Chapter 641 Camera (Part 2)

"Mr. Liu, who is this Mr. Ambani in India?" After getting off the car, Guo Tailai was completely speechless looking at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, which had been directly booked by Mr. Ambani, and found a random reason. I called Da Liu from Xiangjiang.

"Mr. Ambani?" Liu obviously knew this person, and upon hearing Guo Tailai's question, he hurriedly replied, "You can be said to be the richest man in India, isn't it almost the same. Why, did he find you?"

"He got a VIP status through someone else." Guo Tailai was quite surprised, no wonder there is such a big score, it turned out to be the richest man in India. Sure enough, the luxury of these rich people in India is simply inhumane. It is unimaginable that the entire Ritz-Carlton Hotel is booked out, and even the waiters are their own servants.

I didn’t notice it before, but after getting out of the car, I took a few more glances at the Rolls-Royce I was sitting in. Ambani said that it was consigned from India together. Brought it.

Da Liu also knew that Guo Tailai was willing to let go of the recommendation quota, and Guo Tailai hung up the phone amidst Da Liu's thanks. Looking up at this old hotel, I couldn't help shaking my head again.

I thought I was a rich man now, and if I wanted to, I could play with an F1 team for a year or two. As a result, facing this Indian Mr. Ambani, Guo Tailai found that he was still a pauper.

Damn it, it's a fart to buy a first-class cabin for three or five bodyguards! The family's own private jet, the servants alone took another private jet, because other waiters were not used to the service. Take the car you are used to, and bring the daily necessities you are used to in a package. Even the Buddha statues that are worshiped on weekdays are carried, can it be compared?

In comparison, Guo Tailai is a pauper, a country bumpkin who spends a little money.

Ok! I'm a pauper, redneck! Guo Tailai quickly determined his position, and then enjoyed the VIP service of Mr. Ambani's servants with peace of mind.

It's already ten o'clock in the evening, Guo Tailai and the others checked out of the hotel directly, and stayed at the Ritz-Carlton today.

Mr. Anthony politely wanted Guo Tailai to rest for a night before talking, but Guo Tailai had already promised Mr. Anderson to go to Paris tomorrow, so he could only let Mr. Ambani prepare now in apology.

"At present, my ability is limited, so I can only do so much." Guo Tailai didn't want to give these people an inch, and only regarded what Liu did as the maximum that he could do. As long as it wasn't a cure, Guo Tailai would stick to that. Limit position: "When my ability improves in the future, there may be more services."

"I understand." Mr. Ambani is an Indian, so he naturally knows the concept of spiritual practice and understands it very well.

Guo Tailai gave Mr Ambani a full range of care while Mr Ambani's personal doctor watched on. Mr. Ambani belongs to the kind of good client in Guo Tailai's mind. He doesn't have a lot of body fat, but it is enough to use.

After a lot of busy work, Guo Tailai didn't finish his busy work until after one o'clock. The private doctor next to him was already dumbfounded. Looking at it like that, he was going to worship the gods and Buddhas he worshiped. This is simply a miracle!

The middle-aged Mr. Ambani, who had a dark complexion, directly turned into a much fairer young man. His big belly and fat neck disappeared, replaced by a standard figure. All of this happened under the nose of a private doctor! Even if he is a Ph.D. from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, he has never seen any modern medical technique that can achieve such an effect?

Wouldn't it be if we could research the principles and secrets of this Fatty Huaxia's treatment? An irresistible impulse suddenly surged in the private doctor's heart, looking at Guo Tailai was like looking at a peerless treasure.

Perhaps his gaze was too hot, Guo Tailai actually felt it, turned his head to look at the private doctor, smiled and said nothing.

After Guo Tailai was respectfully invited by the servants to rest in the room, the excited Mr. Ambani slowly calmed down in front of the mirror. The first sentence is to ask your own personal doctor: "Can you learn his technique?"

"For the time being, I don't know the reason for this." The private doctor quickly replied, and after he finished speaking, he hurriedly added: "But sir, don't worry, I will study his technique as quickly as possible. I have already I recorded all his treatment process, it must be fine!"

"Really?" Mr. Ambani thought for a while: "Let me watch the recorded video. I haven't seen clearly what's going on."

The private doctor didn't dare to neglect, and immediately took the laptop from the next room, connected it to the line, connected it to the hidden camera installed in the room, and then started playing.

The video at the beginning was normal, but after Guo Tailai came in, he turned his head inadvertently and smiled towards the camera, and then the whole video turned into a white patch, just like a TV with no signal, only seeing Clutter flickered, but nothing could be seen clearly.

Although it seemed that Guo Tailai had always behaved kindly in front of them, spoke kindly and smiled, but the friendly smile in the video just now made the two of them shudder for no reason.

The personal doctor can swear that the camera is the latest technology, disguised as a desk lamp, mainly to protect Mr. Ambani's safety. Even many of the servants he brought with him don't know it, and it is impossible to be discovered. But the question is, how did Guo Tailai find out? And how did he disable the camera?

"Don't think about it again in the future." Mr. Ambani looked at the flickering screen with a calm face, and calmly told his personal doctor: "Don't even think about it. Friendship and service that can be bought with money, Or don't get ruined by something else."

The private doctor seemed a little unwilling, but he didn't know what to do when he saw the flickering white screen. Research? How to study? A needle is inserted into the body after disinfection, and then the employer's whole person begins to change greatly. How to study it? Put that fat man in a CT or MRI machine and show them?

"I'll say it again for the last time." Mr. Ambani seemed to see the bottom of his personal doctor's heart, and said again: "Thoroughly dispel all your bad thoughts about him, don't think about it at all, remember?"

"I remember, Mr. Ambani!" The personal doctor has never seen Mr. Ambani talking to himself so carefully, especially the cold light flickering in his eyes, and he quickly agreed.

My employer is not a good old man. If you don't listen to what he said, who knows what will happen in India? Anyway, in that country, it's not uncommon for anything to happen!