"I hate everything here. I can't wait to get out of here!"
In the hotel room, Mr. Simon's wife was complaining.
She wanted to watch TV to pass the time, but she did not expect that the TV in the hotel was the same one she had watched two days ago.
After asking the front desk of the hotel, she found out that Najaril did not have its own TV station. Naturally, it was impossible to have any real-time TV programs. The content on the TV in the hotel was actually from videotapes.
These videotapes were changed once a week, but considering the cost, there was not much content. At most, she could finish watching the new content in one or two days. In the remaining time, she had to constantly watch the programs that she had already watched.
It was said that some Najaril people, those who had a little money and had no connections with foreigners, would stay at the hotel for two days a week just to watch these TV programs. This was becoming a popular new business in Najaril.
However, this was somewhat dissatisfying for the mother and son from a developed country.
She turned off the TV and took a bottle of wine. She needed to relax. Just after she took a few sips, the young man who had been standing by the window suddenly walked toward the door of the room.
"What are you going to do?"
She asked.
"I want to go out and relax. You won't stop me, right?"
He looked at his mother, and the latter swallowed the words that she wanted to say.
She shook her head, "Of course not. What I mean is … you can bring me some hard liquor when you come back."
This was a good way to put it. It avoided her previous action of calling out to her son.
"Of course, I will."
The young man walked out of the room. He was not stupid enough to stay in the room for the whole night. He was the kind of person who could not sit still. He had enough bad luck today. He needed a little stimulation to stop all the unhappiness today.
At this time, the impulsive cadre in the lobby on the first floor was also in trouble. He was stopped by the hotel staff.
"If you don't have a suitable reason, we can't let you in, sir!"
The hotel staff stopped the impulsive cadre who was about to take the elevator in time. Firstly, the staff in the lobby had not seen this local here before.
In fact, there was an unspoken rule in the high-end hotels in Najalil that was neither written nor made public. That was, they did not serve the local bottom of society. They only served foreigners and the local rich.
The cheap clothes the impulsive cadre was wearing and his hair, sideburns, and beard were not carefully groomed. He did not look like a member of the upper class at all. Naturally, the hotel would not allow a lowly person to disturb the VIPs who were resting.
Secondly, it was a very sensitive time. Although the conflict between the locals and foreigners had subsided, it was still in a tense stage.
There were many foreigners in the hotel, so the hotel had to ensure that the problem would not occur in this hotel. Therefore, any possible threats had to be taken care of.
Two staff members stopped the impulsive cadre. At the same time, several security guards with rubber rods in their hands stood not far away.
This was the first problem that the impulsive officer encountered. The second problem was that he only knew where the people he was looking for came from and what their names were, but he didn't know what they looked like.
It sounded a little funny … but at the same time, it was the most realistic situation for him at this time. Drinking was a mistake.
In the silence, the hotel staff and security guards were getting closer and closer to him. If he could not answer any valuable questions, these people would politely "invite" this compatriot out of the hotel and possibly prevent him from continuing to cause trouble in the hotel in a short period of time.
At this moment, the bell of the elevator slightly attracted people's attention. They looked toward the elevator and saw a well-dressed gentleman walking out of the elevator.
He also noticed what happened at the door, but he was not very concerned. He only cared about how much money he had to spend to find temporary happiness in this city. Maybe the hotel manager could provide him some help?
Thinking of this, he changed his initial idea and walked to the bar counter. Perhaps his actions made the impulsive officer's reaction slightly catch up with the current situation. He stated his purpose, "I'm here to find two ladies and gentlemen from … this place. I have something very important to talk to them about. It's not convenient for me to tell you some things."
The young man who was receiving the secret book of happiness from the lobby manager was stunned for a moment. He had a feeling that the impulsive officer was looking for him, so he looked curiously at the guy who seemed a little strange.
He didn't know this person, and he had no friends in this place. The only person he could contact was his damn half-brother.
Noticing the change in his expression, the lobby manager immediately said, "Drive the irrelevant person out. This is not a street. Anyone can come here!"
