Courtyard houses: Those who are capable are rewarded, and many children bring many blessings.

"That's it? I'd like to tell you my own thoughts." Niu Chengqun didn't expect that he would be assigned something to do as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Oh, then tell me, but I don't want to hear just empty rhetoric; I want concrete, practical implementation methods. If not, then listen to me." After saying that, Niu Dazhuang stared at him, waiting for him to continue.

Niu Chengqun awkwardly scratched his head: "Then I'll listen to you."

"Well, don't think that what I asked you to do is simple. These days, design and construction companies are all very secure jobs. Getting them to work for our family is not an easy task. In other words, it's not something that can be solved with money alone."

"I know that. I used to work at that factory. Getting anything approved required going through several procedures. By the way, where is your family's hotel located?"

"Chang'an Avenue, right next to the current Yanjing Hotel!"

"Wow! Dad's really something. How did our family manage to build a hotel in this place? And it's a wholly-owned subsidiary?"

Niu Dazhuang felt extremely satisfied this time. Ever since his children grew up, they all said that he was not a very reliable father. The admiration he had for them when they were young was completely gone.

This time, I felt that same adoring look in my child's eyes again.

He was secretly pleased, but on the surface he had to maintain a calm demeanor: "The special approval it received—that our family's hotel was built in this location—wasn't for making money, but rather as a symbol," he said, patting his eldest son.

"Make sure you do a good job of this. Government leaders will definitely be there when it opens."

Niu Chengqun asked with a smile, "That's for sure, Dad. Is the hotel finished yet?"

"What, you want to interfere?"

"This must cost over a million. Such a large investment, and it's a symbol of our family. We definitely wouldn't feel comfortable letting outsiders manage it."

"Just say what you really want to say, don't beat around the bush."

"Oh, I don't mind. Your daughter-in-law is a doctor at the hospital..."

"Managing such a large hotel is no easy task. If you want your wife to suffer, go ahead." In Niu Dazhuang's view, managing too much work means suffering.

What does it mean to have power and be flattered by your subordinates? What does it mean to give orders to others and make them feel superior?

Niu Dazhuang wasn't interested in any of these things.

Nothing compares to this: embracing beautiful women on one side and making money rapidly on the other. Using his memories from his past life to fleece capitalists, this is the feeling that Niu Dazhuang enjoys most.

Three days after Lin Ajiao and the others returned, Shao Fuzi and seven or eight people checked into the Yanjing Hotel.

Director Huang Ning and his team were already waiting in the lobby on the first floor, and Grandma Qing was also called in as the middleman.

In 83, the entertainment industry in mainland China was like a towering mountain compared to the entertainment industry in Hong Kong.

Both groups were sitting on the sofa in the hall. The so-called middleman, Grandma Qing, was skilled at social maneuvering, but none of the directors and actors from Hong Kong Island who had worked with her came, so she didn't know how to introduce them.

Director Huang didn't know who the thin, middle-aged man leading the group was. Judging from their conversation, they seemed to be from Hong Kong.

The handsome men and beautiful women around him were clearly actors.

The two sides were in an awkward situation. It was Director Wong who took the initiative to stand up and politely ask, "Excuse me, are you actors from Hong Kong Island?" Director Wong did not expect that the head of TVB would personally lead the team.

It's also Niu Dazhuang's fault; he didn't explain clearly over the phone, only saying to bring a few male and female actors who could sing. He didn't tell me why.

Seeing how polite they were, Master Shao stood up as well. Since the boss had stood up, the rest of the people followed suit.

"Yes, who are you?" Master Shao didn't say much, and since he didn't recognize the person, he spoke even less.

Just as the visitor was about to engage in awkward small talk, they heard the sound of a car engine outside the gate, followed by a piercing screech of brakes.

In the small parking lot outside, a black Mercedes pulled up, and a stunningly beautiful woman stepped out of the driver's seat. She wore a red wool coat with flared cuffs, which accentuated her fair complexion.

Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders. Her black high riding boots clicked and clacked on the ground.

A man got out of the black Mercedes. This man, along with the car and the woman who was as beautiful as an angel, was clearly out of place. He wasn't dressed in a suit and tie, but rather in cotton clothes and trousers, and especially, he was wearing a leather hat.

The two stood together, one experiencing autumn, the other experiencing winter.

Guan Meimei gently took Niu Dazhuang's arm and whispered, "My car is faster, isn't it? And it's not cold on the road. From now on, I'll be your professional driver whenever you go out."

"A cool breeze is good for your health."

Director Huang had never met Niu Dazhuang before. When he saw Shao Fuzi leading the way to greet him, he followed. Grandma Qing had met him once before and recognized Niu Dazhuang. She quickly opened the hotel door.

Niu Dazhuang first warmly shook hands with Master Shao, but didn't shake hands with the hand Master Shao brought, only nodding in acknowledgment.

He turned and glanced at Grandma Qing.

"Brother-in-law, this is Director Huang, who is in charge of this party." This is called leveraging influence.

Niu Dazhuang was visibly taken aback by the address, but didn't point it out. He smiled and shook hands with Director Huang, saying, "Master Shao, hand over the singers you're managing to Director Huang. Let's go upstairs; I have something to tell you."

He turned to Guan Meinu and said, "Go to the fifth floor, room 505, and call Ajiao down so she can get acquainted with Director Huang and the others. Naiqing, Lin Ajiao is a star of Green Frog, and she's my woman. You'd better take good care of her."

"Brother-in-law, you don't need to tell us. They are all our honored guests. Don't worry, we will take good care of them."

Besides the private rooms for Lin Ajiao and the Zhang sisters, Niu Dazhuang also had a private room on the top floor that he booked year-round. One purpose was to entertain friends from Hong Kong Island and Las Vegas, and the other was to bring his women over for fun in the winter.

Don't be fooled by how well-behaved and cautious everyone was when Master Shao was around; now that the boss and the bigwigs have gone upstairs...

They all became arrogant, acting like they owned the place. They were practically looking down on people with their chins.

Guan Meimei, who came down with Lin Ajiao, couldn't stand it anymore: "Huang Ahua, Zheng Qianqiu, don't go too far. My godfather invited you here because of Master Shao. Believe me, when my godfather comes down, he'll make sure you don't get a single job for half a year."

Huang Ahua had no connections, so he immediately backed down and kept quiet.

"Zheng Qianqiu, I don't want to say anything unpleasant. If you feel wronged after coming to the mainland, you can go back tomorrow. I'll reimburse your airfare."

Despite Guan Meinu's meek and obedient demeanor in the Niu family, it's because she was the last to enter the family and the youngest; they're all older sisters, so there's nothing she can do about it.

It's a different story outside...