"I'm sorry, sir, could you please go to the lounge by yourself? I have something to do here."
The front desk said apologetically.
Mr. Nawei glanced at Zhang Yuan and then nodded.
After pointing out the direction of the lounge, the front desk turned back and said angrily.
"What are you shouting about? Do you have any qualities? Do you think this is a kangtou?"
"What do you mean by that? Look at how poor you two are. Do you have money to talk about decoration plans?"
Upon seeing this, Dean Cao hurriedly spoke out, fearing that Zhang Yuan's temper would cause any unpleasantness.
"Xiao Yuan, let's go and find another restaurant."
Who would have thought that the ungrateful receptionist would actually agree.
"Ah, yes, hurry up and go back with your beggar mother, and change the family. It's really funny."
The front desk apparently mistook Dean Cao for Zhang Yuan's mother.
But she is not wrong to think so. From a certain perspective, Dean Cao is his mother.
Moreover, this mother, who had a high degree of education decades ago, is in such a poor state because of Zhang Yuan and his children.
If the receptionist was so tight that he looked down on himself and Zhang Yuan could endure it, the most he would do was to fight back.
But she talked about Dean Cao, which was Zhang Yuan's reverse.
Zhang Yuan instantly became furious, stepped forward, raised his arm and slapped the opponent hard on the face, saying angrily.
"How dare you say another word?"
"Snapped!"
The receptionist covered his numb cheek and said in disbelief.
"You dare to hit me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yuan slapped him again with his backhand.
"Say more?"
The receptionist was frightened and hurriedly shut his mouth.
Dean Cao also hurriedly said in front of the mountain.
"Zhang Yuan, why did you hit someone?"
Then he hurriedly apologized to the front desk.
"I'm sorry, girl, I'm sorry."
When the front desk saw Dean Cao actually apologizing to him, the fear in his heart immediately dissipated. Just when he was about to have an attack, an employee named Zhang Fan came over, blocked the front desk behind him, and said to Zhang Yuan with a smile.
"Sir, don't be angry. Come with me and I'll introduce you, okay?"
But what people didn't expect was that the receptionist turned out to be a pure dog biting Lu Dongbin, who didn't understand the good people's hearts and directly ridiculed them.
"Zhang Fan, no wonder you have the worst performance in the store. You must be blind. You can't afford to treat this guy."
As he said that, the front desk noticed the supervisor walking in from the door, ran over in a hurry, and shouted aggrievedly.
"Supervisor, you are finally here. Someone is causing trouble in the store."
When the latter heard this, he immediately frowned and shouted.
"Who, who is so ignorant, dares to cause trouble here?"
The next second, he noticed the obvious Zhang Yuan and asked.
"Are you the one making trouble here?"
Zhang Yuan explained expressionlessly.
"I didn't cause trouble. I came here to consult on the best decoration plan, but your employees were very rude and treated me differently."
With the support of the supervisor, the front desk became arrogant again and said sarcastically.
"Stop bragging. You are the only one who has the best decoration. I guess you sleep under the bridge. Why, you still want to decorate the bridge?"
After hearing this, Zhang Fan stepped forward to reason.
"I think this is wrong. We should not treat them differently. We should accept any customer."
Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the supervisor couldn't help but slap him in the face with his backhand, and then cursed.
"Are you cerebral palsy? What on earth do you mean we should receive any guest? Does the company pay you to be a saint? Why do you spend time to receive people who can't bring in orders? Tell me how much you have.
There has been no performance for months and the performance has not met the standards?”
"You are just a waste if I keep you for nothing. I will make you a saint and you will be fired!"
Zhang Fan suddenly froze on the spot
Zhang Yuan was not the kind of person at the front desk who didn't know what was good or bad. When he saw that Zhang Fan was beaten and even lost his job for speaking up for him, he immediately became furious and said bluntly.
"You're going to fire him? You're going to regret it."
"I regret it so much."
The supervisor spit on the ground and continued.
"You also go out with him. I won't do your business. Do you understand?"
"good."
Zhang Yuan was immediately laughed out of anger, holding Dean Cao with one hand and Zhang Fan with the other, and strode away. The former had wanted to leave for a long time because he was afraid that Zhang Yuan would cause trouble.
The latter had not yet recovered from the shock of being expelled, and allowed Zhang Yuan to pull him away.
After going out, Zhang Yuan took the two of them directly into the relatively small company opposite.
He still spoke to the front desk as before.
"Hello, I would like to inquire about decoration matters and need your supervisor to receive you."
"Okay, let me ask."
The front desk replied with a smile, made a phone call and spoke.
"Our supervisor just has time, please wait a moment, he is on his way."
After a while, a man with Director Wang's name tag on his chest came over and said with an apologetic look.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Please come with me."
When they came to the meeting, Zhang Yuan briefly described the situation. After it was over, Manager Wang put away his pen and asked.
"It turns out that this is the decoration work of the orphanage. Don't worry, we will calculate the minimum profit for you, but I still have to ask, what is your budget?"
"one million."
Zhang Yuan opened his mouth and said, it's not that he doesn't want to come up with more, it's mainly because he agreed with the dean yesterday that it would be two million, and on the way here today, the dean has already decided that one million will be used for decoration and one million will be used for decoration.
daily consumption.
However, this figure still shocked Manager Wang. Seeing that Zhang Yuan and others were not well-dressed, he thought they could not afford much money.
What's more, one million is not a small number, they can still make even the lowest profit.
So he immediately patted his chest and promised.
"Don't worry, if you leave it to our company, there will definitely be no problems."
Zhang Yuan smiled, nodded, and said.
"It seems that your company is very good. We just went to the one across the street, and they kicked us out when they saw that we were not dressed well, and they also fired the employee who spoke for us. It's really
Outrageous.”
Manager Wang followed Zhang Yuan's gaze, understood immediately, and spoke.
"It's really short-sighted to fire such an excellent employee."
Then he spoke directly to Zhang Fan.
"I wonder if you would like to work in our company. I can give you the position of deputy director."
The reason why Manager Wang said this was, on the one hand, for Zhang Yuan's sake, hoping that Zhang Yuan would give them orders if he had the opportunity in the future, and on the other hand, he really liked Zhang Fan and felt that Zhang Fan could bring business to their company in the future.