"We can wait outside for a bit; it's no big deal. Maybe they really are installing some imported lights," Wang Ming's friends laughed, trying to placate him.
But the more they did, the angrier Wang Ming became. "He's the master of the Longquan Grand Hotel today? Let me tell you, I'm the most honored guest at your hotel! Forget this stupid protocol. Even if your big boss, Lu Mingze, showed up, he'd have to bow and scrape before me! You're just a watchdog, and you dare to stop me from going in? Get your boss out here to see me, now!"
Wang Ming flung his arms around furiously, cursing at the hostess.
"Oh, Young Master Wang, what's the matter? Why so angry?" a voice suddenly called out.
A woman, the deputy general manager, approached with a smile. She wore a professional pencil skirt, striding confidently on long legs and flanked by more than twenty bodyguards in suits and sunglasses.
