I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Do not misunderstand.

It definitely wasn't the door of 806 that was knocked on.

Not everyone gets the room number wrong.

"Bang bang bang... Did you hear me? Open the door right now!"

The commotion outside interrupted Fang Qing's attempt to call the police, and at the same time silenced the noise from the other side of the TV screen.

If I'm not mistaken.

It's probably because they smashed the door of room 808 next door.

Catch an adulterer?

It does not seem.

“Look—that young lioness is crouching in the shade of an acacia tree, her gaze fixed on the lame cub among the zebra herd three hundred meters away. This is her first hunting opportunity in three days, but success or failure hangs in the balance…”

Amidst the flickering lights of the television, Fang Qing and Jiang Chen exchanged a glance.

"I'll go out and see."

Boss Jiang got up from the bed decisively, much more nimbly than before.

really.

The Chinese people, who love watching excitement all their lives.

He tightened his belt, no longer feeling embarrassed, and quickly walked to the door, turned the doorknob, and opened the door a crack.

After glancing outside, he immediately closed the door, turned back, and mouthed something to Qinggege on the bed.

"police--"

That's right.

Several police officers were standing in the corridor outside, surrounding the door of room 808 next door. They looked serious and cold, and their imposing manner made people worry for the guests inside room 808.

Seeing him standing at the door, sneaking around and peeping, Fang Qing, who had just been so angry she was about to call the police, burst out laughing again.
woman.

She's really unpredictable.

"What catches your eyes."

She asked him to come back.

"Take a look."

I made the right choice coming to this hotel tonight! The show is going on and on. Although the room rate is definitely higher than usual because of the concert, it's worth it.

Since it was so noisy outside and he couldn't sleep, Boss Jiang opened the door again, intending to watch the show, only to be caught red-handed by the sharp-eyed police officers.

"Did you call the police?"

A man wearing a hat immediately shouted at him.

and many more.

what's the situation?
Did you call the police yourself?
Yes.

I've considered calling the police, but that's Qing Gege, and I haven't taken any action yet.

When questioned by the police, Jiang Chen could only come out of the room and deny it, saying, "No."

Since it was a different area, these police officers were definitely not the same ones who were on the subway today. Seeing that Mr. Jiang was not the one who reported the incident, they didn't say anything more.

"Bang bang bang..."

They've started banging on the door again.

Mr. Jiang stood by and observed, and roughly understood what was going on.

He and Fang Qing weren't the only ones bothered by 808 tonight; there were neighbors next door too.

As expected, it was probably 809 that called the police, no, it should be 810.

"Open the door."

Seeing that the people inside were not cooperating, the police officers gave instructions to the hotel staff who had come with them.

The hotel staff also looked frustrated. Which hotel wouldn't be annoyed by this? While pulling out their room key, they innocently explained, "It really has nothing to do with us; it was entirely the guest's personal behavior..."

"Open the door."

The police officer had no interest in listening to his rambling at that moment.

"Ding."

The door was swung open.

The police officers immediately pushed open the door and rushed in.

When staying in a hotel, you really should lock the door.

Jiang Chen didn't follow them inside. As an uninvolved bystander, he could watch the show, but it was necessary to maintain boundaries. Shouts, arguments, and all sorts of noises mingled together. Even standing in the corridor, Jiang Chen could roughly guess what was happening inside 808.

at last.

There was a commotion in the next room. The door to room 810 opened, and a middle-aged man with a bald head—no, signs of balding, and who looked somewhat like a programmer—peeked out and looked around. His eyes met those of Boss Jiang.

Mr. Jiang gave a friendly smile.

After all, they did help them out.

The resident of 8107 did not respond to Mr. Jiang's polite behavior. Instead, he quickly retreated into his room with a "bang" and slammed the door shut.

Not everyone who does a good deed wants to leave their name.

Maybe they weren't trying to uphold justice; they just wanted a good night's sleep.

Okay.

Now Boss Jiang is all alone again.

During this time, Qinggege walked to the door, but because she was wearing a bathrobe, she didn't come out. Instead, she leaned against the door and called out.

"What catches your eyes."

They're both acting suspiciously.

"immediately."

Mr. Jiang is a man of his word. He gestured for Qingmei to go back and lie down first. He stood in the corridor and waited for more than ten minutes before the police officers who had been on duty late at night finally came out of room 808 again.

Ok.

There are two more people.

The girl was naturally the one he had met and chatted with in the corridor earlier, but she was not so "radiant" now. Like a withered flower, she was dressed neatly, but looked listless, panicked, and even unsteady on her feet. Her eye-catching long legs, encased in high-waisted jeans, trembled slightly.

I guess they're a newbie.

This judgment is based on evidence.

How could an elderly person get the address wrong, and make such a commotion while working?

At the same time, their mental fortitude certainly wouldn't be that bad.

of course.

Jiang Chen hadn't waited this long to see a beautiful woman. He glanced at the girl, then his gaze quickly fell on the man who also looked unwell.

Ok.

He was quite muscular, with thick biceps that suggested he was a regular at the gym, so it seemed the girl wasn't intentionally making such a loud noise.

However, this guy has very dark skin, and doesn't resemble him at all.

"Thank you for your hard work, officers."

Even though I didn't call the police myself, it still helped me resolve my troubles, so I should still express my gratitude.

What does it mean to say that a kind word can warm the heart for three winter months?

Hearing this, the police officers on duty in the middle of the night felt a little warmer. They didn't mind Mr. Jiang's behavior of watching the commotion and nodded.

"Go back and rest."

Police and people are one family.

"You son of a bitch! I'll fuck your god!"

Just as this scene was filled with perfect harmony and positive energy, discordant curses ripped through the screen.

It turns out it was that black guy.

He glared fiercely at Jiang Chen. If the police hadn't been holding him back, he probably would have rushed up and fought Jiang Chen to the death.

Obvious.

He misunderstood.

His curses startled the distraught girl, who looked up in a daze and saw Jiang Chen standing beside her. Her pupils trembled, and her dull eyes suddenly brightened.

"You... are despicable!"

There's a reason why the residents of 810 didn't come out to watch the commotion.

Mr. Jiang couldn't help but touch his nose.

He didn't care about being insulted by that black guy, but this girl...

It hasn't been long since then. We met here before, and we were very polite to each other, weren't we?
"Behave yourselves! What kind of people are you? What kind of dirty deeds have you done? You still have the nerve to insult others? Let me tell you, we will notify your families, partners, and workplaces..."

The police officer reprimanded them sternly, escorting the two past Boss Jiang, who had been framed, and gradually walked away. (End of Chapter)