The moment Marcos answered the phone, a huge sound came from the receiver. Even without turning on the loudspeaker, the two people in the suite could hear it clearly.
"Why is your phone always turned off? Can people feel at ease if Manle is handed over to someone like you?" Manster's roar was absolutely penetrating.
Marcos could even hear Munster's anger.
Listening to his roar, Marcos thought of the dirty things Munster had done, and his hands shook uncontrollably. He maintained his previous attitude and explained unhurriedly, "Sorry, my phone ran out of battery just now.
"
"Your mobile phone is out of battery, Andy's mobile phone is out of battery too?" Manster grasped the point. He thought they knew he would come over today, so they turned off their mobile phones and refused to receive him.
"Andy's cell phone is also dead." Marcos glanced at Andy and said.
"How could it be such a coincidence? You did it on purpose, right?" Manster asked suspiciously. He managed such a large company, and he didn't notice that his cell phone ran out of battery. It was impossible for his assistant's cell phone to run out of battery.
"Uncle, what are we doing on purpose?" Marcos asked.
This sentence made Munster ask, what did they mean?
Did they miss his call on purpose and not come to the airport to pick him up? That’s not the case, otherwise they wouldn’t choose to answer the call at this time.
So the best explanation is that the mobile phone is out of battery, and it happens that both people's mobile phones are out of battery.
Munster did not dwell on this issue anymore and ordered Marcos: "I am at the airport in city A now, where are you?"
"Are you at the airport?" Marcos deliberately expressed a surprised tone, "When did you come to City A?"
"You don't know?" Manster frowned, "How could you not know? Are you deliberately not welcoming me? Is the family providing you with so much high-quality education just to make you so arrogant?"
"Did you notify me or Andy when you came?" Marcos asked.
Munster kicked the railing next to him impatiently. He did not inform them, but subconsciously thought that they all knew.
After all, Marcos had a certain competitive relationship with him, so how could he not know that he was coming to City A?
Marcos didn't give him a chance to sort things out, and said directly: "Uncle, if you notify me in advance, I will definitely send someone to pick you up at the airport, but now... this place is a certain distance from the airport, otherwise, you go to the airport
Take a taxi outside and I'll book a suite for you at the Mingmen Hotel."
"You want me to go to the hotel by myself? Marcos, I am your uncle. No matter what, you must arrange a car for me now, and it cannot be a car lower than the Mercedes-Benz class!" Munster snorted,
He would rather wait here than lose face and seniority.
Marcos listened to his excessive request and said expressionlessly: "Then wait a moment, I will arrange a car for you."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Andy was standing aside, frowning and saying, "Boss, do you really want to arrange a car?"
"There is some superficial work to be done." Marcos said that it was difficult to find a car to pick up Munster at the moment, so he could only trouble A Liang.
After receiving the notice from Marcos, A Liang saw Munster's appearance clearly and set off for the airport.
After all, Mu Shaoling also said that he had been Marcos' exclusive driver these days, so he didn't say much and just followed Marcos's arrangements.
After A Liang arrived at the airport, he found Manster at the airport exit.
Munster was dissatisfied and asked directly: "Where is Marcos?"
A Liang couldn't understand Russian, so he could only ask in English: "I'm sorry, sir, I don't understand Russian. What did you say?"
Munster asked impatiently in English: "Where's Marcos?"
"Mr. Marcos is waiting for you at the hotel now. Please come here and I will take you to the hotel." A Liang replied patiently. He had done this countless times in T Group when it came to picking up guests.
But there has never been a time like this time when I felt that the person in front of me was arrogant, temperamental, and a bit annoying.
"Humph." Manster had a sullen face and was very dissatisfied. Marcos had arranged for a driver who didn't understand Russian on purpose.
Although there was no problem with his English, he always had a strange tone that he couldn't change.
The doctor said that this was a problem with his voice and it was irreversible.
But the good thing is that others will understand it, but if you hear this tone of voice, you will definitely be laughed at.
Therefore, Munster will not speak English to others unless necessary.
And Marcos knew this, but he didn't send a driver who knew Russian, but a driver who could only speak English. Wasn't this because he was worried about his poor English pronunciation?
After getting in the car, Munster opened the refrigerator, took out the red wine inside, and drank it alone.
A Liang was driving in the driver's seat. While waiting for the traffic light, he sent a WeChat message to Mu Shaoling, "Boss, Mr. Marcos asked me to pick up Mr. Munster at the airport. He should check into a famous hotel."
Mu Shaoling replied: "Yeah."
He was not surprised. After all, Shuo Feng was still following A Liang's car. After seeing that Manster was picked up by A Liang, he reported to Mu Shaoling.
So, everything is under his control.
At this time, there happened to be a traffic jam in City A. Munster was sitting in the car, very impatient, and directly cursed: "City A is said to be an international metropolis, but I think it is nothing more than that! The traffic jam is so severe, you can't go around it.
Walk?"
"Mr. Munster, all roads are blocked now, please be patient and wait." A Liang said helplessly from the driver's seat.
The road from the airport back to the city was originally easy to walk, but because of the snow and the heavy traffic, it was extremely congested.
There was nothing he could do.
"Not even as good as the Russian countryside." Manster said with a look of disgust.
A Liang didn't speak. His professionalism prevented him from speaking.
After driving for more than an hour, we returned to the famous hotel.
Munster got out of the car and saw that the person coming down to greet him was Andy, not Marcos. He frowned dissatisfied and asked: "Where is Marcos?"
"Hello, Mr. Munster, the boss is helping you prepare a suite." Andy said, taking Munster's luggage from A Liang, inviting him to go inside?
"Help me prepare the guest room? I think he doesn't take me as an uncle seriously, right? I've only been in city A for a few days. I'm so annoyed by the atmosphere here that I don't understand etiquette and have no respect for my elders. I must criticize him severely.
He is the one who can do it." Munster walked in angrily.
Andy frowned as he listened to his critical words.
Hearing others criticize someone I have always admired so much is simply unpleasant...
