It is rare for Prince Walit to say so much.

Or rather, he never used this way to convince others.

Generally speaking, his persuasion methods are like at the beginning, throwing a stack of money on the ground, and if it is not enough, he will come up with another stack, two stacks, three stacks, and go straight to effective persuasion.

This method of persuasion is much more efficient and trouble-free than the current method.

The prince had never thought that money was far less precious than his saliva.

But this time, he would rather waste saliva than throw more money, because he didn't think that throwing money would make a difference.

Since the manager actually had no access to the big man, he was able to make it easy for Prince Walit to lead him closer to the big man, or to create an opportunity for him to get close to the big man.

If this is the only way for him to throw out a lot of money, let the big man know, he will only look down on him, and thus despise his ability, so that all his efforts will be in vain.

After saying so many words at one time, Prince Walit's mouth was a little dry, as soon as he stretched out his hand, someone next to him handed water, as the best local tyrant, the water he drank was specially ordered, and he bought a spring in Australia, which was sent by a special plane every day.

"Dudivar, you're the only friend I can trust in Switzerland, you can help me, can't you? If you're worried about being penalized for this, then you can tell me what to do and I'll take care of the rest. ”

The manager struggled in his heart for a long time, thinking of all the things before, thinking that those bigwigs were obviously here to fight the front station, but they only dared to stand far away, without summoning or even daring to approach, he knew that the old man's majesty was inviolable, and without summoning, the prince would not have been able to see him at all!

"Your Highness, I really hope to be able to help you if possible, but, with all due respect, even if you can go in and get close to the Imperial Suite where he lives, you will not be received by him. This big man is not like anything we've seen before. Besides, I doubt you'll really be able to get close to the Imperial Suite, and now the whole hotel is under that man's men, you know? This includes security personnel and monitoring personnel. ”

The manager pointed in the direction of the surveillance camera.

"You have been noticed from the time you entered, and if you go inside, you will be stopped quickly, so I advise you not to make such unnecessary efforts. Still, I can give you an idea. ”

Prince Walit was originally quite disappointed, and was wondering if he should break through, but when he heard the manager say this, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly asked, "What is the idea?" As long as I can meet that big man, I won't forget you. ”

"You can wait at the door of the hotel, that big man is going out after all, when the time comes, you can try to stop him at the door and tell him about you, with your eloquence and strength, as long as there is such an opportunity, you can convince the big man, right?"

What the hell is this idea!

I am a dignified Middle Eastern tyrant, a Saudi prince, the 2,768th heir to the throne of Saudi Arabia, squatting at the door of the hotel to guard people, where is the dignity? Where is the face!

Prince Walit couldn't help but be furious, and was about to give orders to his subordinates, but suddenly a hand reached out from behind him and patted him on the shoulder, "Your Highness, don't be impulsive, we should go." ”

The skin of this hand is loose, full of age spots, and it is so dry that there is no moisture at all.

But as soon as he patted him on the shoulder, Prince Walit immediately did not dare to be angry, turned his head and said respectfully: "Okay, Master Abdullah. ”

Only then did the manager notice that there was an old man standing behind the prince, with a heavy turban on his head and a gray beard, but in the summer, he was still wearing a heavy coarse white robe, holding a thick book in his arms, and the overall style really didn't match the prince's team at all.

Such an obvious maverick standing in the line should have been easily noticed, but before the old man could speak, the manager did not notice his presence at all, as if he was invisible.

The prince obviously attached great importance to the old man's opinion, grabbed the money thrown on the table, snorted at the manager dissatisfied, and without saying a word, turned around and left.

A large number of people walked out of the hotel door again.

Out of the door, Walit asked, "Master, why are we leaving, I have to see that big man, even if he has more bodyguards, with you, we can easily meet that big man, right?" ”

Master Abdullah was the prince's high-paying bodyguard and counselor, and in order to get his help, 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 are powerful mages in the hotel, even I don't dare to say that I can easily defeat them. Moreover, if the reckless impulse affects the Person's perception of us, then how can we ask for His help, even if we can force it to see Him? ”

"So what should I do?" Walit tugged at his collar irritably, "Is this big man even more difficult to see than President Millican?" I don't believe it, I rush in, can he slaughter me without saying a word? ”

"If you really want to see that big man, then like Di Dival said just now, wait here at the door, that big man will come out sooner or later, and then you won't be able to see him?"

The advice given by Master Abdullah was not at all constructive.

Walit said angrily, "I'm a prince, how can I squat here at the gate......

Master Abdullah said expressionlessly: "There are more than 3,000 princes like you in the country, and there are probably more than 5,000 younger than you......"

The truth is always so hurtful.

Walit was tempted to punch the master in his obnoxious old face, but given the master's terrifying powers, he gave up on the plan.

Do you really want to squat at the door of the hotel and be embarrassed like a little deflated three?

Prince Walit 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, otherwise he will throw up his sleeves and leave.

"Can you give me a moment?"

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

Prince Walit turned his head in astonishment, and saw a young boy standing not far in front of him, an Asian, wearing a pair of dirty and old sneakers that looked terrible at first glance, and the whole person was shining from head to toe with two big words.

It was obvious that this poor man wanted to enter the hotel, and Prince Walit, who was standing at the door of the hotel, blocked his way, and because the prince was thinking about it, it was not a short time to block.

But that's not the point.

