Many years later, when facing the inspection of the central leaders, Huang Yaozhong would definitely remember this distant afternoon when Guo Dalu put his hand on his shoulder.

The oppression he felt at that time was unprecedented, and he felt like he was carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders, as if he was facing a terrifying force that could crush him at any time.

"What do you mean?" Huang Yaozhong trembled with rare words.

Guo Dalu did not answer positively, smiled with unknown meaning and said, "You understand."

At this time, Yang Saobei had already come over, his face looked ugly, and his tone was filled with anger, and he asked, "Boss Fan, what do you mean?"

After Yang Saobei asked this sentence, the domineering aura of a powerful man was pressed over, and those guests who faced this aura felt more or less a certain degree of pressure.

And the one who feels the deepest is naturally Boss Fan.

Boss Fan is Fan Anbo, the big boss of Puzhen Hotel. He just listened to Huang Yaozhong's suggestion and ordered the expulsion of Jacky Cheung.

However, Fan Anbo is such a versatile person. Faced with the situation in front of him, he immediately realized that this was the daily mutual confrontation between the two families of Box Yang, and he was accidentally used as a gun by Huang Yaozhong.

In Chuzhou, the confrontation between the two families of the Box Yang was a fight between gods, and it was definitely not something he, a five-star hotel owner, could mix with.

"Mr. Yang, there is a misunderstanding." Fan Anbo explained calmly, "This gentleman has some conflicts with Mr. Huang. I am afraid that they will have an unnecessary conflict later, so I asked the security guard to invite him next to me..."

"Please beside me?"

Before Fan Anbo finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by another voice, "Why don't you invite Mr. Huang to the side like that?"

Fan Anbo was about to answer the conversation, but turned to meet the speaker's eyes. His chest suddenly became stuffy, and his explanation was held in his throat and he couldn't say it.

The look was not very sharp, but when facing it, it seemed like it was insane, and all the words that were good at everything seemed to suddenly become pale and powerless, meaningless.

Fan Anbo stood there, speechless, but the guests around him were puzzled and secretly guessed the boy's identity. Why did he have such great energy? Just one glance and one sentence shocked Boss Fan to dare not speak?

"It seems that it was my fault..."

At this time, another person came over. Everyone turned around and found that it was a gentle and elegant young man. The young man was wearing a black suit and holding red wine in his hand. He walked slowly over, "Mr. Xiao Guo and Mr. Huang were invited by Mr. Yang. I asked them for advice because I had a private matter. I didn't expect that it would cause trouble for your hotel. If there is any problem, I'd better blame me."

Everyone looked at the young man and recognized his identity, and their hearts were already stormy. Even if they didn't know, they could calmly observe his demeanor and expression, and he could hold on to the sky, and they also vaguely realized that his identity was unusual. Who are present, who are not the human spirit who has seen countless people? This is still a little bit of vision.

As the representative of the organizer of the cocktail party, Fan Anbo naturally knew the identity of the young man.

An Maoxing, the second son of the An family, one of the four major families of "King Li Yan'an" in the capital, was a real river crossing dragon!

In front of him, Yang Saobei and Huang Yaozhong were both polite. What is Fan Anbo?

"Mr. An, you are so serious. It's a misunderstanding. I have explained to Mr. Yang." Fan Anbo hurriedly smiled.

Those who did not recognize An Maoxing next to him took a breath when they heard the name "Mr. An". On this occasion, the person who was politely called "Mr. An" by the host, thought with a stupid mind and guessed his identity.

So now the question is, with Mr. An’s status, he actually wants to ask the “Mr. Xiao Guo” for advice, who is Mr. Xiao Guo?

An Maoxing and Yang Saobei didn't speak, and looked at Guo Dalu. Fan Anbo immediately reacted, walked to Guo Dalu, bowed and apologized, "Mr. Xiao Guo, Mr. Huang, I'm sorry, this misunderstanding is all my fault and the hotel! Please don't remember the villain's past, and this store will give you a reasonable explanation later."

Guo Dalu turned around and looked at his uncle for comments: "Uncle?"

Jacky Wong was stunned, a little at a loss. At this point in his life, when facing such an occasion, a five-star boss sincerely apologized to himself, and a boss who dominated one side and another mysterious boss joined forces to stand up for him!

Such an experience is even more dreamy and brilliant than what he imagined.

"I'm fine..." Jacky Wong shook his head, "It's okay, it's a misunderstanding..." Jacky Wong was not a person who was arrogant, let alone in such occasions.

Guo Dalu nodded and smiled and said, "Then it's okay." As he said that, he turned to look at An Maoxing and Yang Saobei, and said, "Thank you both."

An Maoxing smiled and shook his head, Yang Saobei waved his hand and said, "Why are you polite?"

Guo Dalu didn't say much, said goodbye to them and took his uncle to leave the hotel.

With the exposure of An Maoxing's identity in the hotel, the pattern of the exchange meeting changed immediately. Many people were preparing to come forward to make friends with Mr. An or get familiar with him. Seeing this, Yang Saobei made a quick decision and politely blocked everyone and asked An Maoxing to return to the hotel room.

Huang Yaozhong, who came to his senses, felt like he fell into a deep pit. How did Guo Dalu also have something to do with An Maoxing?

"Then Mr. Xiao Guo is a Qigong master, right?"

After returning to his presidential suite, An Maoxing asked interestingly. He had just noticed Guo Dalu's behavior of repelling two bodyguards from the air. However, because the incident happened too suddenly and unreasonable, and the subsequent events have caused many people not to notice this detail.

"It's not just a Qigong master," Yang Saobei shook his head, "According to my adopted son who is a special forces instructor, Mr. Xiao Guo has real skills."

An Maoxing nodded and said, "You can see it." As the second son of the An family, he has seen some talented people like Guo Dalu, so he would not find it incredible. Instead, he has more confidence in curing his daughter's illness.

Afterwards, the two began to talk about the specific details of the project. After the storm just now, An Maoxing had given up on his investigation of Huang Yaozhong. Such things seemed to require caution, but in fact the result was just a matter of some people.

...

On the way to the station, Jacky Wong was silent all the way, and his mind seemed to be still digesting what happened in the hotel. When he arrived at the station, he suddenly turned around and asked Guo Dalu: "Dalu, how did you know those people?"

"Are you talking about Yang Saobei?"

"Including him."

"It's similar to Yuan Danqiu. In fact, I used folk remedies I saw in medical books to cure the strange disease for his son, and then I got to know him." Guo Daluodao.

Jacky Wong stared at his nephew for a while, and always felt something was wrong, but he didn't see any flaws. He was confused for a moment.

"Oh, those two bodyguards..."

Guo Dalu didn't seem to be listening to his uncle's words, walked into the ticket hall, looked up at the train schedule, and asked, "Uncle, what time can I buy for the ticket?"

Jacky Wong also raised his head and said, "Buy the nearest class."

"Okay." Guo Dalu went over to line up, but thought to himself: "There is a saying on the Internet that says, 'You are so timid, do your family know?' For me, my family really doesn't know... I can only wait until the time is right and then find a way to show off with them."
Chapter completed!