The richest man Yang Fei

Therefore, in the most expensive suite, it is not too much to have a phone but not be able to make calls.

In China, if you don't live comfortably, you can reason, complain, and check out.

But here, because there are few hotels and hotels, there is basically no other way but to complain. There is no way to complain, because many places are basically in a state of anarchy. Who do you turn to to complain?

Yang Fei laughed and said, "We are here to make money, but the locals are also counting on us to make money!"

Jin Dabao laughed and said, "This is the mutual exchange!"

He said mysteriously: "There are bad things, but there are also good things. For example, there are a lot of women here, and the prices are very cheap, but it's a little dark."

Yang Fei shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'm not interested. You are the only one who likes it."

Jin Dabao touched his lips: "I'm not picky about food. In fact, black girls are more relaxed than domestic women and have fun."

Yang Fei: "...I'll go downstairs and make a phone call."

Coming to the lobby on the first floor, Yang Fei found the front desk.

What caught people's eyes was that the lady at the front desk was a mixed-race beauty with a wheatish-white color.

Many parts of Africa have been colonized by Europeans and Americans, leaving behind a large number of mixed races, tall and beautiful, very charming.

Yang Fei walked over and said hello.

The woman has big eyes, and she smiles like she can talk: "Hello."

"You can speak Chinese?" Yang Fei asked in surprise.

"A little bit." The front desk squeezed his thumb and index finger, and smiled playfully, "There are a lot of Chinese here."

"Are you a descendant of the Chinese?"

"No, my grandfather is British and my father is German."

"Oh, no wonder you're so pretty."

"Thank you."

At this time, the two sisters came downstairs giggling out of nowhere, just in time to see Yang Fei talking and laughing happily with the front desk lady, and they were standing on the stairs, whispering to each other.

Yang Fei said, "I'll make a call."

"Please." The woman pointed to the phone.

Yang Fei dialed Su Tong's phone and found that the quality of the call was poor and the voice was intermittent.

He could only make a long story short and tell her that he had arrived safely.

At the entrance of the hotel, there was suddenly a loud gunshot!

Su Tong heard it, and hurriedly asked: "Yang Fei, what's going on? Who is shooting?"

"I don't know." Yang Fei glanced at the door, and saw a group of black people fighting in a scuffle. They all looked similar, black and white, and it was unclear how many groups there were.

The lady at the front desk held Yang Fei's hand, and kept waving her left hand, signaling him to quickly enter the front desk.

Before Yang Fei could react, a bullet hit the floor next to him, and the small fragments splashed hit his leg, excruciatingly painful.

Yang Fei was startled, put his hands on the desk at the front desk, and quickly jumped in.

The receptionist hugged his head, and the two squatted down together, hiding behind the desk.

Yang Fei scolded his mother in his heart, just as he got off the plane, they greeted him with gunshots?

I know it's messy here, but isn't it too messy?

Yang Fei wanted to get up and look outside, but was held down by the receptionist.

"Don't move." The receptionist reminded him, "Don't go out."

Yang Fei responded helplessly.

Suddenly, Mo Miao screamed: "Let me go!"

Then I heard Mo Ming yelling: "Let go! Don't touch me!"

In desperation, Yang Fei looked up and saw that the two sisters, Mo Ming and Mo Miao, were controlled by the black men who rushed into the hotel.

There were a few black men at the gate, each pointing their guns at the outside. People outside could not rush in, and the exchange of fire stopped temporarily.

Mo Miao saw Yang Fei, shed tears, cast a pleading look at him, and shouted silently: "Yang Fei, please, save me."

Yang Fei weighed it up. There were five people on the other side, and all of them had guns. He was no match for them anyway.

However, if he let it go, it would not be Yang Fei's fault.

The front desk lady tugged at the corner of his clothes and motioned him to squat down quickly.

Yang Fei raised his hands, walked out, and said in fluent English: "Everyone, we are Chinese, from the People's Republic of China. We are friendly countries with your country. These two are my friends. Please let them go."

It's a pity that those black people don't understand English!

Several guns were aimed at Yang Fei immediately.

Yang Fei said it loudly in Chinese, and at the same time motioned for the lady at the front desk to come out and translate it for them.

Seeing Yang Fei's pleading gaze, the front desk lady hesitated for a moment, then finally stood up and repeated Yang Fei's words in the local language.

The black people understood this time, said a few words to each other, and moved the gun away from Yang Fei, but did not let go of Mo Ming and Mo Miao immediately.

Yang Fei asked the receptionist: "What did they say?"

"They are desperate and need hostages." The front desk lady said helplessly, "And the Chinese are their best hostages. With the Chinese in their hands, people outside will not dare to shoot casually."

At this moment, Yang Fei really wanted to scold her!

Chapter 1025

Yang Fei didn't know why these people killed, and he didn't dare to ask.

He doesn't care about the lives and deaths of these people, he just wants to save sister Mo Ming and Mo Miao.

In desperation, Yang Fei took out all the money in his pocket and handed it to the black man who tied up the Mo family sisters: "The money is for you, you let them go."

The language is different, but the money is the same, especially the US dollar, which is used around the world.

Yang Fei's move immediately won the favor of the other party.