My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 647 I'll give you a chance to eat me

Because Rang Weidong's trading company office building was still under renovation, he had been working at the sanitary napkin factory for the past two years when he came to Pingjing.

The typical street and factory layout in Heijō.

A row of single-story houses in the alley served as dormitories, warehouses, offices, and gatehouses, all with a genuine, old-fashioned feel despite the renovations.

There's a locust tree in the yard with a basketball backboard hanging from it.

This seemingly unremarkable factory office is actually the site of discussions about overseas hotel groups opening three hotels in a row.

Moreover, an average college student might not realize what opening a hotel at this time means.

It is precisely those who have contact with all aspects of life, such as film academies, who gain knowledge. For example, Yu Xiaoqiu was able to walk calmly in foreign-related hotels in 84. Now, there are only two or three hotels of that level in the entire city of Beijing. The rest are all guesthouses and small hotels.

Therefore, any hotel that is considered to be for foreign guests must be the top-tier kind, with investments often reaching hundreds of millions.

Wei Dong genuinely didn't want to put on airs, fearing it would overturn the values ​​of these young people, but he also knew that such clashes were unavoidable.

Qin Yuye's approach was simple and crude, but it was still a buffer within his control.

So I took the opportunity to share some information: "Really? I heard that their hotels aren't the expensive four- or five-star kind. Do they have any budget hotels or boutique hotels?"

These two words were indeed unfamiliar even to Qin Yuye, and he immediately focused his attention and inquired.

Actually, Wei Dong couldn't resist showing off in front of his wife: "Nowadays, various company guesthouses have several or even a dozen people sharing a room, and they don't know each other at all. A bed costs two to five cents a night, and a single bed costs five to ten yuan. A few hotels that are open to the public cost forty to eighty yuan. High-end hotels easily cost one or two hundred to three or four hundred yuan. Budget hotels just meet the basic needs of a hotel, without so many fancy features, but they are clean and tidy. Boutique hotels offer star-level service at working-class prices. The rooms may be smaller, but they have everything you need. So we try to sell at around twenty yuan a night with small profits and quick turnover, or even cheaper if possible."

Qin Yuye's eyes were truly bright, as bright as stars.

The university students crammed into the old office building all felt that this Hong Kong girl was exuding charm.

A seemingly ordinary white shirt paired with black slim-fit trousers, topped with a black high-waisted collarless top, sequined high heels, and oversized earrings, creates the most charismatic Hong Kong style outfit these days.

It emphasizes a woman's "unappealing" temperament, her confidence and self-assurance, and her carefree and comfortable attitude, without any sense of dependence or the idea of ​​a woman dressing up for her own pleasure.

Compared to the uniform dress and temperament of lesbians in mainland China, they are indeed very enviable.

But at this moment, she saw undisguised admiration in Wei Dong's expression: "That's great! Super 6 Hotels under Wanmad has this kind of business philosophy. Their first chain of motels in North America, opened more than ten years ago, had a unit price of $8.88. You have this idea, and we can definitely do it too!"

From her perspective, it must have been stunning.

She knew that Wei Dong had never been involved in the hotel industry and had never cared about these details.

To be able to align with the business strategies of large international corporations—what else could this be but a business genius?
Actually, the English sounded somewhat familiar to Wei Dong. When he saw Qin Yuye writing it down on the draft paper, he was secretly shocked. Holy crap, isn't this the Super 6 Express Hotel that later opened in prefecture-level cities and counties? It already existed in the 70s and 80s.
The sign on the storefront looks like a billiard ball, and there's one right next to the tax office compound.

This is indeed a huge leap forward.

There wasn't much demand for hotels in mainland China to begin with. Under the planned economy, it was never allowed to move around freely. You needed food coupons to eat and a letter of introduction to stay in a hotel. All kinds of movement were restricted in an all-round way.

Once they run around everywhere, they become difficult to manage.

Therefore, apart from guesthouses that provide accommodation for salespeople and business people on business trips, there are very few government-run hotels and sanatoriums open to both domestic and foreign customers.

These days, families who occasionally travel to other places are used to staying at the homes of relatives and friends. Even when deciding where to go, whether there are relatives or friends to host them is the biggest factor in their choice.

People from Beijing hate going to the Great Wall, people from Shanghai never go to the Bund, and people from Jiangzhou hate seeing the Zhaizidong Concentration Camp—that's how it all started.

In Rang Weidong's meager social memory, until the 1990s, it was rare to find a hotel with the price of a guesthouse and the standard of a star-rated hotel in a city like Shangzhou, at least in prefecture-level cities.

Clean, tidy, cheap, and convenient chain stores only began to appear after the early 2000s, and then sprang up like mushrooms after rain a few years later.

He had previously complained that Lao Fang had gone a bit too far with that five-star hotel project, but of course, it was understandable that someone of his level would take drastic measures in attracting investment.

This People's Hotel concept, similar to that of People's Camera, is what won Wei Dong's approval: "Yes, this is definitely feasible. If we can maintain this business philosophy, our branches and sales companies across the country can rely on this hotel network."

Qin Yuye forgot that so many people were watching, and nodded thoughtfully: "But this kind of low-price hotel model is definitely a franchise chain, so they won't invest too much capital, which goes against your original intention of needing foreign exchange for continuous investment."

