My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 666 Breaking Superstitions, Focusing Only on Business

Mr. Awald transferred trains from Chengdu, so Han Guobin accompanied him.

At this time, there are basically only two regular flights from Chengdu to the plateau.

There are only turboprop passenger planes at present.

They all had to change planes in Chengdu when traveling from Shanghai.

It was only after Han Guobin and Yu Songhai applied and made phone calls to the relevant departments to obtain a letter of introduction that they were able to buy the plane tickets.

Unlike other regular routes where a letter of introduction is all that's needed to buy a ticket, this route now requires a letter of introduction from someone at the county or regimental level or above.

The only value of this entire route is its social significance, and it incurs losses of several million every year.

This became one of the reasons why Yu Songhai persuaded all parties to agree to the hotel construction.

Because it can directly increase the price of a 200-yuan airfare to 2,000 yuan for foreign guests!
I'm planning to stay in a luxury hotel priced at over a thousand dollars a night, but the airfare is only three or four hundred dollars. This transportation cost is already very cheap, and it could even be higher.

The consumption philosophy of high-end luxury hotels is that they must be expensive; every aspect must be expensive to make them appear as high-end goods that ordinary people cannot afford.

Is it worth it if this one project alone can turn the airline from loss to profit?
So not to mention the operating revenue of this luxury hotel, which is expected to have two or three hundred rooms.

They're all lush green Knife Old Man's, the most precious foreign exchange.

It can't be stopped, it's impossible to stop it.

Just like coming down from the plateau, the hotel tycoon spent two days in Chengdu to recuperate because one of his employees was suffering from oxygen intoxication.

Han Guobin accompanied them on a tour of the city and the panda base.

They even used the name of Wei Dong's donation company to facilitate Mr. Awald's photo opportunity with the panda.

This person, who could see snow-capped mountains from the city center, immediately got excited and demanded that a hotel be built in Chengdu to serve as a transit point for those traveling to the plateau.

The general manager of the Rongdu branch thought it was some huge investment project and eagerly followed them to Jiangzhou.

The green train from Jiangzhou to Chengdu only has hard sleeper berths. A Citibank tycoon who experienced it said it felt like crossing the Rocky Mountains.

Under these circumstances, Wei Dong deliberately did not send Mercedes-Benz or BMW to greet him.

When Han Guobin came out and saw his boss's beat-up van and Defender SUV, his face turned green: "Don't you have luxury cars? Why aren't you serving the foreigners well and getting more money out of them?"

Wei Dong chuckled: "Trying to get money from the US? Watch me demonstrate... Okay, okay, Wilkam Tujiangzhou!"

Lin Wangfu also arrived, hiding behind Wu Shengyun and smiling: "I'm starting to believe that his attitude towards Chinese people is different now. At least in my interactions with him, it's never been this exaggerated."

The official translators and university student translators who had been with him since Pingjing, plus the Chinese translators that Mr. Awald brought from North America, made Wei Dong feel like he was a god.

Because all investments by the Wanmad Hotel Group must be joint ventures with Dongsheng Hotel Management Company holding a controlling stake.

It's not a policy restriction, nor is it deliberate obstruction from various parties; it's simply a genuine necessity.

From Pingjing and Shanghai to the hotels in the plateau region, all must be controlled by Weidong Holdings. This might just be the largest joint venture project in the country this year.

In fact, there are two other semiconductor manufacturing plants with a combined value of two to three hundred million US dollars, which were also acquired by Weidong Holdings!

It was obvious that they were leaving Wei Dong to negotiate business, which almost exhausted the translator.

That's too much trouble!

They had experienced it once in Pingjing, and it was almost impossible to get away with it without Wei Dong. No one made the decision, no one was willing to take the challenge, and everything needed to be studied and considered.

Those who dare to make exaggerated claims are judged by experienced hotel tycoons to be unreliable.

That's why we asked Wei Dong to take full charge when we arrived in Shanghai. Look how smoothly the work in Shanghai is progressing now.

Then, when you get to the high-altitude areas, the number of difficulties increases dramatically compared to all the previous ones.

It's as solid as if it were frozen by snow and ice!
Without the assistance and promotion of Dawa and Yu Songhai, it would have been impossible to reach an agreement.

Mr. Awald could hardly have imagined how different the styles were between Shanghai, Beijing, and the plateau, but it highlighted the importance of Weidong.

Upon meeting, they greeted each other with a hug: "It's so beautiful! This plateau is breathtakingly beautiful, so I must build the best hotel there and become a pioneer in tourism!"

Wei Dong then adopted the shameless demeanor of a comprador from a poor country: "Look at how crowded and chaotic this place is, doesn't it resemble a provincial capital in a high-altitude region?"

At this time, Jiangzhou Railway Station is located near the river, and naturally, there are layers of buildings on the hillside next to it. The shantytowns that look like slums are built haphazardly and are particularly jarring to the eye.

But nobody seems to realize it.

It would only be forty years later that the Citibank business team from developed regions would find it visually jarring, while even the locals wouldn't find it particularly dilapidated.

It might be similar to how mainland Chinese people will feel when they see Kathmandu and the streets of India 30 or 40 years from now.

The hotel tycoon looked around and immediately nodded: "Crowded and chaotic?" Several translators from different backgrounds debated how to translate it, completely unlike when Qin Yuye was there and could say whatever he wanted.

