Dad, don't be greedy! My brother climbed into the emperor's bed, and I became famous overn

At the same time that Wen Yanzhi was making great strides in the imperial palace.

In the southwest corner of the outskirts of Beijing, behind the workshop of the Orange Red Business Division.

Yan Xiaoliu stood confidently in a wide-open space.

With his hands on his hips, he stared intently at the row of empty employee dormitories in front of him.

This area is backed by a lush, gently sloping hill, and in front of it is a shallow stream where fish swim.

This is definitely one of the most scenic areas in their Orange Red Business Unit's premises.

Behind Yan Xiaoliu, more than twenty foremen of craftsmen with their sleeves rolled up high stood ready.

Old Liu, the craftsman, wiped the sweat from his brow and asked in a rough voice, "Manager Yan, just give the orders! What exactly does the master want us to change? We brothers will listen to you!"

Yan Xiaoliu took out a blueprint drawn by Wen Yanzhi from his pocket.

Like a general reviewing his troops, he began assigning tasks.

"Old Liu, you and a few others take some men and take charge of furnishing the place."

"Every single room over there must be made with furniture strictly according to the blueprints! Not a single measurement can be off!"

"Zhu Zi, take some men to buy decorative items. Place fresh, dew-kissed flowers in white porcelain vases on the tables, and lay Western-style felt rugs on the floor!"

Zhu Zi was astonished and couldn't help but interject.

"My goodness, Manager Yan, we're just guests staying here, why are you laying Western Region felt carpets on the floor? How much money must that have cost!"

"You don't know anything! This is called style!"

Yan Xiaoliu's eyes widened, and she proudly raised her chin.

"We want our guests to feel, the moment they open the door, that they're not paying for a hotel, but rather entering a charming, picturesque villa in the Jiangnan region!"

"If we're going to do something, Pujitang will do it the only one of its kind in the entire capital!"

Everyone nodded repeatedly, their eyes shining with pride.

After scolding Zhu Zi, Yan Xiaoliu pointed at a few other people.

"Zhang, you take your men and finish all the hard furnishings. Hang up all those bamboo curtains and fabric decorations that Peach Blossom Spring sent!"

After arranging the room, Yan Xiaoliu suddenly turned around and swung his arm outwards with a flourish.

"As for this area in front of the gate, pave it entirely with bluestone slabs, and plant moss in every crack!"

"I planted all sorts of flowers and plants on both sides of the stone slab."

"See that old locust tree over there? Make a sturdy and nice swing frame under it!"

"Let's put a few more deck chairs by the stream!"

Pujitang's greatest corporate culture today is its swift and decisive execution.

At Yan Xiaoliu's command, more than twenty foremen of craftsmen immediately began to gather their subordinates.

Everyone found their place and got to work enthusiastically.

For a time, the site was filled with the clanging and banging of sawing wood and hammering nails.

Yan Xiaoliu himself was not idle for even a moment.

Following the long shopping list, he first went to the best porcelain shop in the capital and ordered two hundred vases with light glaze.

Then, without stopping, he went to the flower market in the south of the city and bought a whole truckload of fresh flowers and potted plants with the fragrance of soil.

In just five days.

When Gu Mingyue stepped into this place again, the once ordinary staff dormitory area had undergone a complete transformation.

The backdrop is green mountains and clear waters, and what comes into view is the white walls and black tiles of the Jiangnan style.

At the entrance of each antique-style house, an exquisite bamboo lantern is hung.

Push open the carved window lattice, and you'll see a small potted jasmine plant in full bloom on the windowsill.

As I pushed open the door, a delicate floral fragrance wafted towards me.

The bluestone path in the courtyard was spotless after being washed by water, and the newly planted roses on both sides were sprouting delicate flower buds.

The swing frame under the old locust tree had been polished smooth and shiny, and even the hemp rope was wrapped in soft cloth.

If it is dusk, you can sit at the stone table in the courtyard, brew a pot of good tea, and clearly hear the pleasant sound of flowing water a few steps away.

