Mysterious treasure chest

Chapter 295 Do you know my nickname?Optimus Prime!

street corner.

Several Honda commercial vehicles were lurking in the darkness, and in the front car sat a person completely covered in a black hooded windbreaker.

The other people in the car were dressed in black suits, with serious expressions, and said nothing. They didn't look like lazy Southeast Asians at all.

And everyone has air duct earphones hanging on their ears, their waists are bulging, and they probably carry guns. Coupled with their indifferent eyes, they look like professionally trained desperadoes.

At this time, a voice came from the earphone of a black suit, he listened carefully, and then reported to the man in the windbreaker in Japanese.

"Your Excellency, the two targets have just left the hotel and got into a taxi. They seem to be going to the Shangri-La Hotel. The car should leave immediately. Do you want to do it?"

The man in the windbreaker shook his head slightly: "Don't worry, there must be a demon if something goes wrong. Since they left the tour group privately, they must have something to do, maybe it's related to the important matter explained by the superior, so cancel the plan for the time being, and observe first." Let's talk about it later."

The black suit nodded: "Okay, I'll let you know."

At this time, the taxi that Yang Hao and the others took had already driven out of the hotel, turned the corner of the street and continued on.

The black suit asked: "Your Excellency, do you need us to send someone to follow you?"

The man in the windbreaker continued to shake his head: "No, the opponent's anti-reconnaissance ability is very strong. Let's let the local gangster monitor the opponent's whereabouts for us, so that it will be less likely to be detected by the opponent."

"Okay, since the operation is temporarily cancelled, you should go back to rest first, and remember not to conflict with the Burmese in the cars behind. They are all cannon fodder, and we don't want to get angry with them."

After speaking, the man in the windbreaker opened the door and disappeared into the darkness alone.

Immediately afterwards, several commercial vehicles also split into several different directions and sped away.

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Shangri-La Hotel.

When Yang Hao and the little monk got off the taxi, two doormen immediately greeted them with smiles. While helping with the luggage, they asked politely in English, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

The little monk curled his lips and complained in Mandarin: "This high-end hotel is really different. It is much better than the broken hotel just now. At least when we meet here, we will be served as European and American uncles."

One of the doormen smiled awkwardly, immediately switched to fluent Mandarin, and asked again: "Gentlemen, what can I do for you?"

Yang Hao raised his hand to reward each person with a tip of [-] baht, and said carelessly: "It's all over, of course I'm here to stay at the hotel."

The two doormen took the tip, smiled politely, and said to themselves that it was only one hundred baht, not one hundred dollars, so what kind of uncle is it.

After entering the lobby, another beautiful woman greeted Yang Hao and Yang Hao enthusiastically in English.

Yang Hao sent the other party away with [-] baht as usual, and went straight to the front desk, shaking his legs, and said in Mandarin: "Open a room."

The beauty at the front desk was taken aback for a moment, and immediately asked in unproficient Mandarin: "Sir, do you mean to book a room?"

Her Mandarin accent sounded weird, the little monk couldn't help but patted Yang Hao, and said with a smile: "Brother Hao, don't embarrass her. With your foreign language skills, even if you communicate in Thai, there should be no problem." Bar?"

Yang Hao didn't want to bother anymore, so he simply switched to Thai and asked, "Beauty, open a room for the two of us, and swipe the card."

The beauty at the front desk scolded in her heart: Spicy chicken, you can speak Thai so fluently, but why don't you say it, does it feel superior to pretend to be a foreigner?
But she still had a polite smile on her face: "Sir, we still have three types of rooms, which one do you need?"

Yang Hao glanced casually, and handed over the card: "Let's have a luxurious balcony room, UnionPay cards are fine, right?"

The beauty at the front desk nodded, glanced at Yang Hao and the little monk, guessed their relationship, and asked cautiously: "No problem, but... do you want a king-size bed or two single beds?"

puff!
Yang Hao sprayed instantly, and slapped the bank card on the table with a dark face: "Damn, what do you mean, beauty, how could we two big men want a king-size bed, you think we are gays Ah? It's just unreasonable!"

The beauty at the front desk was taken aback and stuttered, not knowing how to apologize.

And the little monk next to him couldn't understand Thai, so he asked in a dazed manner, "What are you doing, brother Hao, you see that you're about to cry when you spray someone's beauties, okay?"

Yang Hao rolled his eyes: "Shit, she asked us if we are sleeping on the same bed, do you think I can not be impatient?"

Swish!
The little monk exploded in an instant, jumped high, pointed at the nose of the beautiful woman at the front desk and yelled: "Fuck me, beautiful woman, it's your fault. People like the two of us who look like straight men, why don't you?" It might be a joke!"

The beauty at the front desk was so scared that she shed tears this time, even the lobby manager rushed over, and after asking about the situation, she apologized to Yang Hao and the little monk.

She bowed again and again: "I'm sorry, gentlemen, this is our staff's mistake. How about this? To express our apologies, we can upgrade your room to an executive room with a full-view courtyard for free, okay?"

Yang Hao coughed twice, and waved his hands: "Forget it, it's my fault that I didn't make it clear just now, I don't need to upgrade the room, I still like the balcony room, so that's it, just swipe the card to register."

The lobby manager said a few more words of politeness before personally helping Yang Hao swipe the card. The nightly price of the deluxe balcony room is about [-] baht, which is equivalent to [-] baht in soft sister coins.

Even in a five-star hotel, it can be regarded as a decent room type, and Yang Hao only needs one night.

After completing the registration procedures, the lobby manager personally sent Yang Hao and the young monk to the door of the room. Before leaving, he secretly put a business card in Yang Hao's hand, and then left with a smile.

The little monk was dumbfounded. After entering the room, he grabbed the business card and saw a number written on the back of the business card, and there was an English word 'call me'.

He was immediately unconvinced: "Fuck, brother Hao, why, we are both men, why does Mao, a beautiful lobby manager, just give you a small card?"

Yang Hao shrugged: "Maybe she sees that you are a good-looking guy. If you can see if you can use it, then why bother to stuff it for you, right?"

The little monk jumped up angrily: "Fuck, Brother Hao, you... You are slandering, slandering, and spreading rumors from Chi Guoguo. Buddha, I am clearly a dragon and a tiger, do you know what my nickname is? Optimus Prime! What? Is it like a product that can be seen but not used?"

Yang Hao chuckled: "You are a monk, no matter how powerful you are, you can't do that. Don't you think you can see it but not use it? Are you right?"

The little monk was completely dumbfounded, and after a long while he let out a long sigh, and said dejectedly: "Brother Hao, what you said makes sense, but I am speechless, woo woo woo!"

(End of this chapter)