In the villa area of ​​the Caesar Hotel Dallas, a shuttle bus was driving leisurely, and Madison, Pockman and Braun, the three Texas giants, were sitting in the car.

Madison sat in the front row, with Pockman and Braun sitting behind him, Braun patted Madison's seat hard: "Madison, are you a problem? Why are you taking us out for such a big night without sleeping or partying?"

Braun was not so friendly to Madison, let alone such a big night now, which made Braun’s tone even more complaining.

Madison looked proud: "I won't bother you this time. We are going to witness a perfect drama, a beautiful performance against that Chinese Zhou Ming!"

Madison then joined forces with the hotel's senior management to drive Zhou Ming and McClan out of the hotel at night.

"Actually, this initiative was not proposed by me, but a manager named Locke in the hotel. I can only say that Zhou Ming's idiot is usually too arrogant and arrogant, and he offended the hotel manager in just a few days, so now he is very strict with his ability to teach him a lesson."

"Haha! It's such a genius idea to kick him out of the hotel at 11 o'clock in the evening!"

"And I also notified other hotels nearby and asked them not to accept any Chinese who did not make an appointment."

"Thinking about that guy was so late and could only wander on the streets of Dallas, that was so pitiful!"

"But all this is his own trouble. I just want to tell him that in this place, no one can go against us!"

Pockman and Braun were both very surprised. They didn't expect Madison to make such a move, which was a little disgusting.

Only Madison can do this because he not only holds a stake in the hotel, but also has a good relationship with the hotel's top management.

"So you took us over now and deliberately told Zhou Ming that you did all this behind the scenes?" Pockman asked him.

Madison nodded and said, "Yes, if he is smarter and more tactful, I can consider letting him check in again in the hotel, otherwise don't blame me for making him a Dallas homeless!"

Madison also said: "It's just a pity. If Dallas promotes legislation to arrest or expel all the homeless people, the picture will definitely be even more exciting!"

Madison said excitedly, with a proud smile on his face, as if he could already see that the hateful Chinese was desperate and could only beg for mercy from him.

But soon, Madison's dream was shattered, a familiar number.

As soon as the phone was connected, a panic voice came quickly: "Mr. Madison is not good. Something big happened here, all the reporters are here!"

Madison was a little confused: "What happened to the big deal? What reporter is here?"

"Of course it's your damn plan. I think you're going to kill this hotel!"

After roaring this, he hung up the phone without wanting to say more to Madison.

"It seems that Mr. Madison's drama is not that perfect!" Braun still teased playfully.

Pockman frowned and reminded Madison that something unexpected had happened, and went to see the situation before making a decision.

In fact, there is no need for Pockman's reminder. Madison was already asking the shuttle bus to speed up. After only more than a minute, Madison and the others arrived at the villa where Zhou Ming was staying.

At the door, Madison also understood what the saying "Damn the hotel" means.

"What a bitch raises, what's going on? Why are there so many media here?" Madison said in surprise.

Madison and the others saw a large number of reporters here from afar, aiming various guns and short cannons at Zhou Ming's villa, Manager Locke sitting dejectedly on the ground, and the hotel security guards who were at a loss. They even saw some policemen in uniforms inside.

With these scenes, Madison and the others easily guessed that the media would definitely focus on the hotel's efforts to drive away customers at this point in time. This topic is fatal to any hotel, especially when the hotel group is still preparing to go public, the news is even more fatal.

"It seems that Mr. Zhou Ming is far more difficult to deal with than you think. As for Piero and others, you may have to re-examine the attention of Pisart Company." Pockman immediately reminded Madison.

And this time, Bolang, who had always been picky, surprisingly did not continue to make fun of him, and he nodded in agreement.

As they were talking, a middle-aged man jumped over with his cane. He rushed to Madison angrily, raised his cane and hit the shuttle bus, making a loud noise.

His name is Hager, he is the executive store manager of the Caesar Hotel and the executive director of the hotel. This time, the expulsion of Zhou Ming was nodded behind his back and instructed Locke to do it.

The store manager is now glaring at the beard and glaring, wishing to eat people: "Madison, you bastard, look at what good things you have done? Didn't you say you're just an irrelevant Chinese, you can't just get trash? Why are there so many reporters, and why are there all the Secret Service people coming? Do you know what this means?"

