Peony Resort Hotel, every Monday is the regular meeting time for all departments to gather.

Managers and deputy managers of various departments arrived one by one and filled the conference room.

However, in the past few days, their general manager and deputy general manager have gone back to the head office to report on their work, and the regular meeting is presided over by Meng Guoguo, director of the general manager's office.

Meng Hui is a Mediterranean man in his fifties and a blessed body.

Dressed in a suit and leather shoes, he sat in his place, brushing the tea foam from the cup with the lid of the cup, brewing the content of today's meeting.

The managers of the departments were absent-minded and indifferent to the content of the regular meetings - the hotel had only been built for two quarters since its establishment, and it had lost two quarters in a row.

Everyone has long lost their morale and is starting to rot.

As the manager of the sales department, Zhang Sheng is the worst, but he is not afraid of losing his job, because he has relatives at the head office to support him, and he will never be fired.

It's a big deal to change hotels, continue to be a manager, and get the salary correctly.

But there were still two groups at the table that were different from the others: the finance department and the housekeeping department.

The manager of the finance department is only in his thirties, and now his head is bald.

The hotel can't afford to lose money anymore!

The manager of the housekeeping department, a capable woman in her thirties, was mainly worried that the hotel would continue to be so bleak that it might start to lay off employees.

Many of her employees are aunts recruited from nearby villages, and it is not easy for them to find decent jobs with little education, and some of them even paid for the Peony Resort Hotel in the first place.

If there were layoffs, these aunts would definitely be the first to be shot.

After talking about some inconsequential issues, the director of the National Assembly began to let the heads of various departments speak.

The manager of the finance department couldn't sit still at first, looked at Zhang Sheng and asked:

"Manager Zhang, can your public relations and sales department give some effort, if the hotel continues to lose so much, everyone will drink the northwest wind!"

Zhang Sheng leaned on the soft leather back, picked up the dirt in his fingernails with a toothpick, and replied nonchalantly:

"Why don't we do our best, the general environment is not good, and it is useless for my people to play with their lives. The hotel shouldn't have been near this backcountry in the first place, but now you're fine, it's my head to blame? ”

Meng Guoguo sighed and persuaded: "Manager Zhang, no matter what, you might as well think of a move, whether it is to increase publicity or increase discounts, anyway, the rooms are empty, and if you can sell one, you can save some costs." ”

At this time, the manager of the public relations department interjected: "Director Meng said this, I remembered, high-speed advertisers contacted me yesterday and asked if our hotel will do the advertising next quarter, if not, they will withdraw the advertisement." ”

Meng Guoguo was about to ask the manager of the public relations department to continue the advertisement, when Zhang Sheng suddenly interrupted:

"What's the panic, that broken advertising space has no effect at all, and I'm embarrassed to charge so much money! Who else in this backcountry but us would rent their advertising space? If you want me to say, you hang them for a few days, and when they find out that no one is advertising next month, they will definitely reduce the price to find us. ”

Zhang Sheng laughed smugly as he said that, feeling that he was helping the hotel "throttle".

The manager of the finance department secretly scolded Zhang Sheng for being a big fool.

The responsibility of their sales department is "open source", and "throttling" has always been the job of the finance department, when will it be the turn of the sales department to interject?

The manager of the finance department felt that these necessary publicity could not be saved.

Business was already so bleak when the publicity was done that if you didn't even do the publicity, the hotel would soon become a haunted house.

"Wait a minute, the high-speed advertiser called me."

The manager of the public relations department suddenly made a silent gesture, and everyone quickly fell silent.

Zhang Sheng smiled: "What did I say?" So soon whispered and begged us to come! ”

He pretended to be a master and drank tea from his teacup.

As a result, in the next second, the manager of the public relations department shouted: "What? High-speed advertising space is all packaged? And a whole year?! ”

"Poof!"

Zhang Shenggang drank all the tea in his mouth.

"Which boss did you do it? … Are you sure you've got it all? …… It's been a whole year! … Can't even a few to give us the Peony Hotel? …… Okay, I see, let's do it first......"

After the public relations manager made the call, the whole person was a little haggard.

Director Meng was busy asking about the situation, only to hear the manager of the public relations department ask faintly: "Who of you knows, what kind of thing is [Youshe] B&B?" ”

The managers looked confused.

Are there any new B&Bs opened near Wuyi Mountain?

Contracting high-speed advertising space for a whole year in one go is a bit appalling even for the well-capitalized Peony Hotel.

What is this sacredness?

"No......"

Zhang Sheng sat dumbfounded in his chair, barely believing his ears.

Yan Cheng, who he despised him, not only paid for the road repair in Tianyuan Village, but also built a signal tower, and now what is even more exaggerated is that that kid directly contracted all the high-speed advertising space!

It's been a whole year!!

Just his homestay, is it worth spending so much money on publicity?!

Director Meng noticed that Zhang Sheng's expression was different from the others, so he asked, "Manager Zhang, do you know the origin of this homestay?" ”

Zhang Sheng came back to his senses, coughed a few times, and replied:

"It's a dilapidated homestay in Tianyuan Village, renovated from an old house, and it's dilapidated and can't live at all."

The manager of the finance department complained: "Are you sure? People have just chartered a whole year's worth of high-speed advertising space. ”

"I'm sure!!"

Zhang Sheng seemed to be insulted, and explained seriously: "The owner of the homestay is only in his twenties, and it is estimated that he is a rich second generation who squandered his parents' money, and he is stupid and has a lot of money, so he can't make a big deal at all." ”

Hearing Zhang Sheng say this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The water in the hotel industry is deep, but the water in the homestay industry is shallow.

In the eyes of these professionals, all the people who open homestays are a group of literary and artistic young people who yearn for poetry and distant places but do not consider practical problems.

As soon as Wen Qing was ill, he resigned and prepared an idyll.

As a result, I really opened the B&B, but I found that it was more tiring than going to work, and the point was that I couldn't make ends meet.

There is an old saying in the B&B industry: there are two happiest days for B&B owners, the day they resign to open a B&B, and the day they sell their B&B.

If it is really like what Zhang Sheng said, then this [Youshe] B&B will not pose any threat to the Peony Hotel at all.

The Peony Hotel has a capital platform, and it can lose money for a few more months.

And how long can that little broken B&B last?

The manager of the finance department suddenly laughed easily: "Go back and wait for [Youshe] to go out of business, and then I will bring someone to buy back his remaining advertising time at a low price, which is called real savings!" ”

Other managers agreed, and even Director Meng laughed, thinking that it was a matter of time before [Youshe] went out of business.

However, Zhang Sheng still has a little bit of bad taste in his heart.

After all, Yan Cheng's operations in the past few days have surprised Zhang Sheng every time, as if every punch hit Zhang Sheng's knee, making him feel like he couldn't control it.

"However, as a leading local hotel, we still have to 'take care' of our peers," Director Meng said, "When [Youshe] opens, we will send two people over to deliver a flower basket." ”

This kind of thankless work, department managers are naturally too lazy to do the work.

The housekeeping manager, who was still the most idle, sighed: "I'll go." ”

Director Meng nodded: "Okay, then Xiao Zheng, you go... Let's do it, Manager Zhang will go too, doesn't Manager Zhang know the boss of [Youshe]? ”

Zhang Sheng thought about it, he still had a bad breath.

Although Yan Cheng's follow-up operations really shocked Zhang Sheng, Zhang Sheng didn't have any expectations for [Youshe], but waited for the opening day to go over and watch the fun.

"Okay, then I'll go with Manager Zheng!"