I Have a Seaside Five-star Hotel

"Actually, I've never understood this. We obviously have a much longer history than theirs, but why did we start so many years later in the hotel industry?" The young man showed a puzzled look.

"This is actually easy to understand."

Chen Jianhai smiled and said: "Foreign aristocrats and wealthy people like to travel, so in order to entertain these aristocrats, their hotels naturally follow the aristocratic lifestyle inside the hotel."

"The decoration, placement of items, and servant service etiquette and rules are all passed down from their aristocratic days."

"But our domestic inns and inns are different."

As if he had mentioned his interest, Chen Jianhai's eyes shone and he said:

"Looking at our history, as an agricultural society, we do not encourage the movement of people. Even if there are people staying in inns, they are not nobles, but commoners and businessmen."

"Except for the incognito private interviews in TV series, have you ever seen any relatives of the emperor living in an inn?"

The young man was curious, "Where will they live?"

The white-haired old man was also intrigued by Chen Jianhai's words and listened very seriously.

Chen Jianhai smiled and said: "Of course he lives in the palace or in the home of a local wealthy businessman. In Dream of Red Mansions, doesn't the emperor live in the home of Cao Xueqin's grandfather?"

As soon as these words came out, the white-haired old man and the young man suddenly realized.

"Isn't it that those old houses left over from ancient times are the predecessors of our local luxury hotels?" The young man suddenly said this.

Chen Jianhai was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I think there's nothing wrong with your understanding."

"It's just a pity that foreign luxury hotels can be passed down, operated and developed from generation to generation."

"And our local luxury hotels have either become attractions, been torn down, or turned into museums."

The white-haired old man nodded with deep understanding, "It is precisely because of this that it is increasingly difficult for our local hotels to survive and develop."

"We have no one to rely on, and there are powerful enemies outside. The competitive pressure from the outside is too great!"

The white-haired old man didn't know what he thought of, and sighed softly.

Chen Jianhai shook his head, smiled and patted the middle-aged old man's hand: "Uncle, you don't want to say that!"

"The fog cannot bring down the mountains, and the thunder cannot bring down the hills!"

“Without support and strong enemies from outside, we cannot stop our local hotels from strengthening themselves.”

The white-haired old man's pupils shrank and he glanced sharply at Chen Jianhai.

Over the years, the words he heard most often were "help" and "opportunity".

Chen Jianhai was the first person who dared to say "self-improvement" in front of him.

The white-haired old man asked seriously: "Then how do you strengthen yourself?"

Chen Jianhai said frankly: "Focus and persistence."

"Focus on seizing the market, insisting on the dual experience of employees and users, and think first and second."

"Start from a resort hotel, step by step to become bigger and stronger, and achieve glory!"

The white-haired old man smiled: "That's easy to say."

Chen Jianhai smiled and said: "If you can persevere in simple things to the end, it is success."

The young man looked at Chen Jianhai dumbfounded.

The owner of Xianyu Hotel, who looked depressed and decadent just now, changed his whole demeanor when he started talking about the hotel industry.

Friendly, humble, professional and have their own sense of independence,

Not only can he dialectically view and understand the advantages of rival hotels, but there is no trace of timidity in his words and deeds, and there is a kind of fearless courage of a gentleman in his bones.

The white-haired old man looked at Chen Jianhai with interest and said with a smile: "Then are you confident about winning against the International Hotel?"

Chen Jianhai said with a smile: "I am not good at other things, but I am quite confident in building a hotel."

The white-haired old man answered calmly: "What about the Magic Hotel? That is a foreign thing from abroad. Our ancestors have made up magic stories for hundreds of years. How can you build it? How can you compare it with others?"

Gu Chen Jianhai chuckled.

After laughing for a long time, Chen Jianhai helplessly patted the white-haired old man on the shoulder and asked from the bottom of his heart:

"Who says we can't build the best magic hotel here?"

Chen Jianhai didn't know whether others could build a magic hotel.

But Chen Jianhai is different, he has a system! ,

As long as you have enough points, building a magic hotel is easier than eating and drinking.

Don't talk about magic.

The formations can give you dozens of sets.

"It's good to be ambitious." The white-haired old man laughed and stretched out his right hand to gently pat the back of Chen Jianhai's hand.

Chen Jianhai pretended to glance at the white-haired old man's watch casually, and said with a smile: "So do it with me, that's right."

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"Get out of the way, please give up!"

Suddenly, a hurried female voice came from far and near, attracting the attention of many people.

Chen Jianhai, the white-haired old man, and the young man were attracted by the shouts.

Looking down,

I saw a girl with twin ponytails carrying a schoolbag and holding something unknown in her hands, running towards the Langai Hotel as fast as she could.

"Chocolate? What happened to her?" Chen Jianhai's pupils shrank.

"Try it quickly! Please." Chocolate ran to Baking with something in his hands and said with a pleading look on his face.

Under Bao Bao's confused gaze, she raised the transparent plastic box in her hand.

I saw a rose blooming with colorful glitter placed in the box.

That rose was different from ordinary roses. The petals looked fragile and crumbling, as if they were in full bloom and were about to wither.

Bao Bao looked at the roses in front of him in shock and swallowed, "Did you do this?"

Chocolate nodded desperately and said hurriedly: "Can you try it? It has been in the refrigerator overnight. If you don't eat it, the taste will get worse and worse."

A bad taste means a bad taste, so she will not be able to apply for the job successfully.

It seems to confirm what chocolate said,

Before she could finish her words, a colorful and sparkling rose petal fell.

"Is this poisonous? Can it be eaten?" Xu Bo whispered beside the bakery.

Usually chocolate is brown, black or white.

I have never seen the colors of this rainbow before!

At first glance, it looked like there was a potion inside.

Bao Bao was also shocked when he looked at the fallen petals, and his heart was full of anxiety.

Under the illumination of the light, he could clearly see the refrigerator frost on the petals and the melted edges. Thinking carefully about the characteristics of chocolate,

Baking directly reached out his hand, picked up the rose petal and put it in his mouth.

In an instant, happiness filled the mouth and spread throughout the body along the veins of breathing.

The slightly bitter yet sweet, silky texture that melts in your mouth is as wonderful as a drunken beauty, with a soft and smooth texture when bitten into it.

Xu Bo looked at Bao Bao with some worry and whispered: "It's okay, brother, if you feel something wrong, throw up quickly."

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