The richest man Yang Fei

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Yang Fei said: "She is the hostess of this hotel, her words are my orders."

Simon smiled: "Okay, boss."

He turned around, his face sank, and he pointed to the front desk: "You two, you have been fired, leave now! Immediately!"

The front desk looked disbelieving, spread his hands, and asked, "Why? Simon, we didn't make a mistake."

Simon said in a deep voice: "This is an order from the new boss! Don't tell me why! Expulsion means expulsion, which means that you are unemployed."

The front desk opened its mouth in surprise, and shouted loudly: "New boss? When did you change to a new boss? Why don't I know?"

"Just now. Old Mr. Jacques sold this private hotel under his name to Huayi Company in Hong Kong. Do I need to explain so much to you? Let's go!"

"This? Who is the new boss? We need this job very much. The salary here is very high, and we still need it to support ourselves and our families. Please help us contact the new boss?"

"The new boss is right in front of your eyes! This is Mr. Yang!" Simon turned around and looked at Yang Fei with a flattering smile on his face.

Yang Fei said lightly: "The hotel is a profit-making organization. When I buy this hotel, the first thing I want to get rid of is these stereotypes and bad habits. What kind of reservation? What era is it? Are you still living in the Middle Ages? Thinking that this ancient hotel , can you be superior and not treat customers as gods?"

Simon nodded and bowed his head: "Yes, yes, the previous rules are indeed very unreasonable. I have long wanted to change, but Mr. Jacques is very old-fashioned, and he never wants to change. Boss, your decision is very wise!"

The receptionist was inexplicably astonished, smiled wryly, and silently packed up his things and left.

"Wait!" Su Tong called to the two front desks, and said, "I want to tell you, no matter where you work, please respect your customers, especially the Chinese from the East. The current Huaxia is no longer you. It looks as it looks in my impression! The world is so big, go and see it when you have time! Also, if you have money, you can really be amazing!"

Chapter 741 The City of Romance

Yang Fei bought this hotel in Paris, of course, out of commercial considerations.

Opening a hot spring hotel in such a remote Peach Blossom Village can make a lot of profit.

What's more, this romantic capital, a holy place for tourism?

Among other things, you only need to cooperate with a few large domestic travel agencies, and the hotel rooms can be full of guests 360 days a year.

The three of Yang Fei lived in the most luxurious suite in the hotel.

Su Tong said: "The former owner of this hotel really lost his mind and couldn't make it with the money! It's fine if it's full, but the problem is that there are still so many vacant rooms, but they must be booked!"

Yang Fei smiled and said: "This is also a kind of business method, which can raise the hotel's grade. It's like the hunger marketing of certain products. They want to sell at a high price even though the warehouse is full of goods. Introduce quantitative products, which can whet the appetite of consumers."

Su Tong said: "I don't agree with such a marketing strategy. As a product provider, you should do your best to provide the best and most complete products to meet the needs of consumers. Today you treat consumers like monkeys, One day, consumers will abandon you in your shoes!"

Yang Fei said: "Well, I won't do this either, we will only try our best to meet the needs of the market."

Lin Feiying put away her luggage, came over and said, "Thank you, Mr. Yang."

Yang Fei waved his hand: "You don't need to be so polite."

Su Tong said with a smile: "Miss Lin, Yang Fei bought this hotel to help us out, and secondly, he is also investing. It's not just a hothead and a rage."

Lin Feiying smiled and said, "It's good to be rich. Whatever you want to do, just do it."

Yang Fei said: "You may not believe it, but this plot is the opening plot of our second movie, The Great Richest Man."

Lin Feiying asked curiously, "The plot in the movie?"

Yang Fei said: "Yes, just now I naturally thought, why not copy the plot from the movie. I also had the attitude of giving it a try, but I didn't expect that the hotel owner would really sell it."

Lin Feiying said: "Then this movie must be very good. By the way, you paid a lot more for this hotel, right?"

Yang Fei said: "This is the property left by the family to Mr. Jacques. He is a painter, very romantic. He spends all day sketching and painting outside. He has little time and energy to take care of this hotel. Coincidentally, he wants to stay in the Louvre Museum. To hold an art exhibition, but lacked a sum of money, we ended up sending money to the door.”

Su Tong laughed and said, "You think this person is real. He guards such a big hotel and doesn't manage it, but he went to paint for a lifetime? And he is so poor!"

Yang Fei said: "Many French people have artistic temperament in this aspect. Even if they can't eat, they must insist on dedicating themselves to art."

Su Tong said: "It's unreasonable."

Yang Fei suddenly thought of Li Yanan.

Doesn't that noble young daughter-in-law also have such romantic thoughts?

This is a good thing for individuals, but not necessarily for families, right?

Artists pursue ultimate perfection, but real life is often unsatisfactory.

Therefore, many artists will be a little unfit for neuroticism.

Su Tong yawned, covered his mouth with his hand, and said, "Miss Lin, it's getting late, you go and rest, we'll go play tomorrow."

Lin Feiying responded.

Yang Fei closed the door, put his arms around Su Tong and smiled, "Should we have something romantic on this romantic evening?"

Su Tong twisted his body and smiled sweetly: "Well, to reward you, let's play a pose that I don't usually play."

Yang Fei's blood rushed immediately

During the trip to Europe, Yang Fei and Su Tong enjoyed themselves for several days.

For Yang Fei, these few days are indeed a rare rest.

He doesn't have to worry about any work affairs, and relaxes wholeheartedly.

When he came to France, there was a place that Yang Fei wanted to go the most.

That is the Champs Elysees.

Not because this is one of the busiest commercial streets in the world.

Yang Fei didn't come here for shopping.

After seeing La Traviata, he developed a feeling of intimacy with this street.

"Marguerite is not like this. She often goes to the Champs Elysees by car alone, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. She wears a big cashmere shawl in winter and a very simple long skirt in summer."

"She is also not used to wandering between the Circus Square and the intersection of the Champs Elysees like her other colleagues. Her two horses quickly took her to the Bois Forest in the outskirts, where she disembarked. Car, walk for an hour, then take the carriage again, and drive home quickly.

Yes, what Yang Fei wanted to feel was the way Marguerite passed the Champs Elysees in a carriage.

What made him happy was that, even though the charges for this kind of horse-drawn carriage were expensive on the streets of Paris, Yang Fei still happily took it for a while.

Many of the buildings on the street still maintain the ancient European form.

However, the strong modern atmosphere fills every corner.

After Yang Fei came, he lost his proper thinking about the plot described in the novel and formed an inherent impression.