Enron just needs to say a few nice words in front of Mr. Eleven, which is more useful than giving him a reward of 100,000 yuan.

He has been the general manager of this hotel for 10 years.

It would be a good thing if you can move a little bit.

"Mr. Enron, I'll take you down!" Matthews's smile became more and more enthusiastic.

An Ran didn't refuse, and the two got on the elevator together.

Matthews quickly helped press the elevator button before he could take action.

An Ran said thanks.

The two chatted casually in the elevator. Matthews was a very good speaker and complimented An Ran without any trace.

The words are very reserved, but very comforting, and the level is quite high.

When they reached the first floor, Matthews said: "Mr. An Ran, please come first."

An Ran walked out and said, "Mr. Matthews, you have worked hard these days. Please also pay attention to your health and don't get exhausted."

"Thank you Mr. An Ran for your concern."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a confused voice, "Mr. Matthews?"

Matthews and An Ran looked over together.

Hey, isn’t this a coincidence?

The person who came was none other than Old Silver Coin Arman. This guy looked at An Ran and Matthews with a puzzled look.

Matthews was polite but distant in his tone, "Hello, Mr. Alman."

Arman doesn’t know what An Ran did.

But Matthews knew that when he was helping Enron, he already knew what Enron was going to do.

As a human being, of course he knows where his butt stands.

I would rather offend a hundred Armans than offend one Enron.

This is the big boss’s good friend.

And his words are very effective.

Arman looked at An Ran and snorted coldly, "What are you doing here?"

An Ran had no intention of paying attention to him.

We will know who wins and who loses when we pull it out tomorrow.

But what's going on with this guy's condescending tone?

I am not your son!

As for talking to me like this?

An Ran was unhappy when she thought of this.

He smiled and said: "Of course I came to see the decorated venue! Since we met here, I will tell you by the way."

"Tomorrow night at 7 o'clock, there will be a "Growing Pains" TV series recommendation reception on the 54th floor here. If Mr. Arman is interested, you can come over and have a drink!"

"What? Did I hear it right?" Arman looked surprised, then laughed.

"Oh my god..."

Arman said in bewilderment: "Mr. An Ran, I want to know, what gave you the courage to hold a recommendation meeting after just one TV series? Oh... you showed me the confidence of Xiazhou people, and you still accepted it.

The whole floor, I'm really curious."

"Of course it's quality!" An Ran said with a smile: "Quality is the lifeline that determines a TV series. No matter how you suppress it, it will be in vain. I believe this TV series will become popular all over the world."

"Then you can continue to daydream, Mr. An Ran."

"Whether it's a dream or not, I believe it won't be long before we find out!"

Arman snorted, ignored An Ran, and instead came to embarrass Matthews.

"Mr. Matthews, you knew in advance that we were going to hold a movie and TV series recommendation meeting on the top floor. Why did we rent the 54th floor to this despicable Xiazhou man!"

As soon as these words came out, An Ran suddenly became unwilling.

You usually just talk to me, but your attack is a bit too broad.

"Mr. Arman, please pay attention to your words. You are a public figure after all!" An Ran said coldly: "You know my character, and your words have offended me!"

Arman Wandering cares, "So what if I offend you? This is Xizhou, not Xiazhou!"

An Ran nodded, "Mr. Arman, remember what you said. I, An Ran, never threaten people, but I will take action to retaliate against you."

"I'm waiting, Mr. Anron!" Arman showed no fear at all on his face.

Matthews lowered his face and said: "Mr. Arman, you know that Xizhou is a tolerant country. What you just said has violated the law. I can sue you at any time!"

"?"

Arman looked confused. He is not your father. Do you want to defend him like this?

"Mr. Matthews, I don't understand why you are protecting this guy?" Arman pointed at Anron.

An Ran suddenly took action, grabbed his extended finger, and twisted it hard.

Arman screamed.

An Ran said coldly: "Mr. Arman, didn't your mother teach you that it's rude to point your finger at others?"

As he slowly exerted force, Arman's body got lower and lower.

As the saying goes, "Ten fingers connect to the heart"!

This kind of pain is not something that most people can endure.

Arman was so painful that he almost burst into tears.

An Ran said: "Apologise, otherwise I will break your fingers!"

Arman endured the severe pain, "Do you know the consequences of doing this? I will sue you and you will go to jail!"

An Ran smiled and said: "I have money, I can compensate you, and I can guarantee that you will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life! Do you want two million? Or three million? Or ten million? I will just break your fingers

That’s enough!”

"You...ah!"

Arman’s screams became louder and louder.

Unfortunately, it is already evening and there are no other customers in the hotel lobby.

When other staff members saw Matthews present, they were very surprised that no one came over.

Matthews said: "Mr. Arman, if it were me, I would definitely choose to apologize. Even if it is 10 million, what I lost will never come back!"

"Besides...you have no witnesses? How can you prove that your finger was broken by Mr. An Ran?"

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and at this time, "Mr. An Ran and I have been arranging the reception scene. How could we possibly twist your finger off?"

You are paralyzed!

Arman almost cursed, you are telling lies with your eyes open.

He already understands that Matthews is completely on the side of Enron. If they join forces, he really has no evidence for this matter today.

An Ran smiled slightly after hearing this, "Did you hear that? Mr. Arman, Xizhou is said to be a country that is very concerned about evidence. Do you think you will find evidence?"

Arman saw An Ran's eyes flashing with a hint of ruthlessness.

His heart skipped a beat. This guy didn't seem to want to admit his mistake and break his fingers.

And just like Matthews said, without evidence, he has no chance of winning.

He glanced at the surveillance camera in the corner of the hall and already knew it.

Based on everything recorded by the surveillance system, even if his fingers are not broken, it would be enough for him to squat there for several months.

"Mr. An Ran, I'm sorry!"

After reading this section, he immediately gave in.

Then he saw a trace of disappointment flash in An Ran's eyes, and he thought he was lucky.

This guy is really planning to break his fingers.

What a cruel attack.
Chapter completed!