Wei Dong's insightful understanding, far ahead of his time, was evident: "Then... it's still worth introducing, even more worthwhile. Compared to luxurious five-star hotels, the management and operation plan of this kind of low-profit, high-volume hotel is the most valuable. The fact that we can learn it two years in advance is a huge step forward." Qin Yuye smiled, a very pleased smile: "That's great, you understand everything I say. Actually, Wanmade Group has several hotel brands. Wanmade Hotel is a five-star hotel, as well as luxury country resort hotels, mid-range hotel chains, and this kind of economy chain. So the three hotels in Pingjing can be used for cooperative investment with hotels of different levels."

Wei Dong was extremely satisfied: "Alright, you'll be in charge of this. Gather your troops and bring more people to learn from them."

The college students who had been watching intently finally raised their hands one after another to sign up.

Qin Yuye then turned to the pretty girl with a smile: "How about it, come be my secretary, and pick out the staff to get things started?"

Yu Xiaoqiu, who attended the wedding in Hong Kong, resisted when she returned to the mainland. She preferred to go to work on the construction site with Wei Dong rather than go to Shanghai with the bride, which can be regarded as a sign of her subordinate relationship.

This time, we really can't hold on any longer.

She helped Wei Dong achieve a few small victories, and she also became a minor shareholder in the advertising company and received sales commissions from the whitening cream. That's where her confidence came from.

She could outshine all the beauties in the country, but she couldn't compare to Hong Kong girls.

A marriage certificate was all it took to shut her up. Then look at that slender figure in the finance office next door, sitting in front of the computer with her child.

There were also enthusiastic film school students around them.

Even though she was slightly older than Qin Yuye, Yu Xiaoqiu understood that if she refused the invitation, the other party would completely give up on selecting people from the film academy.

All the major universities in Beijing now have Dongsheng's staff. Top students in foreign languages, business, and accounting can be recruited at any time. The film academy happens to have plenty of openings.

So after a two-second standoff, Yu Xiaoqiu looked at the old-fashioned desk, which was intentionally or unintentionally blocking her husband's view, implying that she would not give an inch.

He nodded helplessly, "Okay."

Among the attendees were performing arts students like Wang Zhiwen, who witnessed Qin Yuye's calm and composed expression, which seemed to be a half-smile, blossom into a friendly and harmonious smile as he reached out and put his arm around Yu Xiaoqiu, and together they went out to pick people in the courtyard.

It's good that Wei Dong can vaguely sense the glint of swords and the shadows of danger.

But when he turned around and saw Xiaodie sitting in the rattan chair next to him, seemingly enjoying herself, he couldn't help but wonder what Qin Yuye's secret to maintaining family harmony was.

As long as I smoothly navigate the 1990s, even if my family's assets are only a little over 100 million, it will be considered a decline in our family fortune.

The question of how to divide the inheritance between a daughter who has no blood relation to him and his son is no small matter now that she has grown up.

If it happens again... sigh, a sense of morality compels Wei Dong to shake his head vigorously, trying to get rid of all those messy thoughts.

Refocus on work.

By evening, everything had been assigned in an orderly manner. Wang Zhiwen took the lead in several new advertising projects, Yu Xiaoqiu selected about ten people to join the foreign business negotiation group, and Qin Yuye even invited Ai Jiayi to participate as well.

Just as Wei Dong was about to talk to the head of the advertising team, Jin Zhuoqun finally came looking for him.

Unusually, there was no entourage; he drove a brand-new Honda and parked it at the entrance of the alley.

When Wei Dong received the notification, he came out with his daughter in his arms, standing side by side with Wang Zhiwen. He smiled and indicated that they should just eat something at the mala tang restaurant. He didn't eat that stuff, but he thought it would be nice to have some braised dishes and cured meat with a couple of drinks.

Jin Zhuoqun certainly remembered the male lead in his TV series. He nodded casually and sat down with her: "Originally, I asked Xiao Ai to take charge of the TV mail order business, but she said she would still work for you. Now Xiao Wang is also wholeheartedly following you. Is there something I've done wrong?"

Wang Zhiwen possessed a composure rarely seen at his age. He stood by with little expression, simply helping to set out the food and drinks, silently picking at his food without reacting when mentioned.

Wei Dong could already smell the alcohol, but since no one was catching drunk drivers at the moment.

He first prepared something edible for his daughter before speaking: "We definitely need to make money. If we don't have money, nobody will even bother to look at us. Wealth is the simplest measure, but we can't be completely obsessed with money. Otherwise, we'll not only lose our way, but also fall into a trap. Lao Jin, you're smarter than me, but you're not as reliable as me because I know my own limitations. I only earn what I should earn, and the rest is just doing favors."

Jin Zhuoqun laughed and scolded, "You started out as a manufacturer, so of course you're generous with money. I'm just doing the dealings, and I treat money like dirt everywhere I go. Now that the whole TV mail-order mall is up and running, I spend money like water. Can I borrow two million from you? I can mortgage the building."

In terms of looks, he's even more handsome than Wang Zhiwen. He speaks so casually, it's like he's giving you a chance to borrow some money.

Very dashing.

(End of this chapter)