Vladimir successfully acquired the Imperial Hotel, but he did not expect to be directly threatened by the terrorists, which Nikolai and Boris did not expect at all.

Nikolai, in particular, had a feeling that God was beginning to favor him.

"Thank God, I didn't expect Vladimir to lose so quickly." Nikolai felt that the probability of this good news happening was simply lower than the probability of him winning the Mark Six jackpot.

However, Nikolai was happy for a few days, and the continuous reports of ABC TV made him angry, he did not expect that this crisis PR would be so cleverly resolved by Vladimir.

When he learned in advance that the police had asked everyone at the Imperial Hotel to move out, he once again felt that God was favoring him again.

Once Vladimir moves out of the Imperial Hotel, Nikolai can guarantee that he will definitely have a way to blacken Vladimir.

Nikolai will see;

The people he arranged were waiting for the moment when Vladimir left the Imperial Hotel outside the Imperial Hotel.

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As soon as the police arrived at the hotel, they put up a notice to move out within a time limit.

The entire building, with the exception of the necessary service personnel, all the residents and visitors to the hotel left the Imperial Hotel by 6 p.m.

When they drove out of the underground parking lot, countless lurking cameras and video cameras were shooting at the target......

Powerful TV stations such as ABC TV even broadcast live directly on the spot.

However, no matter what method they used, they never waited for the appearance of the owner of the hotel, Vladimir.

The reporter of the Moon suddenly realized that Vladimir had most likely already left the Imperial Hotel, and it must be pointless to stay on such a squat.

This reporter's conscience is not so high, and after thinking about it, he decided to go back and concoct an article titled "The Rich Second Generation After the Show Moves Out of the Imperial Hotel in Advance Without Conscience" to strongly criticize the rich second generation of this Mao Ziguo.

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The police made Vladimir and all the residents inside have to move out of the Imperial Hotel within the same day, much to Vladimir's displeasure.

"No, Officer Cheryl, I told you that I would live and die with the Imperial Hotel, and I would never move out of the hotel." Vladimir knew that the guns and cannons of various media reporters outside had been aimed at the door of the hotel, and once he moved out, it might be another sensational news.

The image that was finally established may disappear all at once.

"Mr. Vladimir, we are here for your own good, you have to move out, I hope you understand." Cheryl said with a straight face.

"According to the law, I think I have the right to dispose of my property." Vladimir was resolute.

Cheryl didn't expect Vladimir to be so tough that he even brought out the legal papers.

At this time, Pete, who was silent for a while, also spoke, "Mr. Vladimir, you are doing this selfishly, since our police let you move out, we must have our own methods, do you think that once something happens, can you take this responsibility?" ”

"Life and death are up to me, and I can bear it."

In Yingguo, private property is protected by law, although the police station gave an order to move out within a time limit, but as long as Vladimir does not carry it out, the police have no way to deal with him.

"You are a rich second generation, and your life is precious." Pete said with a strange look on his face.

Vladimir retorted unceremoniously, "Officer Pete, you are actually wrong, there are many injustices in this world, but only life and death are the most equal." ”

Pete was very unaccustomed to these foreign rich people, and he couldn't find room to fight back when he was so refuted by Vladimir.

Pete, who felt that he had lost face, said viciously, "Vladimir, if you are really killed, I think you deserve it." ”

Vladimir said with a grim face, "Officer Pete, if I am killed, I don't want you to come to my funeral, because I think you are a-stirring stick." ”

As soon as Pete heard this, his face turned pale with anger, if he hadn't known that there were media reporters lurking in unknown places next to him, he would have vowed to beat this rich second generation.

Seeing that the two were a little bickering, Cheryl sighed softly and broke the siege, "That's it, Mr. Vladimir, if you really don't plan to move out, I want you to sign the waiver agreement." ”

Vladimir did not hesitate to sign his name on the waiver agreement.

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The Imperial Hotel was more deserted than ever before, and Vladimir calculated in his heart that the security guards, waiters, cleaning staff, and kitchen of the entire building, including the police, him and his two bodyguards, would definitely not exceed sixty people combined.

Although the hotel is closed, the restaurant on the 88th floor is still open for less than 60 people.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Vladimir came to the restaurant with Vasily and Viktor.

It just so happened that Cheryl, Pete, and several plainclothes cops were dining there.

Vladimir casually clicked and sat down.

Although he was a little unhappy before, Vladimir was still full of respect for these policemen, and the policemen who dared to stay at the Imperial Hotel at this time definitely took into account the consequences.

Pete couldn't help but twist his head to the side when he saw him coming.

Embarrassed, Vladimir gave Vasily a look, and Vasily quickly sent him several bottles of fine reserve wine.

"You've worked hard, please have a drink."

Cheryl shook her head, "Mr. Vladimir, we understand your kindness, we are on a mission now, and we are not allowed to drink." ”

"I see, I will continue to treasure these bottles of wine, and when the seal is lifted, I will invite you again."

"Thank you for the wine, we ordinary people can't afford it." Pete continued with a yin and yang look on his face.

Vladimir smiled awkwardly again, but he no longer argued with Pete.

After dinner, accompanied by bodyguards, Vladimir returned to his apartment on the 95th floor.

Standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling glass, Vladimir had no intention of looking at the brightly lit city of Lundun City, which was just a light to him, and he soon fell into deep thought.

If Caroline's previous reports made him and the Imperial Hotel very popular, but he seems to have gained nothing other than gaining fame and increasing exposure.

He knew very well that as long as the Imperial Hotel was closed for a day, his losses would be calculated in millions or even tens of millions.

In the Philippines, he was assassinated by militants and could go for revenge on the spot; But now that he is being threatened by terrorists thousands of miles away, there is nothing he can do.

Is it possible to just sit back and wait for death? Waiting for death?

For a moment, Vladimir felt that the pressure was too much.