"What the hell?" Fourth Master Zhao was so startled that he bolted upright from the bed, his eyes wide as he demanded, "Which hotel are you talking about?"
"It's the eight-star hotel! The whole thing collapsed, and now we don't know who let the cat out of the bag. A flock of police and reporters came over, and even TV stations are broadcasting live. What should we do?" The contractor was sweating profusely, obviously unable to cope.
"Damn it! Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and have the workers seal off the scene, don't let anyone else in!" Fourth Master Zhao began to dress in a flurry, almost tripping over in his panic.
"The hotel has already been sealed off by the police. Just now the reporters bombarded me with questions. Please hurry over, I can't hold on much longer!" the contractor said with a woeful expression.
