Reborn God-level villain

What are rich people like?Yang Ran finally saw it today!

The distance from the exhibition hall to the four-star Golden Bauhinia International Hotel that Yang Ran saw when he first came to Yangcheng was only 400 meters. It can be said that it took only a few minutes to walk there.

But that arrogant son of the Rockefeller family actually took five luxury cars with bodyguards, burned expensive gasoline, drove for more than ten seconds, and then stopped at the entrance of the hotel.

The distance is only a few hundred meters, and it is such a tall and heavy vehicle, they burned at least nearly a thousand yuan!This is the basic salary for the dozen or so students invited by Yang Jiudao after working hard for seven days!

is it necessary?

Still have to pretend?

Yang Ran complained crazily in his heart, but in order to keep up, Yang Ran took Ou Ting and ran all the way, and managed to catch up with them, just in time to watch them walk into the hotel.

"They should live here!" Yang Ran ran so far, and there is no major problem. His current physical condition is the best in two lifetimes.

But Ou Ting had one problem. The girls themselves were fragile, and they were running under the bright sun at noon. It wasn't their lost youth, but the sweat and panting that couldn't be wiped away.

"Yang Ran, let's not go in again?" Panting, Ou Ting looked at the majestic four-star hotel in front of her with some fear.

Not to mention Yangcheng, this kind of big hotel is also one of the best in China. Although it is only a four-star hotel, it has a huge scale. The first floor of the hotel is nearly ten meters high. The pillars in front of the door are embossed with dragons and tigers. The five-meter-high glass uses the latest sensor door technology!

Looking majestic and full of sense of technology, even Ou Ting, who is not bad, felt an indescribable pressure.

Thinking of the wealth of the person Yang Ran wanted to follow, and the few tall and strong bodyguards who often followed him, Ou Ting felt like shrinking back.

But finally caught this opportunity, how could Yang Ran give up?

Yang Ran took three deep breaths and regained his confident and calm smile. He patted Ou Ting on the shoulder and said, "Sister Ou Ting, wait for me outside."

"How can this be done?" Ou Ting was a little anxious and wanted to hold Yang Ran back, but Yang Ran had already turned around gracefully and strode towards the hotel gate.

As he approached, Yang Ran suppressed his beating heart, shook his suit lightly, and walked forward with a smile.

"Sir, you..." The waiter at the entrance of the hotel came up with some doubts in his eyes, but he still maintained a polite attitude.

"Thank you!" Yang Ran smiled slightly, and said in fluent English, "But I can do it myself, these are just some light documents." He clapped the briefcase in his hand.

Fortunately, because he wanted to come out to attract customers, he didn't use the simple plastic bag to hold the documents, but requisitioned Yang Jiudao's briefcase. No matter in terms of appearance or recognition, the briefcase is more convincing than the plastic bag.

Yang Ran's series of English words made the waiter who thought Yang Ran was Chinese dizzy just now, his face was a little red, and he stammered in unproficient English: "Welcome, welcome."

"If I knew it, I wouldn't be in the limelight!" The waiter thought a little gloomily, "You're just a parking boy, why are you pretending to be a security guard? Are you ashamed now?"

"Also, this gringo won't complain to me, right? It's over, it's over, he's going to be fired." The hotel's requirements are very strict, and even some college students who don't speak English well can't pass the interview if they want to enter the hotel as a waiter!

In such a high-end hotel, the salary is much higher than outside, but the management is also very strict. The scope of work is the waiter of the parking boy. As long as you are complained, you may be fired anytime, anywhere!

So he acted very obsequiously, and even bent down to protect Yang Ran with his hands, but he had already opened the glass door.

Yang Ran didn't say another word, he put on airs and walked in calmly.

Just in time, he was able to see two of Rockefeller's bodyguards, probably because the elevator in front couldn't fit, so he just walked into the elevator.

"Sir." At this moment, a waiter who spoke fluent English finally came over and greeted Yang Ran, "What can I help you with?"

If you are staying in a hotel, you have to go to the front desk to register. If you are looking for someone, you have to go through a review.

Yang Ran raised his head slightly, and said with a cold face: "Get out of the way, I want to send materials to the boss, are you going to delay the important event of the distinguished Lord Rockefeller?"

The waiter was stunned for a moment, and the naked eye could see that the blood on his face was gradually fading, and beads of sweat were still oozing from his forehead.

"Get out of the way!" Yang Ran shouted coldly.

"Yes, yes." The waiter gave way with a sad face, obediently.

Yang Ran's fluent English concealed his identity revealed by his original skin color, and he deliberately showed such an arrogant and domineering posture.

Who made the performance of the Rockefeller son in the exhibition hall so flamboyant and surly?Yang Ran has reason to believe that the people under him are definitely not much better.

Sure enough, his arrogance and harshness played a role. Not only was the waiter so frightened that he was sweating profusely in the air-conditioned hotel lobby, he also hid aside with a sad face, and no questioning thoughts came to his mind.

Yang Ran shook his head and strode towards the elevator.

This scene has actually been seen by many people. The waiter next to the elevator didn't dare to be negligent. He hurriedly pressed the button of the elevator and grinned apologetically.

Yang Ran looked up with a cold face, turning a blind eye.

He raised his head, not entirely to express his aloofness on purpose, but more importantly, to hide his gaze.

"Seventeen, eighteen...the eighteenth floor!" Yang Ran was standing in front of the elevator that the two bodyguards just went up to, and he was also staring closely, seeing that the elevator finally reached the tenth floor. Stopped there on the eighth floor.

Perhaps because of Yang Ran's temper, the waiter stood aside stupidly, wanting to remind Yang Ran which elevator to get down from, but he didn't dare to speak.

A youthful face actually frightened so many people, Yang Ran couldn't help but secretly rejoice: "It is estimated that this Mr. Rockefeller has committed a lot of sins, otherwise, I really wouldn't be able to go so smoothly!"

Finally, the elevator next door opened, Yang Ran retracted his head held high, and walked in swaggeringly, the waiter outside was still smiling flatteringly, helping Yang Ran to protect the elevator door, and stopping other guests who wanted to get on the elevator.

"This is a privilege!" Yang Ran thought happily.

However, there was no expression on his face, he just coldly ordered the little girl who operated the elevator: "Eighteen!"