"Mr. Chen" Qin Lang recognized it. He had seen the man in front of him at the banquet where Kong Lingxian was hosting him. Unexpectedly, this hotel was opened by his own family.

"I dare not behave, just call me Lao Shen," Chen Wanqian said flatteredly.

Qin Lang was a very easy-going person, and in the end he called Chen Wanqian Mr. Chen.

"Master, why are you here for a while?" Chen Wanqian asked, bent down and asked.

"Oh, my classmates and I went out to play. I don't want to go back anymore, so I live with you." Qin Lang said with a smile.

"So that's how it is." Chen Wanqian nodded, turned to the front desk lady and asked, "Have this young master's room been opened?"

"It's ready," the front desk lady said with a trembling voice. She never thought that the young man in front of her, who was dressed in poor clothes, would make Manager Chen so polite. All the staff, including her, just now, were ignoring Qin Lang. If Manager Chen pursued it, his position in his work might not be guaranteed.

"This young master runs the big bed room next to the public bathroom on the third floor"

"What, that room is the worst room in the entire hotel. Do you actually live for the young master?" Chen Wanqian said in a fury. Speaking of which, this hotel belongs to the eldest master, and it is an honor for the eldest master to come here. They actually opened the worst room for the eldest master. Isn't this causing trouble for yourself?

"Mr. Chen, don't blame them. It was my friend who bought me a room." Qin Lang looked at Chen Wanqian's beard and stared at him, and was worried that the staff would be implicated. After all, this was not their fault.

"Oh, Master, your friend is too indifferent," Chen Wanqian said angrily: "In this way, I will change you the most noble room in our hotel now."

"No need, I'll just stay in that room tonight. Don't worry, I understand your feelings." Qin Lang patted Chen Wanqian's shoulder and said.

"Then I have to feel wronged, Master!"

Qin Lang said so, and Chen Wanqian did not dare to disobey his wishes, so he could only do so.

"Okay, you're busy, I'll go back first." Qin Lang said, and walked towards his room.

At this time, the other waiters looked at Qin Lang with respect. They all took out their brightest smiles, faced Qin Lang, and saw Qin Lang for a while, they smiled faintly at them, and walked back to their room.

Just as I lay down in my room, someone pushed a dining cart full of high-end red wine and snacks in. Sometimes a cleaning staff cleaned Qin Lang's room inside and outside. Finally, a model-shaped beauty came to chat with Qin Lang, but Qin Lang refused.

"This is so heavy," Qin Lang sighed with a wry smile.

Oh no, Qin Lang suddenly looked at his watch and it had been more than an hour since they entered the hotel.

Qin Lang was hesitating whether to tell Song Xueer the truth, but now everything is too late.

If Zhang Chi is really planning to take down Song Xueer tonight, at this time, the two of them will definitely have cooked raw rice!

Alas, forgot, maybe even if she talks, Song Xueer won’t believe it. At that time, maybe Song Xueer will ridicule her shamelessness and want to take advantage of her.

Thinking of Song Xueer's previous attitude towards her, Qin Lang didn't feel as sorry as before.

He lay on the bed, closed his eyes and was about to go to bed, when a lot of noise sounded in the corridor outside, first the sound of a door slamming, followed by the sound of rapid footsteps.

"Get out!" In the corridor, Song Xueer was wrapped in a white turban. Her snow shoulders and two thin calves were exposed, and she was not wearing shoes on her feet. She stared at Zhang Chi who was chasing her out in anger.

"Xue'er, come in with me quickly. Look at you dress like this and let other men see it. Wouldn't it be for nothing to let them take advantage?" Zhang Chi and Song Xue'er were half a pound, with only a pair of red underwear on their bodies, and a circle of fat around their waists was trembling slightly.

"Hmph, Zhang Chi, this big liar, the last time something happened to our family was not your help, right?" Song Xueer looked at Qin Zhang Chi with a sneer.

"What? Xue'er, are you mistaken? If you weren't the one who helped us, who else could it be? Are you right?" Zhang Chi smiled awkwardly, feeling guilty at this moment.

"You are still pretending to me now, right?" Song Xueer shook her cell phone in her hand: "It was my dad who called me just now. My dad went to visit your dad tonight and asked about this. What your dad said in person was not his help at all! These days, you are lying to me!"

As soon as he entered the room, Zhang Chi began to touch Song Xueer and said a lot of sweet words, with the purpose of coaxing Song Xueer to bed.

Song Xueer finally decided to satisfy him. After all, it was a matter of time. After taking a shower, she lay on the bed, and Zhang Chi had already taken off all her clothes and climbed onto the bed. But at this moment, Song Xueer's father called, and Song Xueer got up to answer the phone, but unexpectedly she heard such a message.

Looking at Zhang Chi who was lying on the bed and looking at her in a daze, Song Xueer felt very disgusted, so she ran out in panic!

"Your dad...goes to see my dad?" Zhang Chi was stunned and felt very uncomfortable again. He and Song Xueer were just in the room just now, and he and Song Xueer were just one step away from achieving success. But at this time, my dad got into trouble. Isn't this teasing him?