The key is that a poor man dares to make way for the dignified Middle Eastern tycoon, the noble Saudi prince, the 2,768th heir to the Saudi throne! This is simply eating the bear's heart and leopard gall! If this is in the country, believe it or not, it will be caught and fed to the tiger in minutes? Of course, being able to let the tiger raised by Prince Walit eat it is definitely a happy rhythm for this kind of poor man.

"Get out!" Prince Walit himself opened his mouth and cursed a word.

The young boy on the other side couldn't help but be stunned.

The bodyguards beside the prince immediately came up, ready to carry out the orders of His Royal Highness the prince.

If you want to roll, you have to roll, you must not roll over on your side, and you can't climb!

The older boy frowned and looked at Prince Walit carefully.

The two bodyguards had approached the older boy, but they did not have time to carry out the prince's order, but rolled out of their own way, like two balls, along the lawn in front of the hotel.

Master Abdullah stepped forward and stood in front of the prince, gazing calmly at the older boy and slowly extending a hand.

The older boy suddenly smiled and took two steps back, apparently not thinking of clashing with Abdullah.

"Master ......" Prince Walit called out inexplicably, but Master Abdullah interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "Let's go, it's not appropriate to stay here today." After speaking, the prince did not allow any objection, and took his wrist and hurried out.

Prince Walit only felt that the master's hand was like an iron tong, and his wrist hurt, almost as if it was about to break, and for a while the pain was so painful that even tears flowed down, and even called the master a few times, but Abdullah didn't seem to hear it, and dragged Prince Walit into the long car he was riding in one breath, and urged him to drive a long way, leaving the hotel for a long time, and the master breathed a long sigh of relief, and said to Prince Walit: "Prince, don't be so reckless in the future, that young man is a mage, and a very powerful mage." If I hadn't been here, he would have ended your life so easily! ”

"Mage?" Prince Walit couldn't help but be surprised, "Is it stronger than you, Master?" ”

"If he had been stronger than me, we wouldn't have come out safely now." Master Abdullah said in a deep voice: "But there is a noble person in the hotel that the prince must have, and it is not appropriate to do it in front of the hotel, so I didn't make a move, but just forced him back." What's more, the sudden appearance of this mage in Balrac is probably related to the big man, and killing him is only a trivial matter, but if you anger the big man, it will not be good for the prince, so I can only endure it. ”

Prince Walit couldn't help but feel guilty when he heard this: "I let you be wronged, master, don't worry, I will never let you suffer this grievance in vain, isn't it just a mage?" What are the other mages besides a powerful mage like you? This mage dares to provoke me to my face, and I will never let him go. ”

In fact, usually Prince Walit is not so small-bellied, such a thing that offends him, at best, sending someone to break his limbs or something is over, he Prince Walit is a very magnanimous character, but this time is different, the prince is already holding his breath, and when he encounters such an eyeless person, then he can only be angry with him.

As a tyrant prince who is not bad for money, for ordinary people, a mysterious and unpredictable mage, for him, he is just a person with some magical powers, just like Abdullah, no matter how powerful he is, he still has to be his bodyguard? The most powerful force in this world is money, and nothing else!

Prince Walit pondered and wanted to call the Witch League in Switzerland. If you want to kill a mage, of course, you have to find a professional to do it.

Zhou Yang, who was nailed to the ground for some reason, had already walked out of the hotel at this moment.

Like a hillbilly who has just entered the city, he is very curious to look left and right, in his previous life, it is the first time he has come to this kind of old European top luxury hotel, to be honest, it is really a little new.

Although he came to Zurich with Li Xueyin, after getting off the plane, he left Li Xueyin to walk around the streets alone, and only came to the hotel after he had done enough, there was nothing special to do, but it was too awkward to stay with Li Xueyin, and he wanted to leave her farther.

Since the battle of Tokyo, Li Xueyin has been like a demon, as long as he sees Zhou Yang, he wants to kowtow to him on the ground, and he usually has to kneel in front of him when he speaks, and he will never open his mouth without honorifics, in short, he is worshipping him like a god, and he is almost lit a candle in front of him to make an offering.

Although she knew that the Battle of Tokyo might be more exciting for her, it was still far beyond Zhou Yang's imagination to this extent, and he really couldn't stand it.

It's just that when he first arrived at the hotel, he encountered such a scene, which still surprised Zhou Yang. Didn't you say that the hotel was already fully packaged? How could there be an Arab tyrant running out and scolding people?

Looking at Zhou Yang who came over, Mr. Manager had already stood up and responded with a very 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, I'm very sorry!"

Shocked, the manager knocked over the sign on the table.

Although I knew that it was Mr. Zhou from China who was going to be greeted, this Mr. Zhou, no matter how old or how he dressed, was very different from the Elantra who came before.

Could it be something wrong?

If this Mr. Zhou is also a great person like Mr. Elantra, then this body is too low-key, and it is simply low to the ground.

After receiving the manager's news, Miss Millettle quickly rushed downstairs, rushing to the front like a cheerful bird, but she stopped a little stiffly 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 see each other again after saying goodbye to the capital, but I didn't expect to see you again in just a few days, it's really hard for you!" Has Elantra arrived? ”

"After receiving your notice, Mr. Elantra put down everything he was doing, rushed over at once, and is now resting in his room. Sir, I have arranged a room for you, I wonder if you will like it......"

Millettel said as she led Zhou Yang inside.

Zhou Yang took two steps, but suddenly remembered something, stopped, looked at the manager and asked, "What was the name of that Arab prince just now, which country?" ”

(End of chapter)