webnovelfull Chapter 652: The Arrogant Dwight
Chapter 652: The Arrogant Dwight
The cigarette on Su Zhengyang's fingertips burned quietly, just like his inner thoughts, until the last wisp of smoke drifted away. Su Zhengyang stood up, called Fang Dihu, and prepared to leave.
However, just as he was about to get up and leave the hotel, a shrill noise broke the silence of the night.
Not far from the source of the noise, a burly man was waving his arms, his face full of anger, his eyes that were used to giving orders were now as big as copper bells. It was General Dwight of the British Indian Army. In front of him was a pretty hotel waitress, she clenched her hands and looked at Dwight nervously.
"How dare you reject me? No one in this place dares to say no to me!" Dwight's voice echoed in the bar like thunder. Every word he said seemed to be a sharp blade, trying to cut through the quiet night.
The waitress bit her lower lip tightly, her voice weak but firm: "General, I am here to work, not to meet your unreasonable demands."
Dwight's face became increasingly gloomy. He slammed the table so hard that the wine glasses on the table began to dance: "Unreasonable requests? Do you know who I am? Here, I am the rules!" His voice became louder and louder, attracting the sidelong glances and whispers of people around him.
The atmosphere in the hotel lobby suddenly became tense, and Su Zhengyang's brows furrowed slightly.
Dwight's image at this moment was unbearable to look at. He was drunk and staggering, like a fallen leaf swaying in the autumn wind.
The strong smell of alcohol emanated from him and filled the air around him, making people frown. He was wearing a hotel bathrobe with an open collar, revealing a tuft of thick chest hair, giving people a rough and unkempt feeling.
Dwight's face was flushed due to the effect of alcohol, his eyes were blurry, and his malicious and obscene eyes wandered over the waitress, as if he wanted to see every inch of her skin clearly. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of uneven yellow teeth, with a malicious smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.
The waitress in front of him, however, had a different style. She was slim and dressed in the uniform of the Longteng Hotel, looking neat and tidy. She had a pretty face, bright eyes, and a sense of vitality.
She is a freshly graduated college student, full of vigor and vitality, and full of vision and expectation for the future. She works here not only for a living, but also to realize her dream.
As the leading high-end hotel in Beilong City, Longteng Hotel has extremely high requirements for waiters. They must not only have professional service skills, but also know foreign languages and be able to communicate fluently with international friends. The waitress is one of the best. She speaks fluent English and behaves well, which has won unanimous praise from guests.
However, at this moment, she was being harassed by the drunk Dwight. Although her heart was filled with fear and anxiety, her eyes were extremely firm. She knew that she could not succumb to such unreasonable demands. She clenched her hands tightly and tried to keep herself calm and rational.
The waitress tried to remain calm in the face of Dwight's unreasonable nagging. She took a deep breath, straightened her back, and said firmly: "General, I am very grateful for your attention to me, but I am a waiter here. My duty is to provide you with quality service, not to meet your personal requests."
When Dwight heard this, he immediately felt that his authority was challenged. His face became even gloomier, and his eyes widened like bells. He took out a thick stack of British pounds from his pocket without a care, and with a mocking smile, he threw it hard, and the British pounds scattered on the waitress's face like snowflakes.
"Look at this money, it's all yours as long as you sleep with me tonight!" Dwight's voice was full of provocation and humiliation, as if he thought that money could solve all problems.
The waitress's face was hurt by the pounds, but she did not flinch, nor did she bend down to pick up the money. She raised her head and looked at Dwight with a more determined look, and said word by word: "General, you are wrong. I came here to work not for money, but for my own dreams and dignity. I will not take a penny of your money, and please respect me."
Dwight was completely enraged by the waitress's answer. He roared like an angry lion and rushed towards the waitress, trying to pull her away by force. His hand had already reached out for the waitress's arm, and the waitress closed her eyes tightly, preparing for the worst.
However, at this critical moment, the hotel's security personnel and manager quickly arrived. They blocked the waitress and formed a solid barrier. The manager was a middle-aged man, wearing a neat suit and gold-rimmed glasses, looking both elegant and majestic.
He first sternly rebuked Dwight: "General Dwight, please be careful with your behavior! This is the Longteng Hotel, not a place where you can act wild!" Then, he turned to the waitress and his tone immediately became gentle: "Are you okay? Don't worry, we will take care of the next thing."
The waitress looked at the manager gratefully, then took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She nodded to indicate that she was fine.
The manager then turned to Dwight and whispered, "General, today the entire hotel has been booked by Prince Windsor of the English Empire for an important banquet. The guests here are all celebrities of extraordinary status, and even President Su is here in person. Your behavior has seriously affected the reputation of the hotel and the guests' experience. I hope you can calm down and not make any more radical moves."
Dwight's expression became even more ferocious. He was so angry that he suddenly raised his arm and slapped the manager in the face with all his strength. The sound of the slap was so crisp that it seemed that even the air was trembling. The manager staggered back a few steps and a red and swollen palm print instantly appeared on his face.
However, Dwight did not stop. He angrily pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointed the black muzzle at the manager and other security personnel. His eyes were full of arrogance and arrogance, and there was a sneer of disdain on the corner of his mouth.
"If this were in India, I would shoot without hesitation and send you yellow-skinned pigs to hell!" Dwight roared, his voice full of anger and threats. Every word he said was like a cold blade, piercing the heart of everyone present.
The security guards were intimidated by Dwight's aura and took two steps back. Although they were in uniform, they also felt a little scared when facing this drunk and armed general.
Dwight was even more proud of this, and he began to curse without thinking: "How dare you, you lowly yellow pigs, be rude to me, a general of the English Empire! Let me tell you, I am not someone you can easily mess with! If you dare to talk to me like this again, I will make sure that the people in this hotel will pay for it!"
His words were full of arrogance and contempt, as if he was mocking everyone's dignity and bottom line. The guests around were shocked by this sudden change, and they all cast horrified and puzzled looks at him.
At this time, Su Zhengyang was standing quietly not far away, his face so gloomy that water seemed to drip out of it.