What? Secret Service?

Madison, who had just jumped out of the car, immediately held the car door, and had no time to say hello to the old friend in front of him, and looked at the distance in disbelief.

Not only Madison, but also Pockman and Braun behind him were also incredible.

It’s not that they didn’t see the police, but they just thought that someone called the police, but they didn’t expect that it was the Secret Service.

Most people may not know the Secret Service, but they know that the Secret Service is a highly authoritative police organization and is affiliated with top departments such as the White House and Congress.

A hotel riot will definitely not alarm such a big boss department, that's the only possibility...

"Madison, you bastard, tell me the truth. What is the identity of that Chinese named Zhou Ming? Is he the emperor of China or another dignitary?" Hager asked.

I don't know!

This answer came to his mouth, but Madison did not say it in the end, because he knew that once he said it, he would definitely get even greater anger from Hager.

Madison thought for a while before saying, "I'm afraid that things will have troubles that we have expected. What we are important now is not to ask who is responsible, but to find a way to overcome this difficulty and minimize the troubles as much as possible!"

Hager put down his cane, he knew Madison was changing the subject, but he could not deny that Madison's words were right.

...

In front of the villa, McClane continued to perform in front of the camera.

"This is definitely the worst thing, my friend and I have been treated unimaginably rudely, and I can't believe it's actually in Dallas, not in

Gambia Mozambique or something bad…”

Manager Locke sat dejectedly on the grass, looking like he was desperate. He regretted why he didn't stop Zhou Ming from calling. Maybe he stopped him, and the situation would be better now.

But it's useless to regret it now, because now the reporter has photographed everything. Once the media reports the matter, Locke doesn't even dare to think about what will happen next. I'm afraid that the best result will be the blame for resigning.

Suddenly, Locke saw something, and he immediately stood up and rolled and rushed towards the other side.

"Shopkeeper Hager, Mr. Madison, you have to help me prove that all this is the fault of the Chinese. We have a legitimate reason to expel him. They are maliciously slandering and slandering us!"

In Locke's view, Harger and Madison who appear now are his biggest saviors.

If only they can save him. Although Locke is just a manager, he also knows that the identities of Hager and Madison are not simple, especially Madison, who are even the top wealthy families in the entire Texas consortium. Can this group of reporters not give him face?

Therefore, Locke felt that the weather was clear and the rain stopped, and he was fine again. After he ran out of the reporter circle, he immediately straightened up and looked at Zhou Ming and McLen with his waist on his back.

"Zhou Ming and MacLan, you two bastards, I tell you, those who are smart will apologize to the media immediately and apologize to me, otherwise you will be treated the most cruelly!"

McClane also saw Harger and Madison coming. He felt nervous and hurriedly looked at Zhou Ming. Zhou Ming told him not to panic and then to see the situation first.

McClane's nervous look naturally fell into Locke's eyes, which made him even more arrogant.

"Haha! Do you know you're scared? Let me tell you, these things today are the ideas of the two gentlemen. You have offended them, so all this is revenge on you, and that you want you to become homeless people in Dallas!"

Locke said more and more arrogantly: "And I tell you, this is just the beginning, and there will be more in the future!"

Locke raised his head proudly and proudly looked at the media: "And you reporters who are not distinguished from black and white, you will apologize to me immediately and ask for the rumors you asked for, otherwise I will not let you go!"

Although facing Zhou Ming and McCross, there were dozens of reporters and videographers, and several Secret Service police officers, Locke still stood upright, as if he was the most beautiful boy here.

However, immediately afterwards, Hager rushed over with his cane and yelled: "Locke, you bastard, you have been fired!"

Locke obviously couldn't react and said loudly: "Have you heard it all? This is my boss, the director and store manager of the Caesar Hotel. He supported me so much that he fired me when he came over..."

Lock stopped when he said this, and the whole atmosphere became awkward.

Everyone looked at Locke with different expressions. No matter how they looked, they were all clowns.

Lock also twisted his neck stiffly, and squeezed out a smile on his face toward Hager: "Old... Boss, you must have said it wrong just now."
Chapter completed!