Chapter 530: Shopkeeper Tong has such quick hands!
With the words of Mr. T-Shirt, Chen Jianhai felt reassured.
In the afternoon of that day, Chen Jianhai took the last boat back to Nanjiang River and chatted with Huang Baichuan in detail. Only then did he have a more comprehensive understanding of the "Xiaoyu Lou Incident".
It turns out that among the last batch of foreign friends who came to Nanjiang to participate in the Little God of Wealth Beer Exchange Seminar, there was a beer brewery owner from the Kingdom of Dihua.
The brother of the brewery owner happens to be engaged in the distribution of high-end foreign handicrafts.
After seeing Xiaoyu Lou, he was instantly attracted by the exquisite design and handcrafting of the fish basket.
After many inquiries, the dealer found Mr. Kojima T-shirt through Xiao Caishen and expressed his desire to cooperate in placing an order.
"Boss Chen, the company information of that foreign dealer is here."
"I asked someone to check it out."
"The company is very reliable, has been registered for a long time and has strong capital strength."
"If the island's conditions permit, I think this is a partner that can be chosen,"
There was an unintentional emotion in Huang Baichuan's voice.
In any case, he never expected that Xiaoyu Lou, who was selected as a souvenir at his seminar, would be discovered by foreign dealers, and directly open up foreign markets.
"A rare opportunity!"
"Boss Chen, if you want to take over this business, I suggest you make plans as soon as possible. Otherwise, the market opportunity will be fleeting and there will be no such store after this village."
Huang Baichuan helped Chen Jianhai analyze it very seriously.
"It's just that the overseas market is a bit deep, and you have never had this kind of experience in running a cross-border business. It would be safer to inquire from various sources and consider it before making a decision."
"Anyway, if you need help with anything, just come to me.
"Even if I can't do it, we still have our Nanjiang boss dance training class. As long as you ask, everyone will do their best to help you."
Chen Jianhai was silent for a long time and nodded: "Okay, Brother Huang, I understand, thank you."
The moon hangs high and the starry sky is dotted.
The land wind swept from the city to the sea, melting the gravel into the depths of the night.
The golden street lights illuminate the sky brightly, and the noisy streets filled with vacationing tourists during the day finally become quiet at night.
Only pharmacies and convenience stores were left with lights on, and fruits that were not sold during the day were displayed at the door.
Chen Jianhai walked out of Little God of Wealth Beer Yaye exhausted and stood at the intersection of the street, feeling suddenly at a loss.
...where should I go?
The Zaomen Association is waiting for him to make up his mind,
The small island fish basket is waiting for him to make up his mind,
The future development of the hotel is also waiting for his decision.
Moreover, everything was very busy and anxious, and he was not even given any time to breathe.
When I was a small hotel owner, I fished, slept and drank coffee every day. Although I made little money, I didn't know how comfortable my life was.
However, in the past few days, he has signed more and more contracts and has more and more funds, but he feels that he is becoming less and less free and more and more tired.
Looking at the bright neon lights,
Chen Jianhai subconsciously opened his legs and walked towards Huanhai Road.
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The Xiaolang BBQ restaurant is bustling at night.
Several small tables were set up on the street, and the hot charcoal fire rolled the meat skewers and the aroma of cumin, madly seducing every passerby walking on the street.
On small plastic stools, friends in twos and threes sat together, drinking skewers and drinking heavily.
When they were so happy that they were sweating, the gentlemen at the table would either take off their T-shirts and shirts, drink from bottles wantonly, or lift their clothes to their armpits, exposing their plump bellies.
Strangers will toast each other with glasses of wine if they meet someone who has a bad temper by chance.
The worries and fatigue of the day rolled into the throat along with the foam of hops, and then exhaled from the throat like hiccups. Talking, laughing and cursing were all the trivial matters of life.
Although the barbecue restaurant is not big,
But for decades, the fireworks in the world have never stopped.
As soon as he got closer, Chen Jianhai's tired mood seemed to be infected by the lively fireworks, and his tightened brows relaxed a lot.
At this time, Xiaolang was shirtless, holding an ancestral cattail fan, standing behind the charcoal stove and roasting in full swing.
The heat brought by the burning flame burns the air into mist,
Seeing Chen Jianhai from a distance, Xiaolang shouted while grilling skewers:
"Brother! Go inside and help me get 10 chicken wings from the refrigerator. I'm so busy right now."
"coming!"
Chen Jianhai replied subconsciously, rolled up his shirt sleeves and walked into the store, opened the refrigerator with ease and took out a handful of chicken wings, ran out and handed them to Xiaolang.
"Payment, 49 yuan."
"Payment, 145 yuan."
“Received an order from a beautiful group and received a payment of 93 yuan.”
"Receipt, 123 yuan."
