My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 840 Times Change

It's been over three months since I left for Citibank.

I miss them terribly.

Except for the silly son who seemed not to recognize his father.

The reporter, still sensitive, asked: "Are these... all your children?"

After Wei Dong nodded and put his daughter in the van, he explained in a low voice, "She's my ex-wife's child, so she's considered an adopted daughter."

The reporters breathed a sigh of relief; violating family planning policies was quite serious at this point.

Therefore, times change, and rules are not immutable.

It's quite normal for a young man who's been through a lot in Shanghai to be drained of his life force by a brothel queen.

So, Wei Dong was incredibly happy to sleep on the floor with the university students in Pyeongjin.

We're not busy right now, it's only 10 a.m., so let's drive the reporters to the commercial center in the northern district first.

It was still packed with people.

Large supermarkets have already organized their goods in a well-organized manner, and they are trying to ship goods from all over the country to Jiangzhou to boost local production capacity.

Sister Duan has already met up with Han Guobin and the others and gone to southern Henan to attend the Autumn National Sugar and Wine Fair.

This wave is expected to bring about a significant increase in the number of product categories sold.

According to Han Guobin's plan, this "large supermarket" model, which had been proven in Jiangzhou, should be promoted to branches across the country, at least in provincial capitals.

Isn't this just a chain supermarket?
Wei Dong didn't know much to say, because he didn't understand either; he hadn't even been to a large shopping mall many times.

I watch it mostly on my phone.

Therefore, the current main sales force consists of various clothing items sourced from eastern Guangdong and Shanghai, along with casual wear from Xililai and X-C jeans, with local specialties from surrounding areas like Shangzhou serving as supplementary products.

According to Fengchu's analysis, the average daily sales are around 1.2 million to slightly over, but the peak during holidays can reach 3 million.

This is just the sales revenue of the large supermarket on the basement floor. The vendors in the cubicles on the second and third floors, and the restaurants and eateries on the fourth and fifth floors, all settle their own accounts. Even though they specially asked the district tax office to handle the fixed-amount tax, they still don't know how much each of them actually does.

On the contrary, the Hongguang Hotel on the sixth floor did not generate much revenue. At nine yuan a night, with more than two hundred rooms, it only had a turnover of two or three thousand yuan.

Even Dong Xueqing was a little worried that this might not be worthwhile.

The tea house in the rooftop garden alone costs more than that in a day.

The reporters were certainly amazed by this brand-new "commercial complex." They arranged to have lunch at the cafeteria next to the office area on the sixth floor, and then excitedly began taking photos and conducting interviews everywhere.

The remaining family of four slowly wandered through the crowd. Even if Lhamo Drolma wanted to pick up the children, she couldn't, so she just followed along.

Two Taoist priests and three security guards quietly surrounded them from the front and back.

Wei Dong didn't even understand the core of this kind of business entity.

The only advantage is that there are no competitors vying for the market right now: "Let's just try it out. Anyway, our goal isn't to make money. Once we get this mindset right, many things will fall into place."

I tried my best to call every day, but I didn't mention it over the phone.

Wei Dong, holding his daughter, turned to whisper in Erwa's mother's ear: "After clearing up all the accounts, we've already received over 700 million US dollars from Citibank this time, not including the monthly accumulated income, and the commissions from deliveries alone will be more than that."

Fengchu knew he had made money this time, but he hadn't expected it to be so much, and he was so surprised that he stuck out his tongue.

Xiaodie insisted on squeezing between the two of them to listen.

So Dong Xueqing just hugged her arms tightly: "Then I do have confidence. Sometimes I'm still afraid that this tightrope walk of staying on the break-even line might capsize. What if something suddenly goes wrong and the cash flow is cut off? I'm always nervous and worried about that."

Wei Dong then casually mentioned the film factory and film sales department: "It's been three years. We've organized college students to do sales work and have supported a large number of people from all over the country who have earned tens of thousands of yuan and become managers. There will definitely be people who try to poach talent, take advantage of the system, and do something underhanded. The whole operation depends on your management, but it's really time to reshuffle the deck."

Fengchu chimed in, racking his brains: "How do we wash it?"

Wei Dong was pondering this question on the way: "Hold a national conference! This time, we'll hold it in Shanghai. The automobile production line is taking shape by the end of the year and New Year's Day, and computer deliveries are at their peak. There are many highlights in Shanghai that everyone should see. We should urge everyone to broaden their horizons and re-evaluate the managers of the national branch offices. We can't let seniority be the guarantee of a secure job. The capable should be in charge!"

Dong Xueqing lacked Shen Laosan's decisiveness and ruthlessness, and she also lacked Wei Dong's imperial mindset as a wild lord.

I still believe that systems are the foundation of management: "Should we invite foreign experts to impart advanced management experience? I only learned a smattering of it at the post office."

Wei Dong couldn't help but tease, "Wow, even our half-baked experts are so capable, I definitely wouldn't look down on those foreign experts!"

Fengchu tilted her head back and smiled brightly, the smile practically flowing from her eyes. She even stood on tiptoe and pouted.

Even in the bustling market, he only had eyes for Wei Dong.

Such public displays of affection were rare in the 1980s. Wei Dong quickly pecked at her and led her away, while Xiao Die pushed her aunt away in disgust.

