are a better way to communicate.
Without waiting for the five of them in G3, Xia Jinyuan led Ye Jian to the room they were staying in, opened the door, opened the curtains, and looked out. The view of this room is very good. If there is anything abnormal on the street, here are all Can be found in time.
After watching for a while, he turned to Ye Jian and said, "Blue Bird, check all the rooms carefully! See if there is anything unclean. Don't let any corners go."
He quickly contacted Z7, "You park the car and bring your large luggage up! The room number is 402."
Z7 They entered the underground garage. In front of them was the Masuo Negro who led the way. They succinctly replied "OK" and stopped talking.
In a city where even basic communication cannot be guaranteed, and mobile phones sometimes only serve as alarm clocks, they use their own wireless communication to communicate, and if they keep talking, they will definitely attract others' attention.
While waiting for Z7 and them to come up, the two people in the room moved from the living room to the public bathroom outside and even the living room with carpets. Xia Jinyuan and Ye Jian both turned upside down and checked carefully.
Less than 5 minutes after the call was hung up, the comrades who had screwed up a few heavy bags stood at the door of the room.
Z7, who walked in with a salute and smiling, joked to the two people who checked the ceiling last time: "I hope it doesn't disturb the two of you being alone."
There is no problem with the ceiling. In fact, Ye Jian didn't feel the feeling of being monitored when he entered the room, nor did he feel it when he walked into every bedroom.
But to be on the safe side, you have to check them one by one.