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The loudspeaker of Xiaolang BBQ restaurant kept ringing with the sound of money coming in.
Simple and repetitive busyness brings a kind of pure joy!
The next half night.
Chen Jianhai and Xiao Lang were just like they had cooperated countless times on the island beach. One person was responsible for grilling skewers, and the other was responsible for serving food and collecting money. They were so busy that they didn't even have time to talk.
Occasionally, Chen Jianhai would unscrew a bottle of mineral water, hand it to Xiaolang's mouth, and gush him a few sips.
Xiao Lang will also bake one or two more skewers or bread for each batch, so that Chen Jianhai can fill his belly.
In this busy life of constantly consuming physical energy and making money,
Chen Jianhai's tired and chaotic emotions were also consumed unconsciously, and he gradually became calmer.
The two of them were busy until around midnight, when Xiaolang BBQ Restaurant sent away the last table of customers.
The sky breaks and the birds chirp.
Xiaolang put out the charcoal fire, sat on the curb and smoked a cigarette. After sweating and losing strength, he turned and walked into the store, took out two eggs, started the fire and prepared to make a pot of pimple soup for himself and Chen Jianhai.
At the corner of the street ahead,
Lao Chang and several street cleaners pushed the cleaning cart and walked over with tools from a distance.
They are responsible for street sanitation on Huanhai Road on weekdays.
No one knows better than them which time the shop closes its stalls, which time the street is the smallest, and what time it is best to start cleaning this street.
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As soon as I walked to the corner of the street, I saw a tall young man in front of the barbecue restaurant. He put away the small square table and plastic stools and put them aside. He bent down and carried a broom to clean the front of the restaurant.
The young man's shirt looked very expensive, but now it was stained with sweat and oil, and there were even spots of oil splashed on it.
When he bent down to put away the wine bottles, the young man's expensive leather shoes stepped on the wine spilled on the ground, and he dropped the wine behind his trouser legs as he walked.
He seemed to be in a different kind of embarrassment.
"Boss Chen?!"
Lao Chang asked tentatively.
The young man raised his head in confusion. When he saw Old Chang, he immediately grinned and said happily: "Uncle Chang, good morning!"
"Boss Chen, what are you doing here so early in the morning? We can do all this work!"
When Lao Chang and others saw that it was Chen Jianhai, they immediately gathered around him happily. One of the eldest sisters in the middle even snatched the broom from Chen Jianhai's hand and rushed to help him clean up.
Chen Jianhai was a little embarrassed and said: "This is my brother's shop, I help him with the work."
Hearing this,
Lao Chang and others all raised their heads, taking a deep look at the name and location of the barbecue restaurant as if they were following the spot, which scared Xiaolang to the point of trembling.
Xiaolang was holding two bowls of pimple soup and was about to take them out to eat with Chen Jianhai.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked out, I saw a dozen people blocking the door in a dark crowd, each with a copy in their hands, staring directly at their shop.
"Brother and sister, I just made some pimple soup. It's hot."
Xiaolang trembled and moved the two bowls of pimple soup forward, "There's still more in the pot, let's try it?"
They say it is better to arrive early than to arrive late.
Lao Chang and others looked at Xiao Lang, and then at the steaming bowl in Xiao Lang's hand. They thought it was specially cooked for them, and they were extremely moved and said:
"Thank you, little brother. We just had dinner at Boss Chen's Little Red Room."
"Have you two eaten yet?"
"You guys eat first, and we'll clean up after you're done."
"We will take care of the hygiene in front of your barbecue restaurant from now on!"
Looking at Lao Chang and others leaving with brooms and mops,
Xiaolang looked at Chen Jianhai in confusion: "Brother, what's going on?"
Chen Jianhai felt warm in his heart and said:
"Forefathers planted trees and others will enjoy the shade. You can count on your father's help. From now on, someone will help you with the sanitation of the barbecue restaurant."
While talking, Chen Jianhai took a bowl of pimple soup from Xiaolang's hand, picked up the kuaizi and put it into his mouth.
He is really hungry!
From yesterday morning to now, he has not had a serious meal and has been running back and forth on the road.
Xiaolang worked for most of the night, and his stomach was full of hunger.
In the warm light of the morning sun, two people sat side by side on the steps, eating half of a large bowl of pimple soup in just a few mouthfuls.
While eating the eggs in the soup, Xiao Lang glanced down at Chen Jianhai's dirty high-end shirt and expensive leather shoes, and asked curiously:
"Brother, why are you dressed so formally all of a sudden? Is there something good going on!?"
"Yes, that's a good thing!" Chen Jianhai nodded heavily.
"Your brother and I have become the president of the Shell Hotel Senior Association!"
"Really?!" Xiaolang's eyes widened suddenly, and the eggs in his mouth almost squirted out.