"Xue'er, listen to me, although..." Zhang Chi just wanted to soothe Song Xueer's emotions and put them on the bed. He walked up to grab Song Xueer's arm.

"Don't touch me, you disgusting person!" Now Song Xueer only felt that Zhang Chi was particularly ugly. She felt nauseous when she saw him, let alone physical contact with him.

Song Xueer shook Zhang Chi's hand and used too much force. She accidentally hit a flying eagle statue beside her. With a "pop", the flying eagle statue fell to pieces on the ground.

Song Xueer didn't care at all and was still quarreling with Zhang Chi in front of her.

"Did you break this statue?" At this time, a middle-aged man with a figure of Huaiwu came over, looked at the disarray statue on the ground with regret and anger.

"Manager Shen..." The hotel staff around him lowered their heads and said respectfully,

"What's wrong with me?" Song Xueer was angry now and said directly.

"Okay, this lady is so pleased. Since you admit it, please compensate us for our hotel." Shen Wanqian said with a sad expression.

"If you pay, you will pay for it. Look at your appearance, isn't it just a statue? With this little bit of energy, why are you still running a hotel? It's really." Song Xueer, who was angry, didn't like anyone.

"Miss is saying that we are not as rich as you." There was a sneer on Chen Wanqian's face: "Then please pay now. This statue was created by Master Michel, the apprentice of the American sculpture master Gaston, in 1986. I sold it at the Christie's Auction in Atlanta, the United States the year before, and it cost 7.76 million yuan in total!"

"What!" Song Xueer thought she had heard it wrong and looked at Chen Wanqian in disbelief.

Chen Wanqian didn't bother to explain to Song Xueer, and directly asked someone to show the auction documents to Song Xueer.

Now Song Xueer can't say anything.

7.76 million, which is equivalent to their family’s income in one year!

"Brother, I was accidentally..." Song Xueer was panicked, her whole body was weak, and her hands holding the documents were trembling constantly.

"Aren't you said so happily?" Chen Wanqian sneered and said, "Don't imagine that I may not let you pay. You must pay me a lot of 7.76 million. Now call home!"

Song Xueer's heart trembled again, the document slid from her hands, and her legs shaking even more, as if a gust of wind could make her sit on the ground.

If her father knew about this, she would not have been beaten to death. Thinking of her father's fierce face, Song Xueer felt particularly scared.

"Xue'er, what's wrong?" At this time, Zhou Xin and Huang Ge also ran to Song Xue'er and said with concern.

Song Xueer told them about the matter, and tears had fallen down: "What should I do? My dad knows, he will beat me to death."

"Brother, don't let me pay the money, okay? I can work for you, I will pay off the money, and do you need a nanny at home? I can go, although I can't do it, but I can learn..." Song Xueer said to Chen Wanqian with tears in her eyes.

At this moment, in order to hide this from his parents, Song Xueer is willing to do anything. Maybe he finds a place where no one is, even if Chen Wanqian asks Song Xueer to serve him, Song Xueer will agree.

"Miss, don't think of other unrealistic solutions. Just call your parents as soon as possible!" Chen Wanqian is a businessman. Although he felt that Song Xueer was a little pitiful, the money had to be taken back.

Song Xueer was completely desperate, and she was full of self-blame, regret, worry, and fear mixed in her heart.

"Mr. Chen" At this time, Qin Lang walked over leisurely. He heard everything that happened just now.

"Big Young Master..." Chen Wanqian was about to call Qin Lang, but was stopped by Qin Lang's eyes.

"Mr. Chen, I think this sculpture was well-written," Qin Lang said with a faint smile as he looked at Chen Wanqian.

As soon as Qin Lang said this, everyone present was extremely surprised.

The statue of 7.76 million yuan was smashed. Do you think it was smashed well? Isn’t this a slap in your mouth?

"How can I say this? I wish to hear and see it." Chen Wanqian said respectfully instead. He was full of doubts. What does the eldest master mean?

"I'll ask you, are there many Chinese or foreigners in your hotel?" Qin Lang asked.

"Of course there are many Chinese people," Chen Wanqian thought about it and said.

"That's right. Your parents are from the Chinese, but you spent a lot of money to buy American sculptures in the United States. Do you know that our country is fighting a trade war with the United States. People know that there is this sculpture in your hotel and may boycott your hotel. If it is on CCTV News, your hotel will probably suffer more than 7.76 million! So I said, this sculpture was smashed well!"

When others heard Qin Lang's "high opinion", they couldn't help laughing, and they even talked about the trade war? Such nonsense can't even deceive the 3-year-old baby, and you still hope to fool the manager Chen.

When Song Xueer saw Qin Lang standing up, she felt a little moved, but now, she smiled bitterly in her heart. She was still looking forward to Qin Lang helping her. She was so stupid. He was just a fool with no knowledge and no brains. This made her even more embarrassed!
Chapter completed!