"You said that it's your Lung Hing Society's rule. Our Underground Railroad's sales hall also has its own rules," the man replied. Then, he lowered his head as if he was looking for something.
"Get up!" Jiang Cheng was furious at that moment. He couldn't tolerate anything. Because of that, when he saw the man lowering his body, he became very dissatisfied.
Jiang Cheng suddenly pulled the man up and glared at him, "Hurry up and compensate me! Otherwise, I'll tear down your sales hall. "
"Big Brother, spare me! Spare me!" The man at the front desk was trembling with fear. He felt that it would be too unjust if he died for no reason. After all, the door of the sales hall wasn't his own door. Therefore, the person Jiang Cheng should be looking for shouldn't be him.
"Big Brother, I will give you the manager's number. Can you talk to our manager? I really don't care about the compensation. Even if I want to compensate you, I don't have any money, right? "The man at the front desk said. Then, he glanced at the table and picked up a business card.
He directly handed the business card to Jiang Cheng.
"Call our manager. Our manager will definitely take full responsibility for what happened to you," the man said. "You can rest assured about this."
"Hehe, don't mention that manager to me again," Britney suddenly interrupted. However, just as she was about to continue speaking, the man at the front desk noticed that something was wrong. He quickly covered Britney's mouth with his hand.
"I will solve your problem for you now. I guarantee that you will receive a generous compensation," the man at the front desk said.
Britney paused. I thought, "The you he was referring to, was it me?"
While in doubt, Britney closed her mouth and bit hard. "Ah!"
Then, the man at the front desk painfully retracted his hand.
"Are you crazy? Why did you bite me for no reason?"
However, Britney didn't take his fear seriously. She continued to ask, "Were you talking to me just now? Are you going to take responsibility for my compensation? "
"Yes, yes, yes. I will be responsible for your compensation." The receptionist nodded his head desperately, fearing that Britney didn't hear him. However, her behavior aroused Jiang Cheng's suspicions.
Jiang Cheng stared at the man at the front desk. "What did you just say?"
"I feel like something's not right." Jiang Cheng said, "My compensation needs to be approved by the manager, but my friend's compensation can be approved directly by you. What's going on? "
Speaking up to this point, Jiang Cheng raised his hand high and slammed it down heavily. "Explain it to me clearly!"
"Hurry up!" Jiang Cheng shouted.
When the man at the front desk heard Jiang Cheng's words, he hurriedly took three or four steps back. He seemed to be frightened.
"I, I, I …"
Because of Jiang Cheng's fierce words just now, the receptionist couldn't even speak clearly. His mouth was chattering, but no one knew what he was saying.
"Explain it to me clearly. Otherwise, I will tear down your sales hall. If you don't believe me, I can tear down your front desk position first."
Jiang Cheng had always been a person who spoke his mind. Hence, after he finished speaking, he really lifted the table that weighed a few kilograms.
However, at that moment, Gong Chao's lumbar spine suddenly felt uncomfortable, and then he let go of his hand.
"Bang!" Although the table had just been raised by about two centimeters, the moment it landed, it still produced a loud sound, and it resounded throughout the entire sales hall.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" Jiang Cheng covered his back with one hand. As he retreated, he kept signaling to Britney, seemingly wanting her to come over and help him.
"Jiang Cheng, are you okay?" Britney seemed to have a telepathic connection. She knew that something was wrong with Jiang Cheng. She immediately ran over and hugged Jiang Cheng's body from behind.
"Your waist?" Britney asked, "Is it an old problem again?"
"Yes!" Jiang Cheng nodded helplessly. It seemed that the two of them had experienced this many times, so much so that Britney could instantly know about Jiang Cheng's situation. His question just now was just to confirm it.
"Let's leave this place as soon as possible. If you don't return to the Dragonrise Guild's headquarters, you won't be able to cure your old illness," Britney said, "Only dragons can bribe you with medicine to cure your veterans."
Britney was a little worried, and her eyes were filled with worry. Then, she glanced at the man at the front desk.