"Really!" Chen Jianhai nodded coolly.
"We need to have a drink to celebrate this great event! I'll get the wine!"
Xiaolang happily placed the bowl on the ground, but before he could stand up, Chen Jianhai held his shoulders down.
"Drinking so early in the morning will ruin your stomach!" Chen Jianhai cursed.
Xiaolang was confused for a moment: "Then what should we drink?"
Chen Jianhai picked up the pimple soup in his hand: "Drink this!"
"good!"
Xiaolang excitedly picked up the pimple soup in his hand and touched Chen Jianhai's bowl hard.
"I wish my brother the road will reach the sky, get wider and better as he goes!"
After saying that, Xiaolang raised the bowl, raised his neck, chewed and swallowed, and drank it all in one gulp.
Xiaolang burped happily, and looked at Chen Jianhai excitedly:
"Brother, what are your plans for the day today? Let's ask Da Bo to come out and have fun together. I'll treat you!
"
Chen Jianhai held the pimple soup in his hand and smiled bitterly: "Not today, I have to go back to Zaomen later."
Xiaolang screamed: "Give it back!?"
"That's right!" Chen Jianhai sighed heavily, "We have to work!
"Your brother, I don't have a lot of work to do right now."
Although he was very tired after a busy night last night, it also allowed Chen Jianhai to slowly clarify the current situation.
The hidden mission in the Lion Castle Hotel is not hide-and-seek. It has no target, no scope, and even no prompts. You can only explore it step by step in the days to come.
1703 Regarding the exchange of 100 horror points for the Halloween theme in the supernatural room, he has asked Wen Yu to send the message to the book club group, and also explained the situation to the room reservation department. As long as they are fans of the book club group, they can stay for free.
Just like sowing a seed, it always needs a period of fermentation and growth before it breaks through the ground and becomes fruitful.
1703 can only wait for customers to deliver it to their door, slowly accumulate fear value, and leave everything to time.
The affairs of the senior association are not done alone. He needs to thoroughly understand the hotels in Zaomen before he can find a path and direction that is truly suitable for the development of the hotels in the association.
The most important and urgent thing before him now is actually Xiaoyu Lou's business on Xiaomajia Island.
Huang Baichuan is right.
Market opportunities are fleeting, and once you pass this village, there will be no such store.
If Xiaomajia Island cannot seize this opportunity, once the news is revealed and other small islands or foundries know about it, others will be the first to take advantage of it.
At that time, it will really be just a lot of hard work to make a wedding dress for others.
There is no place to even cry.
Although Chen Jianhai doesn’t know much about business in foreign markets,
But fortunately, one of the people Chen Jianhai knew was very knowledgeable about matters related to connecting with foreign markets!
Although that person ultimately failed to go international and connect with foreign markets due to some reasons,
But Chen Jianhai was sure that if he asked him himself, he would definitely get good answers and suggestions!
I went back to the hotel and changed my clothes.
Chen Jianhai simply wiped his face with cold water, shaved, and after having breakfast, he took the high-speed train to Zaomen again.
After getting off the train, Chen Jianhai took a taxi to the Shell Hotel Industry Association in the center of Zaomen City. He took out his mobile phone and made a call:
"Hey, Brother Yong, I'm Chen Jianhai."
"Are you free today? Come out for a meal!"
"Hate! Don't I miss you?
"
"Okay, then let's meet at Jiu Hai Yan Hot Pot Restaurant."
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Nanjiang Coconut Umbrella Hotel Industry Association
The news that Chen Jianhai was elected president of the Shell Hotel Industry Association reached the association headquarters very quickly that afternoon, and was also sent back to other major hotel associations.
Other provincial and municipal associations just glanced at Chen Jianhai's appointment and had nothing to care about.
However, it really caused quite a stir within the Coconut Umbrella Hotel Industry Association.
On this day, Wan Rong, the president of the Coconut Umbrella Hotel Industry Association, the owner of Wanrong Hotel, and a dozen other people were sitting together, all with serious faces, as if they were discussing something.
In front of each of them, there is an application form for qualifications to be promoted to a senior association.
"Shopkeeper Tong is really fast." Wan Rong cursed through gritted teeth.
Tong Tongsheng's appointment of Chen Jianhai as the president of the association really caught them off guard in Nanjiang.
Although no one said it explicitly, they all felt the same as Ming Jing,
Without Chen Jianhai, it would have been impossible for the Coconut Umbrella Hotel Industry Association to be promoted to the intermediate level so quickly.
Originally, everyone pinned their hopes on Chen Jianhai, hoping that Chen Jianhai would continue his efforts, collide with the shells head-on, and bring a coconut umbrella to attack the High-end Hotel Association.
But who would have thought that Chen Jianhai was not only poached by Beike, but he even became the other party's president!