The hardware project is progressing steadily.

But Gu Mingyue knew that good looks alone were not enough.

She still has one thing to do: she hasn't found a suitable person to carry it out.

Promotional copy is also very important.

Unfortunately, she still had to write it herself.

Inside the logistics park's office building.

Gu Mingyue sat at the desk with a frown.

Several lines of text were written densely on the Xuan paper in front of her, but she crossed them out one by one in frustration.

"No... this way of writing is too detached from reality."

The notice recruiting the first batch of homestay franchisees must not be worded too formally or bluntly.

The ordinary people in Beijing simply don't buy into the service concept of "brand franchising and win-win cooperation".

You need to use language that they can understand and that is down-to-earth.

It also needs to use a gimmick that makes people's gossip instincts burn brightly at first glance, and that makes them feel like they're missing out if they don't join!

She chewed on the brush handle, racking her brains for a long time.

The sun was about to set, but I still couldn't write any copy that satisfied me.

Just then, a very faint rustling sound came from the window.

Gu Mingyue looked up at the sound.

Suddenly, Shadow Guard Yi Wu appeared, squatting like a mushroom in the shadowy corner by the window.

He was holding a small strip of paper, wider than a fingernail, in his hand.

With his head down, he was writing enthusiastically with a piece of charcoal pencil.

No need to guess, that's something he, as a shadow guard, has to do every single day without fail.

She wrote a small note to Prince Xiao Jue of Qi, reporting on Gu Mingyue's daily activities.

Gu Mingyue rested her chin on her hand and looked at him for two seconds.

Suddenly, a wicked thought popped into my head.

She suddenly stood up and quietly slipped away.

"Hey, scribbling away again? What kind of shady stuff are you writing?"

Gu Mingyue suddenly spoke up.

Yi Wu was startled by this sudden question.

The charcoal pencil in his hand suddenly stopped, and he instinctively hid the small piece of paper behind his back.

"A routine daily report to the Fourth Master. Official business!"

Gu Mingyue raised an eyebrow and casually stretched out her fair hand, palm facing upwards.

"Give it to me, let me examine it."

Yi Wu stared at her blankly.

But thinking back on what I just wrote, I didn't write anything involving secrets or anything shameful.

So he handed the note over.

Gu Mingyue snatched it away and casually unfolded it to take a look.

On the crumpled piece of paper, a line of words was written in bold, flowing charcoal:

The young lady has been feeling very lonely lately. She's preparing to lavishly spend money recruiting men throughout the city to fill her empty single life.

Gu Mingyue: "..."

The air fell into a deathly silence.

She took a deep breath.

He swallowed back the vulgar, swear-like phrase that had already risen to his throat.

Don't be angry, don't be angry, and besides, she can't beat Yi Wu.

Oh well, anyway, Yi Wu's notes have always been written in this style of brainstem deficiency.

She should have gotten used to it by now.

Gu Mingyue remained expressionless, preparing to smear the tattered note onto Yi Wu's innocent face.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck her!

She narrowed her beautiful peach blossom eyes slightly, scrutinizing the cold-blooded Yi Wu with intense gaze.

"One Five".

"Um?"

"I have a task for you."

Yi Wu glanced at her sideways, waiting for instructions with a blank expression.

Gu Mingyue shook the note in her hand.

"I need to write a recruitment notice. I want the people of Beijing to see it and be willing to vacate their spare rooms to accommodate guests from out of town."

She explained the general rules and the core requirements.

Standard service reception.

Guests stay for ten days, breakfast included.

Leave a positive review before you leave, and you can exchange a five-star review for one tael of silver at Pujitang.

After listening, Yi Wu tilted his head, not quite understanding.

"What would you like me to write, Miss?"

Gu Mingyue smiled knowingly.

"Write the title. The first sentence, something that makes people want to participate immediately."

Yi Wu tilted his head again, trying to understand.

Then he took the calligraphy brush from Gu Mingyue and spread out a sheet of Xuan paper on the windowsill.

He lowered his head and thought for a while.

I begin to write.