Chapter 18: Young Man, Do You Take Pictures?

Gao Xianda shouted, startling the Mexican gang members.

"I'm an employee of Maxim's restaurant, and you are not allowed to fight in our hotel!" Gao Xianda shouted.

"This is a private matter for us, and it has nothing to do with you! If you don't want to die, get out of here! The lead brother shouted.

"No, as long as it happens in our hotel, it has something to do with me!" Gao Xianda said righteously.

The chatty waiter and cashier watched from the side, applauded Gao Xianda enthusiastically, and then hurriedly ran down the back kitchen.

"This is righteous anger." The big brother of the Mexican Gang laughed, "Don't get out of here!" ”

Gao Xianda did not run. He didn't have to run at all. These thugs were armed with baseball bats and other weapons. The most powerful thing is just a 9mm pistol, which can't hurt Gao Xianda at all.

The question is, how can the reporter get the favor of the reporter just by watching?

If he went up directly and beat away these thugs with three punches and two kicks, it would be difficult not to make the reporter think that all this was arranged.

Gao Xianda can only pretend to be cowardly.

He picked up a sweeping broom, held it in front of him, pretended to be cowardly, and shouted, "Get out, or I'll call the police!" ”

"Boy, still pretending to be a hero here!" The eldest brother smiled, "You report one and I'll take a look!" ”

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he ripped off the landline at the front desk and fell to the ground. A few more steps on it.

He simply didn't believe a hotel waiter could afford a cell phone. So as long as there is no landline, there is no way to call the police.

"It's an item in the store! You've got to pay! Gao Xianda rushed forward and smashed the wood of the broom hard at the leading brother.

The leader instinctively raised his arm and blocked the broom.

Gao Xianda didn't use any strength at all, and he didn't go to his head, he smashed on the arm of the leading brother, and it didn't hurt at all.

He smashed it a few more times, annoying the big brother in the lead.

"You're not done yet, kid!" The eldest brother snatched the broom from Gao Xianda's hand, then padded it with his knee, pouted it in two, and threw it on the ground.

He grabbed Gao Xianda by the neck again, grabbed him over, and said, "Do you want to die!" ”

"Don't! Don't kill me! Gao Xianda hurriedly reached out and pushed the chest of the leading brother and pushed him away.

The eldest brother who took the lead felt a shock all over his body, and his chest was a little uncomfortable. But Gao Xianda didn't swing his fist, so he didn't contact him.

The eldest brother who took the lead dragged Gao Xianda down with a force, and instructed the younger brother: "Beat him!" ”

Then the younger brothers in the back came over one after another, smashed with baseball bats, kicked with their feet, and beat Gao Xianda arrogantly.

Gao Xianda could only hold his head with his hands and curl up his legs. There was no power to resist.

The eldest brother wanted to continue interrogating the reporter, but he felt that his chest was tight, and he became more and more uncomfortable, as if he was a little out of breath.

"I, I'm ......," he cried out a few times, and fell to the ground.

His little brother was fighting well, and when he saw the eldest brother falling, he hurriedly came over to help him.

But no one hit him at all, and he didn't have any external injuries, so how could he suddenly collapse?

The eldest brother in the lead was blue and sweating, pointed to his chest with his finger, and gasped hard, but he couldn't breathe, and it was a symptom of a heart attack at first glance.

"Big brother has a heart attack! Call an ambulance! The little brother holding the eldest brother shouted.

But the landline of Maxim's restaurant has been smashed by the leading brother, so how can there be a phone at this time?

"Withdraw! Damn, come back to him another day to settle accounts! "These little brothers had no choice but to carry the eldest brother out, some people looked for a public phone booth, and some people called for a taxi, and they got busy.

In this way, Gao Xianda still did not give up, lying on the ground, grabbing the feet of a little brother, and crying: "Lose money!" You're going to lose money if you smash our store! You lose money! ”

The little brother couldn't care about Li Gao Xianda, kicked him twice, and then turned around and ran out.

It took Gao Xianda for a long time to sit up from the ground, and cried loudly: "Unreasonable gang figures! ! I finally found a job, and I came looking for trouble on my first day of work......"

The reporter softened his heart when he cried, and said that this poor child, if it weren't for me, wouldn't be like this. If he hadn't been beaten like this, he might have to hit himself.

took out a handkerchief, wiped Gao Xianda's face, and comforted him.

Gao Xianda took the handkerchief, wiped his tears and blew his nose, wiped it for a good time, and then returned the handkerchief to the reporter.

The reporter glanced at it, shook his head, and said, "Forget it, I'll send you ......"

It would be unreasonable for the store manager not to wake up again, and when he saw that the Mexican gang was gone, he dared to come out with the staff to show his head. After waiting for a while, when he saw that there was no sign of their return, he became angry again.

Especially the store manager, when he saw Gao Xianda's waiter dress, he couldn't say it. Cossenda was about the same size as Berkeley, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to wear that look. From a distance, the store manager thought it was Berkeley.

When he heard that a gang of people had come to trouble the customers, and saw that Gao Xianda was covered in footprints and was beaten in a mess, he took it for granted that the gang members had come to Berkeley. The store manager couldn't help but scold: "Berkeley, you dead star! Get out of here! Don't show up in my store again! ”

Gao Xianda didn't cry this time, he heard that the store manager had mistaken him for Berkeley, but he was overjoyed.

The acting was going to be a full set, and he said angrily: "I helped you protect your property, so I took this beating!" There is no merit and hard work, and you actually say that about me! I'm gone! ”

After speaking, Gao Xianda threw the handkerchief in his hand to the ground, got up and walked out of the hotel, and slammed the door of the store hard before leaving.

When the store manager saw it, it didn't seem to be Berkeley! He was also a little confused all of a sudden, and he didn't know what to say.

The cashier and chatty waiter next to him hurriedly came over and grabbed the store manager and said, "Don't care, don't care, what about the actor's experience of life......"

The reporter saw that Gao Xianda really lost his job because of this, and wanted to persuade the store manager, but looking at the store manager's virtue, he thought it was better to forget it. He even threw two hundred-yuan bills with tips before the meal, turned around and went out to chase Gao Xianda.

Gao Xianda was angry at the door and didn't go far. The reporter easily caught up with Gao Xianda.

"Don't be sad, young man!" He said that he felt that Gao Xianda was a warm-hearted and willing young man, so he took out a business card and said, "This job is gone, it doesn't matter, if you need money, you can come to me." I have some work here, although it is a little harder, but I still earn a lot, are you willing? ”

Gao Xianda looked the reporter up and down a few times and nodded affirmatively.

According to the system, Gao Xianda has gained the initial trust of the reporter and received a 10-point evaluation score. Continuing to gain the trust of journalists will give you the opportunity to find the materials needed by the Anti-Street Violence Ministry.

The reporter also gave Gao Xianda a camera and asked him to practice his shooting skills today, and then come to this hotel at the same time tomorrow at noon.

Looking at the departing figure of the reporter, Gao Xianda waved his fist: "It's done!" ”