At Fragrant Hill, there was a large number of staffs who were trotting back and forth to clean the scene.
"Sir, I'm sorry, Fragrant Hill is closed today, we're not receiving guests..." A staff member stretched out his hand to block in front of an imposing male tourist who was about to go up the mountain and began to persuade him.
"Fragrant Hill can still be closed? I'm not interested to know about other tourists, but do you know who I am? There are not many people who dare to stop me in Hebei!" The tourist was a little impatient and groaned out a strong breath from his body.
Screech!
But, just after his words fell.
On the large square at the entrance of Fragrant Hill, a red flag car drove slowly, and when it stopped, it made a 'snort'.
In front of the license plate number was a neat string of 0000.
After he saw this car and its license plate, the tourist swallowed fiercely, and a lot of sweat suddenly poured on his forehead.
