Chapter 922

When the car started, the girl couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and turned her head to thank Fade Chen beside her.

Fade Chen hummed lightly, but didn't say much.

But at this moment, the radio station in the car started to broadcast the news.

"According to the latest news, Ms. Anita, an internationally renowned singer, will arrive in Xiangjiang today. Xiangjiang fans and media reporters are waiting outside the airport to greet her. The scene is very crowded. I—"

Hearing Fade Chen, Fade Chen couldn't help muttering: "I said there are so many people at the gate of the airport, so there are celebrities coming!"

Hearing this, the girl beside her suddenly became nervous, and hurriedly said to the driver: "Master, change the channel."

"You young people, don't you all like to chase after these stars? Why, you don't like it, little girl." The driver was a little surprised, but he changed the channel.

The girl didn't answer, she giggled for a while, trying to confuse the question.

Fade Chen was worried about his wife's condition, so he took out his mobile phone and made a call.

Wei Ling answered the call, and Fade Chen told her that he had already arrived in Xiangjiang and would come over soon.

Wei Ling couldn't help being overjoyed when she heard this. Chen Fei then asked about Quin Lin's condition.

In this way, along the way, Fade Chen was almost on the phone, but he didn't say a few words to the girl beside him.

Immediately, when they arrived at the Emperor Hotel, the taxi stopped, and Fade Chen immediately took out a wad of money, handed it to the girl, and then hurriedly got out of the car.

The girl held the money that Fade Chen handed over, and was a little dazed. Seeing Fade Chen get off the car, she came back to her senses and shouted loudly, "Thank you."

Fade Chen didn't look back, just raised his hand and waved it, and then walked quickly towards the hotel entrance.

Looking at the back of Fade Chen leaving, the girl couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "This man is really, he walked with me all the way, and he didn't even say a word to me. If my fans know about it, I'm afraid they will all be jealous."

At this moment, the driver master said: "Little girl, can we go?"

The girl quickly closed the car door, nodded and said, "Well, we're at No. 38 Violet Street, please excuse me, master."

The taxi drove out, and at this moment, Fade Chen trotted to the entrance of the Emperor Hotel with his simple luggage.

This hotel has been around for some years, and the building as a whole presents a Western style, and the whole is a bit old.

But there was an endless stream of luxury car guests at the door, and almost everyone who came in and out was well-dressed and well-off.

Fade Chen didn't care so much, and was about to rush into the hotel at a trot, but at the door, a security guard in British uniform stopped Fade Chen, and said coldly: "Sir, I'm sorry, you Can't go in."

Hearing this, Fade Chen couldn't help frowning and said, "Why? I have friends living there, so I want to go in and find someone."

Hearing this, the security guard looked Fade Chen up and down, then glanced at his mouth in disdain, and said, "Sir, I'm sorry. Our hotel has regulations, people with disheveled clothes are not allowed to enter."

Fade Chen looked down at himself, because when he was in Longjiang, he received a call that his wife was ill. In a hurry, he didn't even care about changing clothes, and came here in a set of casual clothes. Coupled with the running around on this road, the clothes are indeed crumpled and a bit ugly, and it really doesn't match the guests in suits and leather shoes who come in and out of the surroundings.

Fade Chen frowned, and sneered at these so-called rules.

But at this moment, his wife's condition was serious, so Fade Chen didn't want to entangle with the security guard, so he tidied up his clothes, then took out a suit jacket from his bag, put it on, and said to the security guard, "Now, I can go in! "

Who knows, the security guard still refused to give way, but shook his head and said with a mocking tone: "Sir, you must know that our Emperor Hotel was the governor of Xiangjiang sent by England in the 1970s." It was ordered to be built, and the guests who come and go are all dignitaries and celebrities in England. In Xiangjiang, only a handful of tycoons can come in."

"Even now, the guests who can stay in our Emperor Hotel are at least wealthy owners. For others, it's best not to come to this noble place."

This is already an obvious sarcasm.

A fire surged in Fade Chen's heart, and he said angrily, "What kind of bullshit and noble place! It was clearly the place where people oppressed the locals, but now, it is regarded as a symbol of glory by you. Is your sense of shame given to you by dogs?" have eaten."

Hearing this, the security guard's expression darkened, and he said in a cold voice, "Sir, if you continue to make trouble here for no reason, we won't be polite."

While speaking, the security guard greeted him, and a few more security guards came over holding sticks.

Fade Chen's face turned cold, and he was about to explode.

At this moment, there was a grand smell of wine around him.

Then, Fade Chen turned his head and saw a bald, blond, middle-aged fat man with disheveled clothes and a flushed face, staggering towards this side.

The middle-aged fat man was followed by two stoppers, carrying two medicine boxes, helping the drunk fat man to the door.

The security guard who was about to do something to Fade Chen saw them coming, and immediately greeted them respectfully. With a smile on his face, he greeted them in English: "Doctor Marcus, please come in."

The drunken middle-aged foreigner didn't look at the security guard at all, just staggered into the hotel like this. Even when I was getting started, because I was drunk, I just "wow" and vomited all over the floor.

In the end, the security guard still didn't make any movement to stop him. Instead, he looked very enthusiastic, and he didn't care about the vomiting splashed on his body, and went to help the fat middle-aged foreigner with a flattering smile on his face.

Seeing this, Fade Chen couldn't help feeling angry. He pointed to the fat foreigner, and said to the security guard, "What's going on? He can go in in this state, why can't I go in?"

Hearing this, the security guard looked ridiculously at Fade Chen, and then sneered, "Don't you understand? Mr. Marcus is from England, and he is a well-known physician in Hong Kong. What are you? , dare to compare with Mr. Marcus?"

When Fade Chen heard this, he became even more angry, his face darkened, and he shouted coldly: "So what if he is from English?"

"This is Xiangjiang, China, and our territory. Why are foreigners allowed to enter at will, but you are making things difficult for our own people!"

The security guard curled his lips in disdain, and said to Fade Chen: "I am from Xiangjiang, who is on my own with you! Don't pretend to be yourself."

After finishing speaking, the security guard glared at Fade Chen fiercely, and threatened angrily: "I don't want to talk nonsense with you, get out immediately, or don't blame me for being rude."