Dong Xueqing chuckled and said, "Mainly because Xiaoye called me from Citibank these past few days, saying how amazing those North American business managers are. She recruited a few to use in Shanghai. Also, after using the hotel group's management software, I realized how rudimentary ours is. There's really a lot to learn."

Oh dear, mentioning his wife made Wei Dong suddenly feel guilty: "You two still call each other often?"

Erwa's mother made a funny face: "Call me whenever you're not around. Xiaoyue calls often too. They've both called these past few days, which means they're not with you." Wei Dong quickly tried to prove his innocence: "No, no, when I came to Pingjing, I slept on the floor in the service center lobby with the college students."

Dong Xueqing laughed even harder: "I know, Xiao Yu also called me. She's been calling me every day since you arrived, telling me how hard you've been working. Sister Ai called less, but she did tell me about her work abroad. I told her to contact Xiao Ye when she gets there, so she can keep me company."

Wei Dong felt completely wronged: "When Xiao Yu was my secretary in Pingjing, I only met Ai Jiayi once, and it was all about work."

Unlike her sister, Dong Xueqing didn't suffer from anxiety or immense pressure. Instead, she was indulgent and spoiled her without any limits: "I know, anything is fine. You're so busy outside, play some ball, go dancing..."

Wei Dong was so angry he spat, "When did I ever dance?!"

Dong Xueqing laughed until her stomach hurt, groaning as she clung to her husband's arm and squeezed towards the stairs: "Come on, come on, my legs are a little sore, let's go upstairs and find a room to rest."

Wei Dong's problem is that he can't resist being flirted with. Once he lets his guard down, he can't resist even a flirty wink from Dong Xueqing, let alone a queen of romance.

I immediately went upstairs, still a little anxious.

There were no rooms available!
Business is just that good.

The two sixth floors are connected by a sky bridge and have 218 guest rooms, and they are all fully booked!

The boss frowned deeply, wanting to yell at the hell out of the way, "Get the hell out of my room right now!"

I'm already feeling hot and bothered!
Dong Xueqing, her ears burning red, quietly took his hand and led him toward the office area of ​​the business center, where the boss's office was located, and she would occasionally come here to handle business.

Wei Dongcai then gave his children to Lamu Zhuoma.

These two were no pushovers either. They exchanged sly glances and made faces at each other, then quickly tried to coax the wailing Xiaodie into going to find some rare and interesting thing.

That finally freed up some space for the two of them, allowing them to release their pent-up desires on the desk in the sixth-floor office.

Even after it was over, they didn't want to separate. Dong Xueqing hugged Wei Dong tightly and pressed his head against her chest.

He took a deep breath of her breath: "Brother... I'll always be here for you like this, I just want you to be happy and relaxed."

She let Wei Dong hug her tightly and leaned back in the chair.

Dong Xueqing, who was sitting astride, laughed: "Xiao Ye told me everything, and said that she doesn't want children right now!"

Wei Dong was so shocked he almost bared his teeth, and tried to break free but failed.

Dong Xueqing tightly clutched her head: "This is the last time I'll apologize on behalf of my sister. It was Xiaoye who explained it to me, and I finally understood the hurt. I just hope that you will never be unhappy."

Even a fool could hear the intense emotion in those whispered words, which truly opened Wei Dong's heart and made him feel relieved. He tilted his head back and kissed her, silencing her: "I'm so happy, let's not talk about the past..."

Okay, then let's not talk about it anymore, here we go again.

The young man was very energetic.

The bustling city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, with no tall buildings around, is quite exciting.

So let Weidong have lunch with the reporters in the cafeteria by himself.

It's like the two-dollar buffet at the Pingjing Express Hotel, but here, in addition to an employee card, you also need a hotel key card.

After all, there are various restaurants and eateries on the two floors downstairs, so we can't compete with them for business.

It primarily focuses on internal services.

Without her aunt, Xiaodie would sit quietly on her father's lap and eat with a spoon, even feeding Weidong the good parts.

It's just a little small, so it has a bit of a struggle to move around on the table.

Wei Dong remembered to gesture to Ram that as the child grows up, he will need to sit on a children's high stool to eat. He had never run a restaurant before and didn't have this idea.

When you get home, remember to remind someone to find a carpentry workshop to make one.

Moreover, all budget hotels should have this feature in their attached restaurants in the future.

Super 6 hotels did indeed open very quickly and swiftly, almost hastily, opening up in various locations. Budget hotels don't have the attention to detail of having restaurants.

Therefore, this part needs to be done first and then gradually filled in.

The girl from the plateau seemed to have grown a bit taller, and she was very serious as she gripped her pencil tightly and wrote things down in her notebook.

Zhuoma jogged over with the food and baby bottle to the office to take care of the mother and child.

The well-informed reporter had been observing at the cafeteria tables and noticed some ethnic characteristics, even asking Wei Dong about them.

He casually added, "Oh, Yu Songhai? He used to be a reporter at your Sunshine Daily's Chengdu station. Later, he was transferred to his wife's family in the plateau region. These two are family members there. Now she's our little sister, and she'll live and grow up here, and eventually start her own family."

Ram gripped the pencil in his hand even tighter and wrote more carefully, albeit in a crooked and uneven manner.

Wei Dong noticed it and was very satisfied.

But they didn't notice the three reporters opposite them exchanging surprised glances.

(End of this chapter)