Chapter 287
"Which department do you belong to ?" Tang Zheng asked the attendant.
He is dressed in an exquisite tuxedo and looks expensive. Instead, the attendant at the door was a little nervous.
"I'm the new supervisor, I'm discussing something with Mr. Smith." Tang Zheng took out a ID card, swung it around in front of the attendant, and took it back.
The attendant did not see clearly, but in any case did not dare to say, "Please let me check your work permit again."
"It's not clever at all, you don't need to use it for work tomorrow." Tang Zheng gave him a cold look, paused.
I added immediately.
"No, you can go now."
"Ah...this...I..."
"You want me to contact Your boss, let him be fired with you?" Tang Zheng's eyes are sharp, at least in the imposing manner, he is very much like an official.
Serve a group of ordinary people, see Tang Zheng imposing manner bullying, how can you withstand this kind of intimidation.
moved towards Tang Zheng leaned back slightly, and quickly left, returned to the working room, and handed the work to another supervisor.
"A little thing can't be done well. I have long felt that this newcomer can't do it, and I don't know which master I offended." , Took the key he put on the table again, and walked towards Smith's lounge.
At the same time, Tang Zheng opened the door and entered.
Five minutes later, he walked out of the room again, looked around, and after confirming that no one was there, he sorted out his clothes, put on the black top hat, and walked away quickly.
Two hours later, the new attendant who noticed something was wrong, knocked on the door of the room and asked for a few times. After not getting a reply, he opened the door of the lounge with the key.
Immediately, look pale rushed out and shouted.
"Call the police! Mr. Smith died in the lounge!!!"
The screams attracted the Chief-In-Charge of the Opera House.
Under the continuous questioning of Chief-In-Charge, he squatted.
"Yes, I am responsible for Mr. Smith... No... I did not kill it! I am not the waiter in charge of Mr. Smith tonight... That waiter offended a certain master and was fired "
"...Yes...That's right...Before Mr. Smith's accident...I was indeed at the door of the room, but it really wasn't me...Boss, listen to me Explain..."
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Into the night.
Tang Zheng leaned on the fat feather pillow, with one hand on the back of his head, and the other hand opened the light curtain.
Venice Hotel is the most upscale hotel in the civilized hub city. It takes 1,000 virtual coins to settle in one night.
But the service provided is indeed very good.
Simmered stewed steak potatoes, hot chocolate milk with a mellow and unique taste, light white bedding, made of high-end animal feathers.
This hotel also has a central air supply system, which is operated alternately by several workers throughout the night. The clean night breeze from the outdoors is pumped into each room through a hand-cranked mechanical shaft.
While isolating mosquitoes, you can breathe fresh air freely and a breeze suitable for sleep.
"It's great to have money." Tang Zheng sighed slightly.
Lan Lan fell asleep on another bed early, tapping his fingertips on the light curtain several times.
After finding the id of the prophet, some important and sensitive evidence was traded in the past.
Soon, that hair came with a sign requesting a call.
As soon as Tang Zheng answered, he heard Lin Xian's incredible yelling.
"Very low-key, where did you come from? My mother... I really didn't expect someone in the cabinet to collude secretly in the fourth district!! A series of overviews in the city! Tell Smith, and then relay it from his mouth! The purpose of this is to prevent some light curtains from intercepting innate talent players and intercepting confidential conversations..."
"Shh." Tang Zheng Lan Lan glanced lightly at the sleeping Lan Lan, and said in silence.
"I'm sorry...I'm so excited." Lin Xian lowered his voice: "As long as these powerful evidences are released, all these cabinets will have to be replaced by a group of people! I don't need to do anything, face to face. For this kind of traitor, the people in the city will spontaneously put pressure on them!"
"Change a group of people?" Tang Zheng chuckled and shook his head, "No, don't you think about it." , To be in power alone?"
At first, Tang Zheng gave up the position of City Lord. One was that he found it troublesome and didn't have enough time to develop his own civilization, so he went to manage the city?
Compared to being in power, Tang Zheng prefers being alone.
The second one is that he believes that the prophet has convincing power and should be able to take care of city well.
But it was only today that he learned that the City Lord Mansion still has ten cabinets, and they have the most important decision-making power.
The power of Lin Xian, the City Lord, is almost emptied.
"But I..." Lin Xian was ashamed and embarrassed: "Low-key, I might really not be suitable to be the City Lord."
"No, you are quite good. Isn’t the recent development of Civilization Hub City very fast? I believe this is related to a series of policies in the city."
When it comes to this, Lin Xian finally has some confidence.
In recent days, the city's development policies are indeed all made by him.
The rest of the clubs only want power, but they don’t care about urban development and people’s lives. For this type of urban planning proposal, almost all of them have a rough glance, and then unanimously approved.
"Okay...I'll try again!" After receiving approval, Lin Xian's tone regained his confidence.
"Don't be soft-hearted, now it's not the society where you and I lived before. When necessary, you can use your military power. You should understand the principle of killing the chicken to warn the monkey?" Tang Zheng slightly He raised his mouth and turned off the light curtain.
Today all the things to be done are completed, pulling the fluffy soft feather quilt, broken sleep!
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The next day, in the morning.
The Beicheng District of the civilized hub city.
Many pedestrians passing by, or people in residential buildings on the roadside, crane their necks and look at the entrance of the city gate.
There was a large number of people standing in the dark, and judged by naked eye, the number was at least tens of thousands.
"Is this going to fight? How come so many people have been assembled." Someone asked.
"I don't know...but I have heard the wind about the invasion of the four districts."
"Is the person in front low-key? It looks a bit like... …"
While passers-by were talking, Lin Xian was already holding a loudspeaker and standing in front of them loudly said.