However, the young man raised his hand in time and stopped the hotel staff from driving the impulsive officer out. Instead, he walked to a slightly closer place and said, "I don't know you!"
Indeed, he didn't know this person. He just said that out of curiosity. He didn't think that a local could hurt him under the protection of these staff and strong security guards, so he wanted to solve his doubts.
With this sentence, the impulsive officer knew that the guy in front of him was the one who was looking for him. However, he was not completely sure that killing an irrelevant person would arouse the vigilance of the real party. In order to verify that the person in front of him was the one he was looking for, he also replied, "I'm here for the inheritance."
Although alcohol made him excited and distracted him, at this moment, he had entered a state that he didn't even know how to describe.
His attention was unprecedentedly focused. It seemed that the only thing left in the whole world was the young man's facial expression. Every subtle expression change was magnified countless times.
When he saw the surprise, confusion, and anger on the young man's face, he knew that this was the person he was looking for.
He thought that the young man would talk to him, but he didn't expect that the lawyer who almost collided with him not long ago would play a role at this time.
To be precise, it was the lawyer's words that played a role at this time. The young man immediately took a step back, and it was this step that prompted the impulsive officer to draw his gun.
Without hesitation, the impulsive officer drew his gun, aimed, and fired without hesitation. A flower of blood appeared on the young man's body. The hotel staff were also shocked. They rushed toward the impulsive officer, and two of them rushed toward the young man.
Due to the recoil of the pistol, the impulsive officer saw the ricocheted bullet shell and the reloaded bullet. The moment he fired the second shot, he realized that he was too impatient. He turned the muzzle and aimed at the people who rushed over. After taking a few glances at the young man on the ground, he quickly left.
Now, he could only hope that the first shot had hit the young man's vital point and caused him an injury that was enough to kill him. He also hated himself for shooting too fast, so much so that the second shot missed him and did not achieve his goal.
The shooting case that happened in the hotel was organized into documents as quickly as possible and reported to the provincial governor and Lynch.
Compared to the provincial governor's nonchalant "got it", Lynch looked at it seriously.
Ever since the old King had shown his "patriotism" at the Council, there had been some subtle and subtle changes in the attitude of Governor Dragon.
Lynch actually saw it, but he didn't say it. It was up to the provincial governor to overcome it himself.
Lynch called this kind of emotion similar to the "hypocrisy of a traitor". After a while, it would automatically get better.
"Did someone die?"
He flipped through the two thin pages in his hand, looked back and forth, and threw them on the table.
A small salon was being held in the room. Some people who had just arrived a few days ago had gathered together and were discussing with Lynch about investing in the area.
Lynch needed to point out some directions for them. Doing this seemed like helping others get rich, but it was also beneficial for Lynch.
The first benefit was that he could invest in some businesses. As long as his partners were not fools, these shares would eventually form a huge network that controlled the commercial structure of the entire society until many, many years later, or even forever under his control.
Secondly, only when people continued to make money in Najjar, more people would invest here. More people investing here meant that the market here would prosper faster, and Lynch's infrastructure projects could also enter a long period of profitability faster.
So he helped others find a way to make money, which was actually equivalent to helping himself establish a profitable channel faster.
The police chief shook his head. "No, only one person was injured. He was shot in the shoulder. We think the weapon used by the killer may be the batch that the police lost in this riot."
Lynch nodded noncommittally. "Then what is the purpose of the shooting? Why would someone take such a big risk to shoot foreigners in a hotel?"
He naturally used the term "foreigners," which would make people naturally think that he was also "one of them." In fact, whether it was Lynch or the previous foreigners such as Mr. Simon, they were all trying to get the locals to accept them.
However, compared to Mr. Simon's method of marrying one or a few local women and giving birth to a few mixed-race children, Lynch's method was a little smarter. He was seeking the psychological approval of people.
"We investigated it. It may be related to an inheritance dispute, and the owner of the inheritance is your friend. His name is Simon. Maybe you still remember him."
"Simon?"
Lynch was a little surprised. "Of course, that's my very good friend!"