Vladimir successfully acquired the Imperial Hotel, but was unexpectedly directly threatened by terrorists, which Nikolai and Boris did not expect at all.
Especially Nicholas, he felt as if God was 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 simply lower than his probability of winning the Mark Six Lottery.
However, just a few days after Nikolai was happy, ABC TV station's continuous reports made him furious. He did not expect that this public relations crisis would be resolved so skillfully by Vladimir.
When he learned in advance that the police required everyone at the Imperial Hotel to move out, he once again felt that God was favoring him again.
Once Vladimir moves out of the Imperial Hotel, Nikolai can guarantee that he will definitely have a way to blackmail Vladimir.
Nicholas will wait and see;
The people he arranged were waiting eagerly outside the Imperial Hotel for the moment Vladimir left the Imperial Hotel.
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As soon as the police arrived at the hotel, they posted notices giving them a deadline to vacate.
In the entire building, except for necessary service personnel, all residents and hotel visitors left the Imperial Hotel before 6 p.m.
When they drove out of the underground parking lot, there were countless lurking cameras, and the cameras were shooting at the target...
Strong TV stations such as ABC TV station even broadcast live on the spot.
However, no matter what method they used, they never waited for the hotel owner Vladimir to show up.
The reporter of the Moon News suddenly realized that Vladimir had most likely left the Imperial Hotel long ago, and it would definitely be meaningless to stay here like this.
This reporter's conscience is not that high. After thinking about it, he decided to go back and write an article titled "The rich second generation moved out of the Imperial Hotel early without conscience after putting on a show" to strongly criticize the rich second generation of Maozi country.
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The police ordered Vladimir and all the residents inside 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 reporters from various media outside were already targeting the hotel.
The door, once he moves out, there may be another sensational news.
The image you have built up with great difficulty may disappear completely in one fell swoop.
"Mr. Vladimir, we are doing this for your own good. You must move out. I hope you can understand." Cheryl said with a serious face.
"According to legal provisions, I think I have the right to dispose of my property." Vladimir's attitude was very firm.
Cheryl did not expect Vladimir to be very tough and even brought out legal documents.
At this time, after a moment of silence, Peter also spoke, "Mr. Vladimir, this is a selfish way of doing things. Since our police asked you to move out, we must have our own methods. Do you think that if something happens, you will
Can you shoulder this responsibility?"
"Life or death is up to me, I can bear it."
In Yingguo, private property is protected by law. Although the police station gave an order to move out within a time limit, as long as Vladimir did not comply, the police had nothing to do with him.
"You are a rich second generation, and your life is probably very precious." Peter said with a sinister look 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."
Peter couldn't stand these wealthy foreigners. After being rebutted by Vladimir like this, he couldn't find any room to fight back.
Peter, who felt he had lost face, said viciously, "Vladimir, if you are really killed by the bomb, I think you deserve it."
Vladimir said with a gloomy look, "Officer Pete, if I am killed by a bomb, I don't want you to come to my funeral, because I think you are a troublemaker."
When Peter heard this, his face turned pale with anger. If he hadn't known that there were media reporters lurking in unknown places next to him, he vowed to beat this rich second generation.
Seeing the two people quarreling, Cheryl sighed softly and stood up, "Let's do this, Mr. Vladimir, if you really are not going to move out, I hope you sign the liability release agreement.
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Vladimir signed his name on the release agreement without hesitation.
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This night, the Imperial Hotel was more deserted than before. Vladimir calculated in his mind that the security, waiters, cleaning staff, kitchen, police, him and his two bodyguards in the entire building would definitely not add up.
More than sixty people.
Although the hotel is closed, the restaurant on the 88th floor is still open for the less than sixty people like them.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Vladimir brought Vasily and Victor to the restaurant.
It just so happened that Cheryl, Pete and several plainclothes policemen were dining there.
Vladimir casually nodded and sat down.
Although he was a little unhappy before, Vladimir was still full of respect for these policemen. The policemen who dared to stay at the Imperial Hotel at this time must have considered various consequences.
When Peter saw him coming, he couldn't help turning his head to the side.
Vladimir was quite embarrassed and winked at Vasily, who soon sent him several bottles of fine wine.
"Thank you for your hard work. I'll buy you a drink."
Unexpectedly, Cheryl shook her head and said, "Mr. Vladimir, we appreciate your kindness. We are on a mission now and drinking is not allowed."
"I see, I will continue to treasure these bottles of wine, and I will treat you again when the lockdown is lifted."
"Thank you for the fine wine, we ordinary people can't afford it." Pete continued with a yin and yang look on his face.
Vladimir smiled awkwardly again, but he no longer argued with Peter.
After dinner, accompanied by his bodyguards, Vladimir returned to his apartment on the 95th floor.
Standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling glass, Vladimir had no intention of looking at the brightly lit city of London. To him, these bright lights were just a ray of light, and he soon fell into deep thought.
If Caroline's previous reports made him and the Imperial Hotel very prosperous, however, apart from gaining fame and increasing exposure, he seemed to have gained nothing else.
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 armed men and 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 there and wait for death? Wait for death obediently?
For a moment, Vladimir felt that the pressure was too much.