Chapter 511 I’m The Owner Here!
Jordan was furious when he heard a lowly receptionist slandering the US entertainnt industry like that!
South Korea was not even a leader in the global entertainnt industry. Even the world’s most famous directors and perforrs wouldn’t dare to speak to Jordan like that!
“Yes!”
Salvatore was good at smashing things.
With that, Salvatore smashed the front desk of GE Entertainnt. The company logo was instantly shattered into pieces.
The receptionist was shocked. She didn’t expect them to really dare to destroy the office.
“Security! Security!”
The receptionist quickly called for the building’s security. Soon, a few burly security guards in uniforms rushed over.
The receptionist quickly said, “Stop them! They’re hooligans from the US. They want to see our artistes and will smash up the office if we don’t allow it. Please chase them out! Call the police and send them to the police station!”
The security guard imdiately took out his baton and walked toward Salvatore.
The security guard shouted “stop” in Korean.
The interpreter shouted at Salvatore anxiously, “The security guard told you to stop!”
Salvatore looked at the two security guards disdainfully. “Only Mr. Jordan can tell to stop. Who do they think they are? How dare they try and stop ? I will smash up this place if I feel like it!”
The interpreter was stunned. Jordan said, “Tell the security that I’m the owner of this building. Everything in this building belongs to , including them.”
The interpreter translated for the security guards.
When the receptionist heard this, she said to the security officer, “Don’t listen to his nonsense. How can such an uncultured person be the owner of this building! Whoever owns this building must be a billionaire. Does he look like a billionaire?”
The security guards hesitated because they had just received a notification from their superiors that this building had been bought by a man with the surna of Steele.
In fact, he had even reminded them to be alert. If they t soone from the US with the surna Steele, that person must be their boss. They must not do anything wrong in front of this boss. Otherwise, they would be fired. A security guard sized Jordan up and asked carefully, “May I know your na?” “Jordan Steele!”
“Steele!”
The two security guards panicked. They only knew that their new boss’s surna was Steele and didn’t know his full na.
“Please wait one mont. I’ll ask our captain to co over.”
After a while, a slightly older man ca. Two security guards whispered to him about the situation.
The security captain walked to Jordan and bowed respectfully. “Are you the new boss of this building, Mr. Jordan Steele?”
Jordan nodded. The security captain asked, “Can we take a look at your identification? Please forgive us for doing this. We are also worried that soone might impersonate you and destroy your building.”
Jordan did not mind proving his identity to his employees and showed his passport to the security captain.
When the security captain saw this, he imdiately bowed 90 degrees. “Welco, Mr. Steele. Please feel free to inspect your building!”
The two security guards who ca up first also turned pale with fright. Fortunately, they didn’t do anything just now, or they would be finished!
“Welco, Mr. Steele!” The two security guards said in unison.
The receptionist was stunned. “He… he’s really the owner of this building?”
Jordan looked at the woman. “Your company rented my building but refused to let in. I believe you will need to change locations! Get your president here imdiately, or I’ll destroy your company!”
The receptionist dared not disobey. “Yes Mr. Steele, I will make the call now. Please calm down. I’m very sorry for what happened!”
The receptionist’s attitude improved exponentially after realizing Jordan’s identity. For working-class folks, big shots like Jordan could fire them with just one word if they offended him. They might not even get a good job for the rest of their lives.
In less than half an hour, Song Cheong-su returned to the company with Ji Chang-wook.
Song Cheong-su had an interpreter with him too. As soon as he entered the reception area, he said with a smile, “Is this the greatest, youngest, most handso and most capable President Jordan Steele from the US?
“Why did you co all the way to our little country? Before you ca, you should have given a call to inform so that I can send soone to pick you up.”
Song Cheong-su looked like a smiling tiger as he shook hands with Jordan.
Jordan replied, “President Song, I called you a few tis before I ca, but you didn’t pick
up.”
Song Cheong-su feigned ignorance. “Really? There must be sothing wrong with the damned signal! You don’t know how bad the signal in Seoul has been recently. Oh right, I heard from the front desk that this entire building belongs to you? Heavens, our eting must be fated!
“Our company chose this location and hired many great designers and architects. We spent a fortune on it. President Steele, you mustn’t terminate the contract and chase us away!”
Jordan scoffed. He did not continue chatting with Song Cheong-su. Instead, he looked at the handso man beside him.
It was Emily’s idol and dream lover, Ji Chang-wook!
“This guy is indeed very handso.” He was over 1.8 ters tall, had handso features and was very well-dressed.
Although Ji Chang-wook was a few years older than Jordan, it was impossible to tell that he was older just from his appearance.
One had to admit that there was a reason why so many girls were infatuated with this idol. It was obvious he invested a lot in his personal grooming “Hello, I’m Ji Chang-wook.”
Ji Chang-wook bowed to Jordan.
Salvatore looked at Ji Chang-wook with a displeased expression. “Did Mr. Jordan allow you to speak? Sissy, why does a grown man like you need to put on makeup!”
Emily was Salvatore’s goddess. He knew that he was not good enough for Emily, so he always hoped that Jordan would marry her. So Salvatore would not have complained if Jordan married Emily.
If it were anyone else, he would definitely object.
As a result, Salvatore was very jealous that Emily liked this idol.
“Salvatore, don’t be rude,” Jordan reminded him. He did not want these South Koreans to think that they were uncultured people.
Jordan looked at Ji Chang-wook. “I’ll cut to the chase. I want you to hold a concert in Houston within a week. If you agree, I’ll transfer you USD 8 million imdiately. If you don’t agree, you can pack your things and go ho imdiately. I guarantee that there will no longer be a place for you in this industry!”
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