Yue Zhengyang waited for three days, and finally waited for Director Liu today. Oh, now Vice Street Director Liu. Vice Street Director Liu asked Yue Zhengyang to go to the street office with him.

When he went to the office, Comrade Lao Liu introduced Yue Zhengyang to Yang Street Chief. Seeing that Lao Liu introduced himself to a young young man who was young, Yang Street Chief's face looked bad. Why is this Lao Liu so unreliable? What can a little kid do? Isn't this sincere and dissatisfied with me? After thinking about it, he still gave him enough face. He shook hands with Yue Zhengyang and poured water.

Yue Zhengyang also felt the change of Yangjie Long. He politely dissipated two peony cigarettes and took out a lighter to Yangjie Long. Seeing that Yangjie Long took a sip, he said, "Zheng Yang, do you think I am young and can't do anything? If you don't believe me, I will pay the salary owed to workers in the hotel today."

Seeing that Yue Zhengyang was full of confidence, he paid him a salary when he came up. It took three months to pay. This was the most troublesome thing for Director Yang. It was several hundred. Now Yue Zhengyang helped him solve it in one sentence.

"Little comrade, come, sit down and say." Since this young man can solve his difficult problems, Director Yang naturally has to look up to Yue Zhengyang.

"This, accept the hotel's charter, Lao Liu has told you about it?"

"Of course I said that after I take over, the hotel will be a state-owned hotel, and I will pay the salary and the workers will not be dismissed."

"Well, it's not bad. There are some things we can't get over this red bar. If you get over it, you will make mistakes. Also, you have to pay the management fee to the street every month, and the rent fee is 100 yuan." Yang Street Chang added another one on the conditions of Lao Liu. The long nose of Lao Liu is not a nose, and the face is not a face. He originally thought that Saner was blocking a hole in the hotel, so he would collect a symbolic amount. Unexpectedly, Yang Street Chang asked Yue Zhengyang to pay 100 yuan a month at once. He was a little embarrassed to face Yue Zhengyang.

Yue Zhengyang actually doesn’t care about this little money, but he can’t be like a fat pig, and he’s slaughtered. “Master Yang, you’re boring. I haven’t taken over yet, you’ll have to pay the management fee. Even if you should pay it, you can’t ask for so much, right? How can I come to a restaurant? I’m full and have nothing to do, so I’m here to give it money.”

"San'er, why do you talk to Director Yang? The money you handed over must be handed over." Some people sang black, and naturally some people sang white. Director Liu had to be the peacemaker. "This, Director Yang, isn't the money you handed over a little too much? If he can't take over, we have to... do you think this is the reason?"

Street Director Yang also felt that what Lao Liu said made sense. He drove the person away at once and found a way to block the hole. So he asked Lao Liu, "Then how much do you think you are suitable to hand over?"

"I think... I think, how about eighty?" Old Liu thought he had a reasonable price.

"Okay, then do what you said." This time, Director Yang made the decision and thought to himself that he would take over as soon as possible before talking.

"Oh, by the way, Lao Liu, when you draft the document, you say that the street appointed Yue Zhengyang as the manager of Xinjiekou Hotel, paying the management fee and rent of 80 yuan per month." Street Director Yang made a foregone conclusion, afraid that Yue Zhengyang would not want to take over.

"Wait. Comrade Street Principal, you have to add one to it. The street office does not participate in the operation." If the street office sends another person to manage and command all day long, Yue Zhengyang might as well not take over. He doesn't want to raise these people who are not doing serious business and are specializing in trouble.

"This is for granted." said Yang Street Chief.

Lao Liu wrote the charter, and Director Yang looked at it and stamped the office with a big red seal. Yue Zhengyang is now on the job.

The Street Manager Yang took Yue Zhengyang to the hotel and introduced Yue Zhengyang to everyone, saying that the work here will be led by Yue Zhengyang in the future, and of course, the salary will also be paid by Yue Zhengyang.

Everyone in the hotel heard that someone paid him a salary, and they handed him tea and poured water, which was even more enthusiastic than receiving Yang Street Chief. Yang Street Chief felt that he was redundant, so fortunately he went back to the office with Lao Liu Street.

Since Yangjiezhu left, Yue Zhengyang let go. He said little, first of all, he paid other people's salary, and it was not interesting to talk about other things.

There are only five employees in the hotel. The lobby is a little older. Li Ailan is a thirty-something person. She is a stingy person with a straightforward personality and says whatever he wants. Often, such people are not bad-hearted and do not hold grudges. Young people are about twenty-five years old and have a melon-shaped face, and they are also eloquent. Her name is Tian Lixia. She wants to make trouble at the Yangjie house. It was these two people who are provoking it.

There is also the chef Bai Lao in the kitchen. Everyone calls him Yang Bai Lao, who is in his forties, easy-going and joking, especially when he loves to joke with lesbians. His apprentice Zhang Weihua helped him, cut vegetables and side dishes. Another one is Feng Shaoying, a woman in her fifties, is honest and doesn't talk much, but she is good at working. She washes dishes and washes dishes when there is not enough food.

