Chen Zhao and Ella Gonzalez stood in front of a Chinese restaurant.
Chen Zhao really wanted to tell her, "Are you f * cking kidding me?"
But Chen Zhao maintained his rationality.
"Ella, do you know where I'm from?"
"I know. I'm from China."
"I want to eat the local delicacies of Makkali, not Chinese food. If I want to eat, I can make it myself."
"But Azcali's most famous restaurant is Chinese." Ella Gonzalez shrugged at Chen Zhao.
In fact, the most famous food in Kali is Chinese food.
Not eating Chinese food in Mersicali was like going to China's capital and not going to the Great Wall.
"This Chinese restaurant is really good," Ella Gonzalez emphasized.
"Okay, I know it's good." Chen Zhao scratched his head. "Okay, let's go in and try."
The waiters in the restaurant were both Chinese and natives.
Seeing Chen Zhao and Ella Gonzalez walk in, a Chinese waitress immediately came over.
"Sir, Miss, hello. What would you like?"
"Give me one of your signature dishes," Chen Zhao said in Chinese.
The Chinese waitress looked at Chen Zhao and also asked in Chinese, "Are you from China for vacation?"
"Sort of," Chen Zhao replied.
Chen Zhao could also tell that the waitress wasn't Chinese. She was Chinese herself.
There were some differences between Chinese and Chinese. Foreigners might not be able to tell, but Chinese could definitely.
The waitress could also tell that Chen Zhao was speaking Chinese, so she spoke to him in Chinese.
"Hello, I'm Zhang Yi."
"Hello, Chen Zhao."
"I won't disturb you anymore. I'll go help you with the order." Zhang Yi stopped there.
A while later, Zhang Yi brought a plate of white chicken to the table.
"Are you free? Let's sit down and talk." Chen Zhao hadn't talked to people in a long time.
Zhang Tianyi didn't count. Chen Zhao had never talked to that old b * stard seriously.
He only felt like talking to a normal person like Zhang Yi.
"Sorry, I still have work. Also, I won't disturb you and this beautiful lady."
"Okay." Chen Zhao didn't want to force her.
For a moment, Chen Zhao really wanted to slam a few thousand dollars on the table and tell Zhang Yi, "I'll buy you for 30 minutes."
"Mr. Chen, what do you think of the smell here?" Ella looked at him expectantly.
The taste here couldn't be said to be bad, but it was still different from the taste in China.
After all, after Chinese cuisine was exported to other parts of the world, it would be localized to a certain extent.
Even in Kali, there was no exception.
"Not bad," Chen Zhao replied. "You should eat some too."
To be honest, the taste here was much worse than Chen Zhao's own.
If he wanted to eat Chinese food, he would rather eat at home.
After leaving the restaurant, Zhang Yi chased after him to the entrance.
"Mr. Chen, this is the China knot from our restaurant."
"Oh, thanks." Chen Zhao took the China knot. "Are you studying here?"
"Yes, yes." Zhang Yi nodded.
"I'm leaving. Bye," Chen Zhao said.
"Goodbye."
Chen Zhao and Ella Gonzalez left. Ella Gonzalez was also planning to get off work.
"Mr. Chen, I'll come to your hotel at 9: 30 tomorrow morning."
"Okay, be careful."
When Chen Zhao returned to the hotel, he realized that the door to his suite had been opened.
The lock was a fingerprint lock. Judging from the lock, it wasn't opened by force.
Hotels nowadays all had alarm systems. If a room was forcefully opened, the alarm would be triggered.
Chen Zhao entered the room and checked his luggage.
His suitcase was also opened. His clothes and daily necessities were scattered everywhere.
Almost everything was destroyed.
His tablet was lost.
Chen Zhao picked up the internal phone and called the hotel customer service.
A while later, the customer service manager came. Seeing Chen Zhao's messy suitcase, his heart skipped a beat.
Chen Zhao was a black card customer. When he checked into the hotel, he'd already been marked.
Now that Chen Zhao's luggage had been robbed, it was a disaster for the hotel.
"I need to check the surveillance footage," Chen Zhao said calmly. "From five in the afternoon until I returned to the hotel."
"Of course, no problem. Mr. Chen, do you need to call the police?" the manager asked carefully.
"Not now."
The manager brought Chen Zhao to the surveillance room.
He said to the guard on duty, "Get the surveillance footage from the 20th floor immediately, starting from five in the afternoon."
Seeing the manager's tone and expression, the guard on duty vaguely realized that something had happened.
He hurriedly pulled up the footage, but after a while, he suddenly turned his head with a pale face and looked at Chen Zhao and the manager.
"Manager … The footage isn't recorded …"
"What? It's not recorded? How do you work? "
Normally, banks or financial institutions kept their surveillance footage for at least three months.
Hotels kept it for at least a week, but Chen Zhao couldn't find the footage from a few hours ago.
Chen Zhao clearly couldn't accept this explanation.
"Why isn't it recorded?"
"I … I don't know … I didn't do it before," the guard said frantically. The security guard on duty said in a panic, "It should be working normally all the time. Why isn't there any recording? Strange … it clearly shows that it is continuously recording."
Chen Zhao looked at the footage. After a few minutes, he said, "These cameras are connected to an external line, so it's a continuous image."
The guard on duty didn't have any skills. Apart from pressing a few buttons, he didn't know anything else, so it could be ruled out that he was the culprit.
However, the guard was still panicking. "How can this be? How can this be? "
Chen Zhao turned and walked out of the surveillance room. Such professional skills weren't something a thief could do.
Chen Zhao had a rough idea of who did it.
He'd found the stolen goods.
These people probably thought that Chen Zhao couldn't find any evidence, which was why they were so unrestrained.
Chen Zhao knocked on Hamm's door. When Hamm saw Chen Zhao, his lips curled into a smile.
"Mr. Chen, did you just come back? Is Kali fun? "
"Give me back my stuff and I'll pretend this never happened."
A playful expression appeared on Hamm's face. "Mr. Chen, what are you talking about? I don't know what you mean."
"Just answer me. Are you going to give it back or not?" Chen Zhao still looked at Hamm calmly.
"I don't know what you mean. If there's nothing else, please leave. I'm tired. Goodbye."
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