Seeing them smiling and talking secretly puzzled the onlookers, especially Kris and Salman, who were sure they had won. How could they be that relaxed?
Not long after, the manager of Century Club also came to the scene. The person in charge of the front office hurried to his side and whispered the whole story to the manager.
After listening to the whole story, the manager nodded and grasped the situation unfolding here.
In fact, this was a small confrontation between a group of second generations of Labours and Republicans who had nothing to do when they were bored. It was not the first time he had seen it too.
But it also involved the club's rules, which was why this employee tried to use the established rules to solve them without any errors.
However, since the young man in front of him had the confidence to summon him, he had to pay a certain amount of attention to the matter. If the other party had something up his sleeve, then an appropriate solution could be reached.
But if the young man was just bluffing, then he didn't mind giving him a small lesson as a warning for future offenders. Of course, keeping some leeway to give some face to John. After all, his grandfather was still a great man in this country.
"This gentleman, I am the manager of this club, Gergely Toberg. I don't know, but someone told me you wanted to see me?" Gergely said with a flat tone.
"I just wanted to show you this thing." Samuel didn't say much but took a card from his pocket and handed it to him. It was picked that made them realize what he was handing out.
"Puff puff." Seeing his movements, Kris couldn't help laughing when she saw him.
She thought he had something to rely on, but he took out his driver's license? Was this guy here to make fun? She was scared for a second when she felt his aura. She almost thought that the other party had a great identity which caused her to worry for a short while.
Gergely, the manager, also took his pink card in doubt. What kind of routine was this boy following? Shouldn't you directly report what you have for backing or your family background?
What good was it to hand him this card? Every British citizen had this thing!
The puzzled manager looked at the documents in his hand, and his face suddenly changed when he saw the name. He couldn't help but glance at Samuel in surprise. His surprised expression made everyone around him curious too.
Kris also began to feel uneasy seeing Samuel still smiling at her. Does he really have a great background?
"Sir, please wait a moment; I must verify it." At this moment, the manager looked extremely respectful; no, it should be said that he was almost touching the ground like he had broken his back.
This could not help but make everyone curious. Although Gergely was only the general manager of this establishment, he was fearless of everyone in hundreds of miles from there. Even if one were a nobleman of the European country's royal family, he had the confidence to at least be ordinary in front of them. After all, huge monsters were standing behind him.
But now, just glancing at his car had left his face changing colors drastically, which was really puzzling.
"Hmm." Samuel nodded, agreeing to the other party to verify his identity.
"Please wait a moment." The manager saluted respectfully, then picked up the phone and walked aside.
Gergely was talking on the phone respectfully, not far away. From his performance, everyone knew there must be a big man on the other end of the phone. At this time, the general manager bowed to the air while he said something on the phone occasionally.
Looking at Samuel several times, Gergely seemed to be telling the other party about his appearance. After a while, the manager hung up the phone with a humble smile and walked towards Samuel quickly.
"Young master, I did not expect you to come here. I am sorry that I did not receive you personally. I welcome you on behalf of Century Club." The general manager's attitude shocked everyone.
They had never seen such a humble expression appear on his face before.
Kris's face was very embarrassed at the moment. If she didn't realize that she kicked an iron plate, she would be a fool.
"Can we go in?" Samuel asked after taking back his driver's license.
"Of course, young master, you and your friends can enter."
"Why? Isn't it the rule of your club not to accept celebrities? Why let him in?" Although his identity was still unknown, Kris pushed further.
Why did your own club break the rules? She needed an explanation!
Samuel had to say that Kris was very smart; she was taking advantage of the audience. At this moment, she asked the question satisfactorily and represented the questions in all the members' minds.
So many dignitaries were watching the show that Gergely couldn't back down without ruining the club's reputation.
Kris's trick indeed worked. Most of the dignitaries on the scene had already frowned. Apparently a little dissatisfied with the club breaking the rules so casually.
"Good." Samuel thought while glancing at Kris. She was not like what he had anticipated; this woman was not a vase but somewhat capable.
Gergely looked at Samuel. Obviously, it depended on Samuel's decision. If Samuel didn't want him to say anything, he would gladly do it even if he offended all the nobles present; he would not say anything. After all, Samuel was his direct employer in a certain sense.
Samuel didn't care; he just nodded toward him, saying that he could disclose his identity. He had already thought it through; it would also deter his other opponents from needlessly picking a fight with him in the future.
"Young master Sam is actually Samuel Rothschild." As these few words left his lips, the room turned silent. The impact was not insignificant, like a magnitude ten typhoon that passed through the audience.
Yes, only the name was enough to shock the audience!
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