My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 667 A Mix of Dragons and Phoenixes, Dogs and Thieves
Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the emphasis has always been on not losing face when dealing with foreigners.

Even if you break your teeth, you have to swallow it down; you can never admit defeat.

I will do my best to treat any friendly guest well.

Even if the economic conditions are not good now and the accommodation is average, a table full of delicious food is still no problem.

Let Wei Dong say no, this guy is here to do business, there's no such thing as a philanthropist who comes only to give benefits.

Having been disabled for forty years, I have received some kind words, but more often I face reality.

I've long since learned not to care about these superficial things.

I thought it was like the ancient Celestial Empire, where people from all directions came to offer their congratulations.

Even if a mosquito flies by, I'll scrape off two ounces of oil!

Mr. Avald, who had been frowning as he watched the bubbling, fiery red soup, immediately turned his attention to it after hearing the translator's words: "What do you mean?"

Wei Dong slowly revealed his thoughts: "I have a shampoo factory and a cosmetics factory, producing legal products that have passed FDA certification. I also have a clothing factory with matching fabrics, providing qualified pajamas, sheets, and duvet covers at low prices. Only in such a backward place can these products be manufactured with extremely low labor costs. Therefore, I need a partner with extremely high consumption."

Wanmad Hotel Group now has more than 2,000 hotels.

Even though most of them are budget chain hotels with dozens or hundreds of rooms.

The total amount of all these consumables used is also enormous.

As soon as Wei Dong started his hotel business, he set his sights on the consumables business.

A hotel tycoon of the same caliber probably wouldn't even pay attention to these details. He's got thousands of stores and a business worth hundreds of millions of dollars. You're talking to me about the supply list for bed sheets and shampoo?

It would be good enough if they could assign a subordinate or relevant department to handle the matter.

However, the Wanmad Hotel Group relies on budget hotels as its core business, with luxury and high-end hotels being merely embellishments.

Therefore, the details of this management model are the key to success.

It is even regarded as a core component.

Any change in any cost item can be amplified into a large number over a year of operation for tens or tens of thousands of rooms.

Wei Dong had just watched similar videos, various hotel videos that became very popular in China thirty or forty years later.

This leaves behind such a stereotype.

The man nodded intently: "I'll send someone to coordinate and guide your consumable supply production. We'll test it at your hotel first. If the quality is up to standard and meets our system's requirements, we can gradually expand to other hotels. Of course, I'm happy to accept inexpensive and high-quality consumables, especially from a trustworthy partner like you..."

When the translator said that, Wei Dong wanted to shout, "Okay, okay, you can put down your chopsticks, let's go to a top-notch Sichuan or Chongqing banquet and talk slowly."

As Mr. Avald pondered and discussed, he actually followed Wei Dong's example, picking up a slice of tripe and simmering it in the boiling soup.

Clearly, from Beijing to Shanghai, and then to the plateau, this person has already learned to use chopsticks quite well.

Wei Dong's behavior was just a habitual, low-class act. In a conversation-oriented setting, he didn't want to waste food since it was already hot, so he casually dipped it in the oil sauce and ate it.

The hotel tycoon casually put it in his mouth, just like the other tycoon, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets!

In fact, Qin Yuye had explained to Wei Dong that foreigners don't really like Chinese food. Their taste buds and dietary habits are already used to bread, fries, beans, and bland soups. They don't like the intense flavors of fresh, fragrant, spicy, and numbing dishes.

Just as not all people in eastern Guangdong like northern cuisine, some people in eastern China also dislike the blandness of southern cuisine; everyone has their own taste preferences.

However, if everyone in the Southwest region eats hot pot, there is a generally accepted principle that the best part of hot pot is the first bite, because that's when the contrast in taste bud stimulation is the greatest. After a few more bites, it's not so special anymore.

And the most recommended first bite is tripe.

Because the rough, wrinkled skin can lock in a lot of seasoning broth, and the chewy, elastic texture can give you that explosive feeling of a beef ball.

Many locals who are tired of this dish often only eat this at business dinners, and then sit back, chat, drink, and act as guests.

Mr. Avald was clearly experiencing an explosion of fresh and delicious flavors in his mouth, flavors he had never tasted before.

He raised his hand to signal that he should be quiet, then closed his eyes tightly, pulling his eyeballs back in, and chewed slowly.

They have clearly already enjoyed its wonders.

Wei Dong laughed and started boiling the vegetables himself, even giving Lin Wangfu and He Yuzhu a taunting look, telling them to try it too.

Dawa was one thing, but he sat down at the table with the two of them, no longer bothering to hide his shrewdness, and didn't seem to care what they ate.

In short, these people are mainly here to see how Wei Dong deals with the bigwigs at Citibank.

Little did they expect that by inadvertently overcoming this psychological hurdle, they would no longer feel the same awe and superiority over other businessmen when they fought against them in the future. If it weren't for Wei Dong, Lin Wangfu's life would have ended in his final showdown with Steve.

He Yuzhu's generation was even more restricted by this constraint.

