Rebirth of the fighting nation's rich second generation

Vladimir successfully acquired the Imperial Hotel, but he did not expect to be directly threatened by terrorists, which completely surprised Nikolai and Boris.

Especially Nicholas, there is a feeling that God is beginning to favor him.

"Thank God, I didn't expect Vladimir to lose so quickly." Nicholas felt that the probability of this good news happening was even lower than his probability of winning the Mark Six lottery.

&nbbc TV station's continuous reports made him furious. He didn't expect that the public relations crisis would be resolved so skillfully by Vladimir.

When he learned in advance that the police required everyone in the Imperial Hotel to move out, he once again felt that God was favoring him again.

Once Vladimir moves out of the Imperial Hotel, Nicholas can guarantee that he will definitely have a way to blacken Vladimir.

Nicola waits and sees;

The people he arranged were waiting outside the Imperial Hotel eagerly waiting for the moment when Vladimir left the Imperial Hotel.

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As soon as the police arrived at the hotel, they posted a notice to move out within a time limit.

In the entire building, except for the necessary service personnel, all residents and hotel tourists left the Imperial Hotel before [-] pm.

When they drove out of the underground parking lot, countless lurking cameras and cameras were shooting at the target...

Strong TV stations such as &nbbc TV station even directly broadcast live on the spot.

However, no matter what method they used, they never waited for the appearance of Vladimir, the owner of the hotel.

The reporter of the Moon News suddenly realized that Vladimir had probably already left the Imperial Hotel, and it would definitely be meaningless to stay there.

This reporter's conscience is not that high. After thinking about it, he decided to go back and concoct an article titled "The rich second generation after the show moved out of the Imperial Hotel ahead of time without conscience" to strongly criticize this rich second generation from Maoziguo.

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The police made Vladimir and all the residents inside have to move out of the Imperial Hotel within the same day, which made Vladimir very dissatisfied.

"No, Officer Cheryl, I said that I will live and die with the Imperial Hotel, and I will never move out of the hotel." Vladimir knew that the long guns and short guns of various media reporters outside had already aimed at the hotel. The gate, once he moved out, it might be another sensational news.

The image that has been established with great difficulty may disappear all of a sudden.

"Mr. Vladimir, we are doing this for your own good. You have to move out. I hope you can understand." Cheryl said with a straight face.

"According to the law, I think I have the right to dispose of my property." Vladimir's attitude was very firm.

Cheryl didn't expect Vladimir to be very tough, and even brought out legal documents.

At this time, Pete also spoke after being silent for a while, "Mr. Vladimir, you are acting selfishly. Since our police let you move out, we must have our own way. Do you think that if something happens, you Can you take this responsibility?"

"Life and death are up to me, I can bear it."

In Ying Country, private property is protected by law. Although the police station has issued an order to move out within a time limit, as long as Vladimir does not implement it, the police will have nothing to do with him.

"You are a rich second generation, your life is probably precious." Pete said with a strange expression on his face.

Vladimir retorted unceremoniously, "Officer Pete, you are actually wrong. Many places in this world are full of injustice, but only life and death are the most equal."

Pete couldn't get used to these rich foreign people, so he couldn't find any room to fight back after being refuted by Vladimir.

Pete, who felt ashamed, said viciously, "Vladimir, if you were really killed by the bomb, I think you deserve it."

Vladimir said with a gloomy face, "Officer Pete, if I am killed, I don't want you to come to my funeral, because I think you are a shit-stirring stick."

When Pete heard this, his face turned pale with anger. If he didn't know that there were media reporters lurking in an unknown place next to him, he vowed to beat this rich second generation absolutely.

Seeing that the two were arguing, Cheryl sighed softly and got up, "Well, Mr. Vladimir, if you really don't plan to move out, I hope you sign the waiver agreement .”

Wladimir didn't hesitate to put his name on the waiver.

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This night, the Imperial Hotel was even more deserted than before. Vladimir thought about it in his heart. The security, waiters, cleaning staff, kitchen, including the police, him and his two bodyguards in the whole building would definitely not add up. More than 60 people.

Although the restaurant is closed, the restaurant on the 88th floor is still open for their NO.60 people.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Vladimir brought Vasily and Viktor to the restaurant.

As it happened, Cheryl, Pete, and several plainclothes policemen were eating there.

Vladimir clicked casually and sat down.

Although he was a little unhappy before, Vladimir still has full respect for these policemen. The policemen who dared to stay at the Imperial Hotel at this time must have considered various consequences.

When Pete saw him coming, he couldn't help turning his head to one side.

Vladimir was a little embarrassed, and gave Vasily a wink, and Vasily soon sent several bottles of fine wine collection.

"You have worked hard, please have a drink."

Unexpectedly, Cheryl shook her head, "Mr. Vladimir, we appreciate your kindness. We are on a mission now, and drinking is not allowed."

"So that's it. I will continue to treasure these bottles of wine, and I will invite you again when the seal is unsealed."

"Thank you for the good wine, we ordinary people can't afford it." Pete continued with a strange look on his face.

Vladimir smiled awkwardly again, but he stopped arguing with Pete.

After dinner, accompanied by bodyguards, Vladimir returned to his apartment on the 95th floor.

Standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling glass, Vladimir didn't care to look at the brightly lit London city at all. These bright lights were nothing more than a light to him, and soon he fell into deep thought.

If it was said that Caroline's report made him and the Imperial Hotel very prosperous, but apart from gaining fame and increased exposure, he seemed to have nothing else to gain.

He knew very well that as long as the Imperial Hotel was closed for one day, his losses would be calculated in millions or even tens of millions.

In the Philippines, he was assassinated by militants, and he could take revenge on the spot; but now he is threatened by terrorists thousands of miles away, but there is nothing he can do.

Is it possible to just sit and wait to die like this?Obediently wait to die?

For a while, Vladimir felt that the pressure was too great.