Chapter 332 They are all celebrities
There was a long silence.

Wang Deming quietly drank black coffee without sugar or milk, observing the various things in the hotel.

Seeing the men and women who came here to drink afternoon tea, he seemed to be in a trance and returned to his previous life. But it was a little different. In fact, it was more like the wealthy families in old movies before the liberation, such as "Golden Fan Family".

"Hanxiang?"

A petite woman wearing a cheongsam and with a handbag hanging from her wrist, who looked a bit like Tian Xianma, suddenly appeared at their table. She first looked at Wang Deming in confusion, and then woke up Li Hanxiang.

"Lin Dai? Are you back from studying in the United States?"

"Well, I've been back for a while. I just happened to come here today to take a look and have afternoon tea. Who is this?"

Wang Deming cooperated and nodded at Lin Dai with a smile.

Next to Lin Dai was a middle-aged man wearing a suit and tie, with a slicked-back face and pretending to be young. He suddenly started to speak ill of Wang Deming, thinking that he couldn't understand him, so he said in Cantonese: "Lin Dai, you can tell from the clothes he's wearing that he's a poor guy from the north! What are you still asking? You can tell at a glance that he's a scumbag!"

“.”Fuck!
I was actually looked down upon? Screw you! Wang Deming immediately got angry and suddenly stood up and slapped him in the face!
"Ah!" Like a little girl being raped, the slick-haired, powdered-faced man, about 27 or 8, covered his face with his hands, his eyes wide open in disbelief, and pointed at Wang Deming: "How dare you hit someone?"

There was suddenly chaos in the lobby on the second floor.

Wang Deming sneered and took a few steps forward, then slapped him again, knocking him to the ground.

"what are you doing?"

Ms. Lin Dai immediately stood in front of the middle-aged man with her arms wide open, like an old hen protecting her chicks.

"Hey, hey?" Things developed too quickly. Li Hanxiang hadn't reacted yet. He quickly stopped in front of Wang Deming and asked, "What's going on? Is there any misunderstanding?"

Wang Deming glanced at Li Hanxiang coldly, which frightened the latter so much that he stepped back. However, Lin Dai still stood firm and continued to stop him.

Wang Deming would never hit a woman. He looked down at the middle-aged man who had fallen to the ground and said coldly, "Has anyone ever told you that when you meet someone from the north, you should at least show the most basic courtesy?"

"What's the matter? Have you never been hit by peanuts? That's why you don't learn your lesson!"

"No matter what, you can't hit people! How can you be so rude!" Lin Dai screamed.

"Rude? Isn't it rude to say something hurtful? What? Does my clothing bother you? You think I don't understand Cantonese?"

At this time, the hotel manager, wearing a black suit, white shirt, black bow tie, and sleek hair, trotted over. After a quick glance, he immediately said to Wang Deming righteously: "Sir, this is a high-end place, you are not welcome!"

"Please leave immediately! Otherwise we will call the police!"

Wang Deming looked at him coldly, "Who is the boss here? Ask him to come and see me, or you can ask Hong Kong's British Foreign Secretary Macmillan to come and see me!"

When this was said, everyone was shocked.
The hotel manager felt his calves trembling and swallowed hard: "Sir, don't be ridiculous!"

"Are you kidding?" Wang Deming raised his hand and looked at his watch without even raising his eyelids: "Does this building belong to Landmark? Either ask your boss to come over, or ask the head of Landmark to come over."

The middle-aged man finally got up from the ground and suddenly shouted in Mandarin: "Lao Yang, call the police immediately! Why are you afraid of him pretending? He is either this or that big shot! If he was really that powerful, he would have liberated this place long ago!"

"I'm telling you, we've already received accurate information that England is planning to deploy Little Boy in Singapore, ready to give you a head-on blow!"

"This is Hong Kong, not the north. Let's see if you dare to be so arrogant!" "Oh," Wang Deming stretched out his voice, "No wonder. I guess you don't consider yourself Chinese anymore, so you are looking forward to the British throwing a fat boy at our heads, right?"

"If the Chief of Staff Mountbatten and the Secretary of Defense Wilson said this, they would still be able to stand up. You are nothing!"

"Your last name is Yang, right?" Wang Deming sat back leisurely, crossing his legs. "Go, go find the police now. Oh, and don't call the policemen down there. They don't know me."

The lobby manager named Yang was in a dilemma for a moment.

The names Wang Deming just mentioned are all a small group of top figures in Hong Kong. He welcomes and sees off these people every day. It is better to believe it than not. What if?
And why is this guest in a Zhongshan suit so confident? The most important thing is that the watch on the other party's hand, he just glanced at it, is a Patek Philippe
Not many people in Hong Kong can afford this watch.

Li Hanxiang suddenly appeared again and advised Lin Dai: "Little Lin Dai, it's no wonder that my friend is angry. The Fifth Young Master was indeed not thoughtful in what he said just now."

"Oh" I was startled, Wang Deming said leisurely: "No wonder you are so powerful. All right, whether it is the white or black world, it's up to you. You are lucky today, otherwise I am wearing this outfit..."

As he spoke, he glanced at the Fifth Young Master.

The latter was so scared that he immediately hid behind Lin Dai.

The hall on the second floor suddenly "buzzed", and most of the voices were laughing at the Fifth Young Master.

"I tell you, power cannot suppress justice! My father's surname is Cheng. Believe it or not, I can call my father and have him report you to the higher authorities and deal with you!" Lin Dai still refused to admit defeat and threatened Wang Deming angrily.

"Oh, someone from the party?" Wang Deming was shocked.

"no."

"Oh, me neither."

Suddenly, Lin Dai and Wang Deming looked at each other.

"Ahem!" Wang Deming felt a little embarrassed to be stared at by such a beautiful woman for a long time, and hurriedly urged the lobby manager, "Go make a phone call and ask my driver to pick me up. The phone number is 566666."

Then he joked with Li Hanxiang: "Would you like to take a Mercedes-Benz that won't break down on the way? Where are you going later? I'll ask the driver to take you first."

"Ah," Mr. Li Heizi was a little dumbfounded, "No, you really have a car?"

"Why?" Wang Deming suddenly switched to Cantonese: "Can't I just think this dress is nice and like to wear it?"

"Or is it that here in Hong Kong, people are used to judging people by their appearance?"

"Uh"

After a while, Manager Yang came back from making a phone call. He whispered a few words to the Fifth Young Master, then came over, bent over, and said respectfully to Wang Deming, "Boss Wang, your driver will be here soon. He also asked how many cars you need. I asked for two for you."

"Didn't you just say you wanted to send Director Li off?"

"Hmm?" Is Li Hanxiang the director now?

Wang Deming smiled and asked, "Director Li?"

　Does anyone know Lin Dai? It's too positive. The plot about the little British boy was deleted.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)