But they certainly don't know the significance of having Weidong bring this up.

This guy actually laughed and inspired the successful businessman: "So, after you've spent a fortune building the best hotel in the provincial capital of the plateau, what's the most important thing you should address to ensure your customers' comfort, right after the plane lands..."

With the key points already highlighted, what else could the hotel tycoon not have thought of: "Cars?! Highways?"

Dawa definitely came along, but this time he was accompanied by many more of his clansmen, and his entourage was no less impressive than that of a hotel tycoon.

The sacred lake he recommended was near the provincial capital's airport, even closer than to the city center, though the road wasn't very good, consisting of dirt roads that traversed mountains and valleys.

From a tourist's perspective, do they care whether the locals are doing well or not? What a load of rubbish! They just want to arrive comfortably at a place with stunning scenery. They're willing to endure some hardship on the way there. The feeling of suddenly seeing breathtaking beauty after going through all that trouble is even more exhilarating.

Local poor folks shouldn't come and spoil our vacation.

If you imagine the mindset of mainland tourists traveling to Southeast Asia 30 or 40 years from now, you'll understand.

Wei Dong himself had never been there, but he sat in the security room and listened to those smug retired cadres boast about it many times.

So if it's touted as high-end and luxurious, then you have to get into a luxury car as soon as you get off the plane, right?

Is the feeling of being rocked over by 212 worth the price? Isn't it ruining the experience?
Wei Dong applauded enthusiastically like a jester: "If you have time, stay here for a few days. I have a few hotel projects to discuss with you. You can also take a look at this country's auto expo. The level is very, very low. You'll understand then. Get some high-end buses and high-end off-road vehicles that others can't get for your VIPs to enjoy. I'll take care of the import procedures and send them to the plateau. That's what makes your masterpiece worthy of your hard work."

At this moment, the mainland is eagerly seeking talent, and high-end cars, which are considered treasures, are as common as cabbages at Citibank.

In 1986, the United States was at the peak of its national fortunes, incredibly wealthy, militarily powerful, and technologically advanced. Looking around, only the United States could be considered a worthy opponent, but even that was already at its limit. It was truly a country that the whole world worshipped and looked down upon.

Mr. Avald kept saying, "Ouk Ouk, Leopabuleri!"

Especially when Wei Dong was only given a Suzuki minivan and a Land Rover Defender, he shook his head vehemently and said no, no, this level of hospitality was definitely not acceptable.

Han Guobin craned his neck and pricked up his ears to listen to the translation, his admiration for his boss was like a never-ending river.

They deliberately drive beat-up cars so they can get luxury cars from foreigners!

That's roughly the idea.

Money is no longer of great significance to Wei Dong. Regardless of making money domestically or overseas, once the sales model and structure are in place, the absence of competitors means he can crush the competition and rake in profits.

Wei Dong had been controlling this pace since he started making sanitary napkins, preventing wealth from accumulating in his hands too early or too quickly.

Now it's about retrieving things, trying every means to retrieve advanced equipment and technology from the public.

Besides, he's clearly a billionaire, so what's wrong with driving a small van?

When a rich person wears flip-flops, people around them will praise them for being true to themselves.

Taking a beautiful woman to eat at a roadside stall is quite romantic.

So they boarded a minibus and took Mr. Awald to the Salt Guild.

The train station is very close, only two or three kilometers away.

Let Wei Dong not talk to him about history or construction, but only about the Yangtze River next to him, which leads all the way to the sea in Shanghai: "That place is similar to Xinxiang, which spans the entire land area. This is the source, about two or three thousand kilometers away. My business is mainly in these two places."

Somewhat surprisingly, after seeing the old mansion of the Salt Industry Association, the hotel tycoon immediately confirmed that it could be transformed into a hotel, but shook his head at the idea of ​​having Wei Dong acquire the surrounding shantytowns and dilapidated buildings and transform them into a large cultural heritage tourist area...

"It is precisely these low and dilapidated buildings that set off the nobility of this place and make people willing to live here. If this whole area were to become beautiful, who would want to live here? Go and see my hotel in Mumbai, it is a jewel that has been elevated by a vast slum!"

Wei Dong chuckled inwardly, thinking, "I'm aiming for common prosperity and a well-off life," but outwardly he said, "Thank you for your insightful advice."

Then they took the person to eat at a roadside stall.

Even Wu Shengyun felt that his boss's move was simply unpredictable.

We have a top-tier chef with state banquet experience, a top-notch restaurant, and a private kitchen, but I don't need any of that. I'm going to take you to eat hot pot instead.

Forty years from now, netizens might joke that this is a test of obedience!

It's not about demanding that the Citibank tycoon obey anything, but rather testing the other party's bottom line.

The hot pot of this time was nothing like the fancy development of the last few decades. It was just an iron wok with a metal grid of nine compartments shaped like a well. The fragrant, spicy broth was served, and the stove was made of cement bricks and burned honeycomb briquettes.

Plates of tripe, duck intestines, beef aorta, and loach, with fingernails dripping with broth soaking into earthenware bowls, were brought out with shouts of delight.

Wei Dong continued to ramble on: "Look, it's very backward, very backward. There are many aspects that need to be developed. Should all the supporting links in the hotel industry be introduced from Citibank?"

Even Lin Wangfu, who could understand English, was shocked. "You've got some serious plans!" he thought, quickly signaling to the others not to disturb him.

(End of this chapter)