"Do you have any tickets to the Lung Hing Society?" Britney shouted.
"This …" The man at the front desk mumbled. He wanted to say something but stopped. Based on the man's reaction, Britney could roughly infer that he should still have train tickets, but he was just unwilling to sell them to the two of them.
"Tell me, do you still have any train tickets left?" Britney suddenly let go of her hand. While glaring at the man at the front desk, she approached him step by step.
"I really don't, I really don't," the man at the front desk refuted, but he didn't know that Britney already knew everything.
Then, Britney jumped on the table at the front desk with one foot. The wooden table made of redwood shook after Britney stood on it. It took about a second for it to stabilize.
"What kind of broken table is this? It's so trashy," Britney muttered, a little unhappy. However, what he was more unhappy about was not the table, but the man at the front desk.
"Did you sell all the train tickets to those scalpers?" Britney shouted. Then, he leaned forward slightly and looked down at the man. His posture was simply the posture of an interrogating a criminal.
"I also …"
When Britney saw that the man wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it, he directly warned, "You'd better tell me the truth, or you'll suffer."
"I won't stop you because I'm a man of my word. Don't doubt me."
Britney's warning seemed to have some effect. The man muttered, "This is the task assigned by our manager. I don't know why the manager wants to sell the train tickets to those scalpers. According to him, it seems to be to make more money."
"Your manager?" Britney shouted. After being reminded by the man, he remembered the scene of talking to that bastard on the phone.
"Yes, yes, it's our manager. You just talked to him on the phone. You should know that his voice is that kind of magnetic voice. It's something that none of us can envy."
"Don't mention that bastard to me. If he really comes, I'll skin him alive." Britney said fiercely, his eyes filled with anger. At this moment, anyone could understand one thing: never provoke Britney.
"I'd better talk less, lest I die." The man at the front desk realized that he was in danger, so he kept silent about everything about the manager.
But at this time, the phone on the edge of the front desk suddenly rang. The man at the front desk looked at Britney with dry eyes. He didn't know whether to answer the phone or let the phone ring there.
"Whose phone is that?" Britney pointed to the old phone that was used in the 1980s and asked.
Because the phone was relatively old, the ringtone was even more unbearable. It was especially unpleasant. Britney almost covered her ears to be able to bear this kind of sound.
"Hurry up and answer the phone, hurry up!" Britney shouted.
Because Britney couldn't stand this sound, she could only choose to let the man at the front desk answer the phone. This was good news for the man at the front desk. Because the man at the front desk knew very well that the person who called was their manager.
Their phone from the 1980s had a very interesting setting.
As long as it was a call from a different person, it would have a different ringtone. Of course, the matching of this ringtone could be chosen according to one's own needs.
In order to ensure that he could answer the phone every time, the man at the front desk made the corresponding ringtone for the manager to be especially ear-piercing, especially unpleasant, South African jazz.
It was also helpful for him to do this. At least he could wake her up every time he slept. It was tried and tested!
"Hello, manager! What's the matter? "The man at the front desk asked after receiving the phone call.
In that second, Britney's eyes suddenly became sharp. She once again remembered that the person with the hoarse voice was a bastard, and a bastard who only knew how to call legal counsel. Britney felt her hands itch thinking about it. She had to teach the person a lesson.
"If that bastard comes to listen to the sales, I must let him taste the power of me not stopping you."
Britney secretly swore on the side, then jumped down from the table and came to the side of Jiangcheng.
"Is your body okay?" Britney asked. However, she knew that her question was just the usual way of asking about his health. It didn't have any substantial effect, and it was absolutely impossible to get a good answer.
"What do you think? I was just injured. How can I recover so quickly? " Jiang Cheng said helplessly. He looked at her with dry eyes. A few wrinkles suddenly appeared on his forehead. It seemed that the pain was happening again.
Seeing this, Britney said, "I just asked out of habit. You don't have to say that to me! Look at your old injury. It's getting more and more serious. I asked you to treat it earlier, but you didn't listen. Now, it's getting more and more difficult to treat. "
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