Chapter 165 Surrounded at the Hotel

After saying this, the two of them started walking around the room, looking for a handy tool.

Qiao Changcai casually picked up a separate sofa and moved it to block the doorway.

Karen Mok simply dismantled a wooden coat rack by the door.

The clothes rack was about two meters tall. She removed a few wooden posts from the rack, picked out the longer ones, and took two each with Qiao Changcai, waving them around in her hands.

Yan Liti didn't waste any words. Holding Qiao Qiao in her arms, she got up and went back to a room, picked up the phone and started making a call.

Qiao Qiao remained silent. Even if she wasn't there, she could sense the commotion outside through her spiritual power.

Through her keen senses, she clearly saw everything outside the door.

The short, fat man who had caused them trouble on the rooftop earlier stood at the front with a fierce look on his face, holding a machete that was about 20 or 30 centimeters long. He was banging on the door and shouting.

"Open the door! Open the door! If you don't open the door, don't blame me for breaking it down."

Fourteen people followed behind him.

They were all dressed like him, looking like hooligans, and they were carrying iron bars, machetes, or wooden sticks with thick ends studded with countless iron nails.

These people all blocked the entrance, almost completely obstructing the corridor.

Yan Liti held Qiao Qiao in her arms and sat on the edge of the bed. She first called the hotel reception and scolded them for letting people up.

"Guest, this... we can't stop them."

“Those people…we can’t do anything about them, sir. Do you see if you can find some locals, preferably some influential ones, and get in touch with them…”

The receptionist sounded very hesitant.

He wasn't lying about that either.

They really couldn't do anything about these people.

On the contrary, in order to do business safely and for a long time, it is necessary to win over these people.

The hotel not only has to pay a certain amount of protection money every year, but it also has to unconditionally open its rooftop entertainment area to them during specific periods.

This explains why the short, stout man, who was a local and didn't stay at a hotel, could move freely on the rooftop.

Yan Liti never expected that the front desk staff would give her such a reply.

However, hearing the difficulty in the other person's tone, she knew that continuing to contact them was pointless.

After hanging up the phone, she called the local police station to report the incident.

The response this time was normal, and the operator said they would send someone over immediately.

But Yan Liti was still worried, so she made another urgent call to Shen Qingyan's pager.

Less than three minutes later, Shen Qingyan called back.

Upon hearing Yan Liti's description, Shen Qingyan's expression instantly turned ugly.

Qiao Changdong, who had come along because he was worried that something had happened to Qiao Qiao, knew that it was Yan Liti who had made the pager call. He saw that Qiao Qiao's expression had changed.

He immediately asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Shen Qingyan briefly recounted what Yan Liti had just said.

Qiao Changdong's expression also turned urgent. He grabbed him and ran outside, saying, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go!"

Shen Qingyan glanced at the examination room not far away: "You continue here..."

"No, no, no, I'll go with you, I'll go with you. My sister can stay here with me."

Grandma Qiao and their test results are out.

Grandma Qiao's condition is indeed somewhat unusual.

In such cases, a follow-up examination is usually required at a higher-level hospital. Shen Qingyan used his connections to take them to the Armed Police General Hospital in Baoyi City.

This is why they haven't returned to the hotel even though it's almost noon.

Seeing this, Shen Qingyan didn't waste any words. After Qiao Changdong went to tell Qiao Xiaoyun about the situation, the two of them immediately rushed from the hospital to the hotel.

Meanwhile, at the hotel...

The lobby manager arrived on the fourth floor with several security guards. When he saw a group of thugs with various weapons blocking the doorway with menacing expressions, his brow twitched.

To be honest, he really hated this group of people.

His boss wasn't a local; in order to open this hotel in this area, he paid a lot of protection money to the local thugs.

Even the hotel's top floor is open to these people for free when there aren't many guests.

This will naturally lead to conflict between the guests and these people.

In the end, most customers paid money to avoid trouble.

This has led to the business getting worse and worse.

Last October, their boss had already posted a notice announcing his intention to sell the hotel.

However, more than two months have passed, and no one has asked about it yet.

Their boss plans to close the shop after the peak season of Chinese New Year this year.

Because business was bad, and they still had to pay protection money to these people, they were simply not making ends meet.

This also means that he will lose his job.

He also knew why other owners were unwilling to take over the hotel.

What was that saying again?

Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake.

Even though most of the guests staying here are wealthy people.

However, on someone else's turf, money is often less useful than power.

However, this is the first time that things have escalated to such a large scale.

The lobby manager couldn't help but recall some rumors he had heard before, that his boss was going to sell the hotel, and the big brother that this rascal was following was interested in buying it.

However, after several rounds of negotiations, the two sides could not reach an agreement on the price, as the other party offered a price that was two-thirds lower than the market price.

Now it seems that Sang Gou's actions were most likely a deliberate act to force his older brother to lower the price of the hotel.

The lobby manager's eyelids twitched as he watched the group of people blocking the doorway, looking ready to break it down at any moment.

He was cursing under his breath.

He personally received Yan Liti and Shen Qingyan when they visited the store last time. Although he couldn't tell what their military rank or position was, he knew they were definitely not people to be trifled with.

These two groups clashed, and damn it. It drove him to despair.

It was just despair.

The lobby manager, still smiling, led a few security guards over.

He gestured to several security guards to block the door and prevent the group from directly touching it.

He greeted someone, "Brother Shang, what brings you here?"

Sang Gou, whose real name is Shang Biao.

The locals call him "the Lost Dog".

It's because when he goes crazy, he barks and bites like a mad dog.

The lobby manager naturally couldn't call someone a "loser dog".

If he bites him, he'll have to get several rabies shots.

"Hey, Xiao Wu's here. Come on over. You've come at the right time. I don't want to kick down your hotel door, so you won't come complaining to my brother later that the tea fee was wasted."

Upon seeing the lobby manager approach, Shang Biao immediately pointed to the still-closed door behind him, displaying an air of magnanimity that he wouldn't make things difficult for him as long as the manager opened the door for him.