After a while, the hotel tycoon, still savoring the experience, exclaimed, "This is fantastic! I've always enjoyed trying the unique cuisines of Southeast Asia, South America, and Africa, but I never expected to find Langbo Bay, the place I've always dreamed of!"

That's a ruthless person; she dares to eat even her third brother's food.

Wei Dong casually boasted, "If I eat this every day, I won't feel the same way. It's nice to have a bite once in a while. Look, that shop over there is the one I used to run when I first started doing business a few years ago."

Avald stretched his neck to look, then took two more bites.

At that time in Jiangzhou, even if you wanted to eat hot pot, there were only a handful of shops, and there weren't many individually owned restaurants.

The food street is the most concentrated area, and the most famous and busiest place.

Today, a bunch of foreigners came to eat hot pot, and it was packed with people.

Most people probably wouldn't recognize that Rang Weidong is the owner here.

Since buying that building to open a mala tang (spicy hot pot) shop, Wei Dong has basically stopped lingering around here. It was Dong Xueying who led the team that made his fortune at the military post guesthouse at the street corner, and now he likes coming here even less.

The neighbors and diners all thought that this young man in an ordinary jacket was calm and composed, chatting and laughing with the foreigners.

Only the owner of this hot pot restaurant dared to muster the courage to speak to him: "Young man, you look familiar. Do you think our hot pot is good? Could you please give us a chance to take a photo together? We can hang it in the store later."

Wei Dong himself stopped eating and looked at her approvingly: "That's right, try to seize these opportunities. No problem. Just take a picture of what you're eating. Wouldn't that be more convincing? Remember to label it as Mr. Avald, the big boss of a very famous hotel group in Citibank."

Zhenxi quickly pulled out an X camera from the counter. It seems she often does this trick, as there are quite a few photos hanging on the wall.

He told Wei Dong not to disturb the foreigner who was happily eating with a wide grin, and instead made a thumbs-up gesture and moved closer for a photo.

Even while busy eating, the hotel tycoon was very knowledgeable and gave a thumbs-up with his other hand in agreement.

After struggling to chew the piece, I said, "It seems like what you said is true. The later parts weren't as amazing. I was just thinking of putting this special delicacy in the highland hotel, but we need to make adjustments to the hygiene."

To put Wei Dong at ease: "Just use a small induction cooker to heat this exquisite stainless steel pot as a dish. I'll introduce the local cuisine tomorrow. This place is a famous food capital even in China, with its own unique characteristics."

He said it casually, but little did he know that the proprietress had been secretly listening nearby.

After having a quick bite and considering it a proper experience, Wei Dong gestured for Wu Shengyun to pay the bill and leave. However, the proprietress leaned down and whispered in Wei Dong's ear, "Excuse me, could you recommend our hot pot to his hotel? I can make improvements based on what you just suggested. What does the induction cooker look like?"

They already had them. Wei Dong and his team had been getting several microwave ovens and induction cookers from Hong Kong since last year to prepare for imitation. However, they later discovered a shortage of components, and more importantly, they shifted their focus entirely to computers.

So now they are all placed in the food street, the white building, and the electronics building for heating employee meals.

There used to be a rest area in the tax service hall.

Wei Dong secretly admired this, realizing that opportunities are everywhere, but most people never dare to take the step: "Later, find Manager Wu. After you've improved the dish, I can introduce you to Jiangzhou Restaurant in Beijing to make it. Try to seize this opportunity and promote hot pot nationwide."

The proprietress was so excited that she wanted to give the meal for free, but Wu Shengyun smiled and put down the stack of banknotes: "Just remember that this is a favor from Big Brother. We are people of Bailou, and we don't take advantage of small things."

Lin Wangfu and He Yuzhu could both hear the arrogance in his voice.

Little did they know how ruthless this guy was.

The proprietress clearly understood what she meant, and later she came to Bailou to ask to join them.

That night, Wei Dong kicked the pretty boy in the food street again: "Is that what I meant? I just thought he was hardworking and cherished the opportunity, so I helped him out. The Beijing Liaison Office can also have this local specialty dish. I didn't mean to merge this store. I'd rather have my eye on a hot pot restaurant."

Wu Shengyun just respectfully took the beating, and then continued to do things his own way: "Big brother is very righteous, but as a younger brother, you have to consider your own interests when you do things, so that you can look good both inside and out. Her hot pot restaurant has already made a name for itself on the food street, but it only has about ten tables. If she follows us, we won't take any money from her. We'll help her grow bigger and stronger, but she has to be like me, her big brother's dog, and she has to obey."

Wei Dong was both amused and exasperated. He thought, "It's the same as me trying to get some opportunities from foreigners to make money, just like this hot pot restaurant owner trying to get some opportunities."

It's just empathy.

It's about controlling the other party.

But he also knew that Wu Shengyun was right; a wasted gift was useless and might even lead to a situation like the farmer and the snake.

A combination of kindness and strictness is the only way for those in positions of power to succeed.

It's far better to bring in someone who dares to fight and seize opportunities than a bunch of mediocre people who just follow along.

Little did they expect what sparks this still-charming proprietress would ignite in Pyeongjin.

(End of this chapter)