Yang Bei's face was extremely pale, as if he had lost too much blood.
Song Qingci was startled: "What happened to you? Were you injured when you were fighting with the gangsters?"
The two of them had known each other for the rest of their lives, but Yang Bei sacrificed his life to save him. He was considered her benefactor after all. If he really died, she would have to feel guilty for the rest of her life.
Yang Bei shook his head with difficulty, unable to speak.
Song Qingci's expression changed drastically, she quickly parked the car and went around to the back seat to check on him.
At first she thought Yang Bei had a fever, after all, he was terribly wet. But he wasn't hot at all, instead he was as cold as a corpse.
If he hadn't still had a heartbeat, Song Qingci would have been frightened to death.
"Hold on, I'll take you to the hospital!"
Song Qingci was also frightened, but she heard Yang Bei mutter something.
But because the business volume was too low, Song Qingci couldn't hear clearly. She frowned and bent over to listen.
"It's no use going to the hospital. Hot water. I need a hot bath."
Yang Bei's voice was extremely weak. After struggling for a long time, he finally became ill.
Song Qingci's pretty face twitched slightly: "Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?"
I saw a self-deprecating wry smile on Yang Bei's lips: "The hospital can't see my illness well."
"It seems that it's your old illness. Okay, I'll go find a hotel right now!"
Song Qingci gritted her teeth and hurried back to drive.
It was raining heavily outside, and Song Qingci drove a black bread car that she had never driven before in her life, speeding all the way.
From the outskirts of the valley to the nearest hotel.
"Waiter, get me a room! The best suite!"
When Song Qingci helped Yang Bei in, the girl at the front desk was cutting her nails. She saw that they were driving a broken bread, and her clothes were sloppy, and her expression was a little disdainful.
Especially after seeing Yang Bei's pale face, I remembered the words of the big boss: Don't cause trouble to the hotel!
This man isn't going to die in our hotel, is he?
The girl at the front desk rolled her eyes and said quickly: "Sorry, miss, our guest rooms are already full."
"How is that possible? There's not a single car outside!"
Although Song Qingci was anxious, her judgment was not diminished at all, and she revealed the truth in one breath.
The front desk wanted to continue pretending, but two more guests came in and shouted at her: "Xiao Tao, there are no guests today? Leave two rooms for us."
The receptionist who called me Xiao Tao immediately changed her pretty face.
Song Qingci finally figured it out. This girl just didn't want to entertain the two of them.
With Yang Bei on her back, she had a flash of anger in her eyes, thinking that the countryside was just the countryside, and the quality of service was not good either.
A truly high-end hotel will provide fair services as long as you meet the check-in conditions, regardless of whether you are a gray or white person, a big boss or a rag-tag collector.
Like this kind of watching people play discs——
Song Qingci took a deep breath, took out her wallet, and took out a credit card: "Isn't it full? Call your boss and tell him that someone has this card and ask him to come over immediately and clear out all the rooms for me!"
What?
Clean your room?
Xiao Tao was stunned and glanced at the bank card that said "International Pacific Rim Bank", as if she had never heard of it.
She immediately sneered, thinking that Song Qingci was joking: Just print any card and come out to fool people?
But she didn't know the goods. Someone did. One of the men who just came in, after seeing the credit card from a distance, was stunned for a moment and then ran over excitedly: "This, this is Pacific Rim Bank's premium amethyst card, right?!"
"Oh my God, there are still people in China who have this kind of card?"
"What card? Brother Long, you're not bragging, are you?"
"Go, what are you bragging about? I talked to a big overseas boss before, and he told me that International Pacific Bank's premium card is very difficult to apply for. The gold level requires a deposit of more than 50 million U.S. dollars!"
"Holy crap, 50 million U.S. dollars would cost 300 million yuan if converted into RMB? What about this kind of card?"
Several people around came over and looked at Brother Long with wide eyes.
Brother Long scratched his head: "This is the Amethyst card, which is two levels higher than the gold card. I only know that the platinum card above the gold card requires a deposit of more than 100 million U.S. dollars, and the platinum card requires a billion U.S. dollars.
The above deposits. The Amethyst Card is even better than the Platinum Card. Even the big boss I worked with didn’t know..."
After he finished speaking, the eyes of the people around him looked even worse when they looked at Song Qingci.
Before, Brother Long was looking at her lustfully.
After all, Song Qingci, who was a bit wet on her body, was indeed very attractive. Even though she brought a man to stay in the hotel, she still inevitably aroused people's imagination.
But now, when people around her look at her, they only have respect.
Especially Xiao Tao at the front desk, she chatted her teeth a few times and said hurriedly: "I, I will call the boss right now... Oh no, I, I will prepare the best room for you right now!"
Xiaotao was so frightened that she was a little incoherent, so she quickly opened a room for her.
The most luxurious private room is actually just that.
Because this was a three-star hotel in the suburbs, Song Qingci was anxious and chose this place.
When helping Yang Bei in, Brother Long rubbed his hands and came up: "Song, Miss Song, logically speaking, with your status, you won't stay in such a small hotel. Are you having any difficulties? As long as our brothers can
I'm here to help, just give me your orders."
A qualified speculator must know how to seize opportunities.
There are also people like this among the gangsters.
Brother Long is obviously.
He knew that it would be a huge opportunity if he could become the owner of this Amethyst Card user.
Song Qingci was not surprised that they called her by her last name, because when she opened the room, she gave the front desk her ID card.
Not to mention, Song Qingci really needed them for something. She nodded her chin and said, "Go to the bathroom, put hot water in, throw him in, and soak."
"that's it?"
One of Brother Long's subordinates pointed at himself: They are looking forward to dealing with big shots and doing business.
What does it mean to give a man a bath?
Brother Long quickly slapped him: "What do you know? Start with small things, Miss Song, let's do it now!"
With that said, they carried Yang Bei into the bathroom.
Song Qingci stopped Brother Long again, asked him to hand over his mobile phone, and used his mobile phone to call the police.
Brother Long was quite scared at first, but he was relieved after hearing that the police were not calling the police to arrest him. After they finished their work, Song Qingci also greeted them and left, saying to Brother Long: If anything happens, I will think of you.
This was the promise Brother Long wanted, so he quickly nodded and bowed and left.
Don't dare to disturb me too much.
Fifteen minutes later, the police arrived at the door of the room, knocked on the door, and asked if it was Song Qingci who had called the police.
Song Qingci called them into the living room and told them everything from beginning to end.
At this time, it was almost night. After the police learned about Song Qingci's identity and the kidnapping case, they took it seriously and immediately went back to prepare for the arrest.
After the police left, Song Qingci breathed a sigh of relief when she heard a painful gasp coming from the bathroom.
"Yang Bei, are you okay?"
Song Qingci opened the door fiercely and took a look, then blushed: How could Brother Long's men just take off Yang Bei and throw him into the bath?