As evening fell, Qianxing Province Tongren Yichen Hotel.
"What? No presidential suites left? Do you know who I am?"
A middle-aged man in a tailcoat stood at the front desk, shouting arrogantly at the receptionist.
"Sir, I'm sorry, but there really are no presidential suites left!" The receptionist said, looking apologetically.
The middle-aged man shouted angrily, "How can a hotel this big not have any presidential suites? And you claim to be the largest commercial company of Flame Dragon, you're the largest joke!"
"What's up with that guy?"
"Yeah! This is Yichen Hotel. He dares to cause trouble here? Does he have a death wish?"
"He seems to have some backing, but can he be more important than Yichen?"
The guests in the lobby all looked at the man, with a playful expression in their eyes.
Ta ta ta!
