Yang Que went to the five-star hotel in Tiandu, while Qiao Si went to the local car rental store to rent a car.

According to Yang Que, it is more convenient to have cars and drivers here.

In front of Qiao Si, Yang Que was of course not interested in showing off, revealing that he carried two cars with him and a professional driver.

Qiao Si didn't seem to call the driver over, and he drove very steadily by himself.

When he walked into the lobby of Tiandu Hotel and arrived at the front desk, Yang Que took out his cell phone and pulled out the photo of his parents taking a photo and asked, "Is this couple living here about half a month ago?"

The front desk looked at Yang Que with a strange look: "Sir, who are you?"

"I am their son. They are missing. Haven't there any police officers who have come to investigate?" Yang Que asked.

"Ah, sorry sir, I don't know much about this. What is your parents' name? I can help you see if there is any record." The front desk said.

"Yang Wushuang, Shen Qingyue." Yang Que said.

The front desk lowered his head and operated the computer and checked it and said, "Well, they did have check-in records."

"Which room?" Yang Que asked.

"this……"

"Is the presidential suite?" Yang Que asked.

His parents would not treat their own nature badly. The idea was to make money and spend it. Otherwise, they would not have started to enjoy their life a few years before retirement.

"..." The front desk was silent for a while, and didn't know how to answer.

According to the regulations, she was not able to disclose customer information. The room was in, but it was indeed the presidential suite, and she lived directly for seven days.

"It seems yes." Yang Que said to himself, "Can I go and have a look? Forget it, is there anyone living there now? If not, book for one night."

“…”

The front desk was speechless. Are you rich people like this? Can you still talk well?

"Okay, sir, ID card, this is for you." The front desk exhaled a light breath and showed a sweet and professional smile.

It’s all fake that a domineering president falls in love with me! There is a living existence in front of me, and no one else bullies others with power.

But the attitude of having money can do whatever you want suddenly makes people feel what the gap between the rich and the poor is.

A feeling of depression is indescribable.

After checking in, Yang Que asked: "Have anyone else stayed in the room since they checked out?"

The front desk shook his head: "It should be nowhere to be seen when reading the records."

Has anyone lived in this so much that it is not privacy?

And even if it is a little more private question, people are all guests, and they want to ask about their own parents, so they can't say it.

For example, when did they check out?

In fact, it was time to check in automatically. Another person on duty was the front desk.

Because Yang Que had something to ask, he simply asked the manager and another front desk to listen to their narrative and roughly know the situation before and after.

His parents checked in on October 10th and checked out automatically until the 17th.

There was no one there when checking out, the room was in a mess, the suitcase was opened, the clothes were thrown on the ground.

Because we couldn't contact Yang Wushuang and his wife, the time was up again, and the hotel arranged for the cleaning lady to pack up her luggage first.

During the whole process, video will be recorded from multiple angles to avoid unnecessary disputes.

"So are your luggage still there now?" Yang Que asked.

"It's still here. Some time ago, someone said that this was his boss's thing and wanted to take it back, but there was no proof, so we didn't give it to it." The manager said, looking at Yang Que.

While proving that the hotel has no mistakes and made mistakes, Yang Que at least has to prove the relationship between the two parties before he can give him luggage.

It was the first time that Yang Que encountered a situation where "I need to prove that my dad is my dad and my mom is my mom". It cannot be said that the hotel is wrong, this is a manifestation of responsibility.

Otherwise, if you can take away other people's luggage by just one person, that's irresponsible.

But nowadays, most people don’t bring their household registration books when traveling.

Moreover, Yang Que remembered that his household registration had been independent, and his household registration book seemed to be the only one.

"I can't check out those luggage, right?"

"This...sorry." The manager apologized sincerely and refused to let him go.

"Okay, have anyone else been living in the suite during this period?" Yang Que asked again.

"There is no way to look at the records."

The presidential suite is actually more gimmick than practical significance in hotels. If it weren't for enjoying the supporting services, Yang Que's parents would probably not live there.

"Yeah." Yang Que nodded and was about to go to the room. He didn't know what he thought of, but he stopped when he raised his feet, "Has no police officer ever been checked?"

The manager shook his head very decisively: "No."

The front desk may not know about this kind of thing because of shifts and the fact that he did not hear gossip from his colleagues.

But the manager didn't know that he was dereliction of duty.

Yang Que nodded and walked towards the elevator. At this time, Qiao Si rushed from outside.

The manager had an impression of Qiao Si and said to Yang Que: "It was this person who came to ask for luggage at that time."

"Oh." Yang Que nodded, "He is my father's secretary. Do you need to register to get in?"

The manager hesitated and said, "No, if you need to spend the night..."

"Well, I won't spend the night." Yang Que called Qiao Si over and took the elevator by swiping his card.

"Mr. Que, have you found out anything?" Qiao Si wiped the sweat from his forehead. Now it was actually a little cold if he didn't wear a coat at night.

However, Qiao Si still made himself sweat.

"They said no police officers came to the hotel to investigate." Yang Que said.

Qiao Si showed an indignant look: "I knew it was like this. The local people didn't care at all, so I asked Mr. Yang's friends for help."

"Oh." Yang Que responded, looking a little confused and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Young Master Que, don't worry, I think..." Qiao Si was about to comfort him.

Yang Que's cell phone suddenly rang out. He took it out and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

Instinctively, Yang Que paused his finger and answered the phone.

"Your parents are in my hands." As soon as it was connected, a slightly sharp sound came from the other side, and there were some sizzling noises.

What voice change software should be used.

"Yeah." Yang Que responded, without saying anything else.

There was a sudden embarrassing silence. After almost half a minute, he said viciously: "Prepare ten million... no, one hundred million! All of them are not connected to the old money! Otherwise, I will wait to collect the body of your parents!"

"I need time." Yang Que acted calmly.

"How long will it take?"

"It's half a month." Yang Que said.

"Aren't your family very rich? It takes so long to prepare for 100 million?"

"There is not much cash, it's all investment and real estate. It takes time to get rid of it, not to mention that you also need old notes that don't connect to the numbers." Yang Que said, "If you ask for a lower price, I can prepare it quickly."

"No, it costs 100 million!" The voice was decisive.

Then, a noise sounded, as if there was something being discussed there.

"Give you a week, prepare ten million first! The old notes of non-connected numbers, otherwise we will chop off your hands and feet and give them to you."

"Yes, but I want to make sure their safety first." Yang Que said.

While talking, the elevator also came to the floor. Yang Que said as he walked to the door of the room to swipe the card and push the door open and enter.

That calm attitude didn't seem to be negotiating with the kidnappers at all.
Chapter completed!