Li Ailan's salary is 32 yuan, Tian Lixia's salary is 28 yuan, Feng Shaoying's salary is 28 yuan, Zhang Weihua's salary is 26 yuan, and Bailai's salary is the highest, forty-five yuan.

Yue Zhengyang paid everyone's salary clearly, and everyone regarded Yue Zhengyang as a god. From now on, they all rely on Yue Zhengyang for their salary.

Since he is a manager, he put on the airs of the manager. Yue Zhengyang loudly announced, "From today, the hotel will be redesigned, so the name of the Xinjiekou Hotel is not needed, and it will be changed to..." The names of the hotels nowadays have limitations. You cannot go against the background of the times. After thinking for a long time, Yue Zhengyang thought of a name, "It will be changed to Red Star Hotel. We will close for seven days, and we will remove the eight eight-immortal tables in this hall. I will customize a small long table again. Generally, if there are more than one or two guests, add seats at both ends. The upstairs can also be rectified. You can make six private rooms and place a large round table, which can sit twelve people."

Listening to Yue Zhengyang's boast, the hotel's business is now in a mess, and you will have to spend money on this rectification. If no customers come, the money will be wasted.

Li Ailan was quick-talking and asked Yue Zhengyang, "I said, Manager Xiaoyue, if you do this, will anyone come to our place for dinner?"

"Don't worry, Sister Li. Then you can see it!" Yue Zhengyang was full of confidence, and everyone didn't know where he got his confidence.

"Okay, as long as you, Manager Xiaoyue said, we will do whatever we ask us to do, and we will never say anything."

"Yes, do whatever you want."

Everyone responded in a verbal response. Yue Zhengyang knew that Li Ailan was the leader of everyone, so he said to her, "Sister Li, you arrange someone to take away these tables and stools and sell them to the furniture factory. If you look for Fatty Sun, you say I sold them and you won't lose money. And all the upstairs are sold. I will go to find a few carpenters first and divide the upstairs into private rooms. You can be busy first, clean the hotel's sanitation, and then don't open business." After that, he hurried out.

Everyone felt that they were going to change their signatures here, and Manager Xiaoyue was paid again. He was full of energy and changed his previous decadent attitude and became active.

In the afternoon of that day, Yue Zhengyang brought the carpenter to survey and design, and decided to make a passage in the middle of the upstairs and a private room near the window on both sides. Moreover, Yue Zhengyang also asked the carpenter to make three rooms in the north and south, and a sliding door in the middle. If workers from some factory had a dinner party and there were too many people, they could push the door open, so that everyone would feel better together.

The next thing is to buy the materials. Yue Zhengyang happened to go to the furniture factory to customize the table. When he arrived at the furniture factory, Yue Zhengyang saw Fatty Sun from afar and negotiated the price with someone.

When it comes to Fat Sun, Yue Zhengyang will go home one summer and walk at night. When he meets Fat Sun, he is blocked on the road and is rescued by Yue Zhengyang. Since then, the two have become familiar with each other.

Seeing Yue Zhengyang coming, Fatty Sun quickly greeted, "Zhengyang, wait a moment, buddy will be fine soon."

After waiting for ten minutes, Fatty Sun came over. "Hey, that man talked for a long time for 50 cents. Why would you have been here long ago? Why did you pull a bunch of Eight Immortals tables this morning? I heard from the woman that you are all the hotel managers, that's OK!" As he said that, Fatty Sun gave Yue Zhengyang a cigarette.

After taking the cigarette, Yue Zhengyang said, "Fatty, I'm going to talk to you about a big business this time. I want to set up twenty long tables and one hundred square stools. Look at this size." As he said that, Yue Zhengyang handed Fatty Sun a note.

"Also, I want to set up six large round tables. If you can sit twelve people like this, you still need eighty chairs. You have to put a soft seat on the chair."

Fatty Sun was shocked by Yue Zhengyang's big deal. He had not sold so many furniture at once. He swallowed and said, "Don't worry, Zhengyang, this matter is for your buddy, I'll be satisfied with you."

"Okay, I'll give it to you. This is 500 yuan. The deposit for the table, chairs and benches is ready. Once it is done, it will be delivered to Xinjiekou Hotel."

"Aren't you insulting me? How can you take your deposit? You're scolding me?" Seeing Yue Zhengyang asking for a deposit, Fatty Sun was very dissatisfied, as if Yue Zhengyang looked down on him.

"It doesn't mean that, this is the rule. If you hand over the money to the factory manager, he won't make some preparations for your buddy."

Fatty Sun saw that Yue Zhengyang said the same thing, "Okay, then I will let those carpenters use better materials."

"Oh, by the way, fat man, you're loading a cart of wooden boards and sending them to Xinjiekou Hotel. My carpenter is still waiting for the start of work!"

"Okay, I'll make arrangements now. When your hotel is open, my buddy will come and support you." After saying that, he got up and made arrangements.
Chapter completed!