Xiang Xue flew into a rage when she heard how Xiao Qin had been treated and went to complain to Qu Jianlei.
"First One, Wanhao ignored our terms, kept consolidating tourism resources, and even spread unfavorable rumors!"
Qu Jianlei had known about all of that long ago—did they really think Xiao Hu was just for show?
It was simply that he had always felt that if they waited for the other side to come knocking, they would hold the moral high ground.
Especially since Bentley had yet to return. If the fight became too fierce and spun out of control, Lao Ben and Claire might be at risk of losing contact.
He frowned. "What do those labor companies mean? Are they trying to make us strike first?"
Xiang Xue answered in a low voice, "Mainly because they can't earn much commission. When there's little money to be made, people start getting restless."
"They really think too highly of themselves?" Paranoid appeared, his face full of displeasure. "I'll go stir things up at Wanhao headquarters!"
"No rush," Qu Jianlei said, waving a hand. "Wait another two days."
Several more days passed, but there was still no response. The guesthouse remained half-dead, losing quite a bit of money every day.
The people from those labor companies became increasingly dejected.
—They had thought things would improve once a Supreme arrived on our side. But now? They simply don't care about what's happening outside.
In the service industry, vitality, energy, and spirit truly mattered, because they dealt directly with consumers.
Before Qu Jianlei and the others arrived, the pressure had been greater, but they had still been able to hold on—there had supposedly been reinforcements coming.
Now the reinforcements had arrived, and the pressure was gone, but earning more money... seemed as distant as