Martin did not agree to attend their welcome dinner, much to the surprise of Deputy Director Yu. And Martin's tone is very tough, quite a bit of the European emperor Napoleon's conquest of Germany. Deputy Director Yu was a little surprised, he had not received his Southeast Asian counterparts before, nor had he not dealt with Western police officers, and none of them were as unruly as Martin. The rivers and lakes are human feelings, and human feelings are business, and if you are not familiar with the battlefield environment, how can you talk about combat victory? When Deputy Director Yu thought of this, he slowly became contemptuous of Martin. Deputy Director Yu's tone and demeanor, the people below naturally understood. They put Martin in front of the Shangri-La Hotel on Moreton Street, which he had requested, and left, and then the group closed the door and laughed in the car. Wouldn't it be nice to have one less person who shouldn't have come, and then call a group of people who should have come?

Sure enough, when Martin went to check in according to the room he had booked, the reception lady told him that he was very sorry and that his room had been cancelled. Martin was furious and asked for a new room, but although the hotel was polite but had a firm position, there was no room and no reason. No room for no reason.

Martin understood that this was a local man who was giving himself a dismount. Martin didn't care, and after smoking half a black john at the smoking spot in front of the hotel, he decided to try his luck elsewhere. Just then, a taxi drove past him, making a splash that almost hit the tip of Martin's nose.

As you can guess, there is no place in Bangkok where Martin can stay. The reason is generally strange that the hotel cannot accept foreign guests, but when Martin pointed to Italians or Spaniards passing by him, the hotel front desk excused himself that he could not understand Martin's English, and kept speaking in Western Chinese, which he did not understand, did not understand. The most bizarre reason is a hotel chain that thinks Martin is too tall and the bed is not long enough. Martin almost scolded, he couldn't help it, is he really the tallest in Thailand at 1.78 meters? He is not angry with the deputy director's next steps, the reason why he is angry with the hotel is that he can't be deceived by ghosts.

Martin lingered at the bar until closing, ordering several glasses of whisky, which was already the most generous bar performance in Europe, and in The Hague, it was a show of wealth. Finally, when Martin's eyes were confused, a girl with heavy makeup walked over, and her slender hand put on Martin's shoulder like a ghost, Goodboy, Let's go home. Martin's alcohol consciousness had overcome his sanity, his tongue curled, and he was ready to say three OKs, only to say one. When he was about to dig out his wallet and pay the bill generously, he found that it was gone. Finally, the barmaid who was the last to leave couldn't bear to see the foreign brother lying on the ground who was thrown into the rain on the street, and took the trouble to take him back to his dormitory with five people in one room.

In the morning meeting, as soon as Deputy Director Yu entered the conference room, he saw everyone smiling and passing Martin's wallet to each other, and when it was his turn, he simply opened it and looked at it, still with the smell of wine, so he pretended to be angry and said, It's too much, we are a civilized country. Team Chen, you must send someone back tomorrow, something will happen if it's too late.

Sure enough, something happened.