All Under Control

As night falls, the Haiqin Restaurant is transformed into a vibrant and bustling scene.

The three looked around: students studying in other cities, construction workers far from home, and office workers who were too busy to even reunite with their families for the Mid-Autumn Festival...

All living beings and all things in nature, gathered together at this moment.

For some inexplicable reason, a subtle feeling seemed to be growing in everyone's heart.

"I think I have... I have an immature idea..." Xiao Ye suddenly blurted out.

"I have one too." Liu Cheng and she exchanged a glance.

"I think what you're thinking is the same as what I'm thinking, right?" Old Zhao also spoke up.

The three looked at each other, and although no one said anything, they all seemed to know what the other was thinking.

That means, the ingredient selection stores are now available.

This is the Haiqin Restaurant.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, a seemingly ordinary restaurant became a stage for all walks of life, where everyone found a sense of home.

"Why don't we just book this place now? We'll go talk to the owner later."

The three hit it off immediately, and Liu Cheng readily agreed.

As the director and the person in charge of this episode, he has enough authority to decide which stores to use the source material for.

A few moments later, after the three finished their dinner, they walked through the still noisy hall and headed straight for the bar, to the proprietress's side.

"Boss lady, the bill please." Liu Cheng stepped forward and said with a smile.

"I've already eaten." Song Wenqin smiled, took the bill, calculated the amount, and then deftly rounded it down. "You can pay by scanning the QR code here, or cash is fine."

Liu Cheng nodded and paid, then exchanged glances with the others before speaking, "By the way, ma'am, there's something I'd like to discuss with you. I wonder if you'd be interested?"

"Huh?" Song Wenqin was taken aback. Her first thought was that it was another manufacturer coming to her door to sell their products.

Since the restaurant opened, it has received a lot of visitors, including sales representatives from various alcoholic beverage manufacturers.

"It's like this..." Liu Cheng took out his identification and began to speak eloquently.

···

Zhang Zhaohai was a little puzzled when Song Wenqin called him.

He had experienced busy times at the restaurant before, but the level of busyness today was really strange and unusual.

It's not just that the place is full.

It was packed again, but it was busier than ever before. You can hardly believe that many tables ordered the same dishes several times.

"I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing," he muttered to himself, then spotted Song Wenqin standing at the restaurant entrance, with several other customers beside her. "What's going on?"

Song Wenqin, pulling Zhang Zhaohai along, introduced him with a smile, "This is the boss, my husband is Lao Zhang."

"Hello, Mr. Zhang!" Liu Cheng smiled, extended his hand, and then introduced himself.

A moment later, everything was cleared up.

"So, you mean you're planning to film our restaurant and have it featured in your documentary?" Zhang Zhaohai asked curiously.

"It's not just about appearing on screen, but about occupying a significant portion of the film," Liu Cheng explained. "We'll need your strong cooperation during the filming process."

"Your... documentary..." Zhang Zhaohai hesitated, then stopped himself.

Filming their own restaurant—isn't that a form of publicity? That's a good thing! I just wonder how popular this documentary will be.

"This is the second season of our show, and the first season received a very good response from all sides." Liu Cheng simply gave a personal example, directly showing Zhang Zhaohai the popularity in terms of clicks and comments.

Immediately, Zhang Zhaohai felt a surge of warmth in his heart and wanted to agree right away.

"Hey." Song Wenqin suddenly tugged at Zhang Zhaohai's clothes. "Such a big matter, shouldn't we discuss it with our son before making a decision?"

"This..." Zhang Zhaohai hesitated for a moment, then suddenly shook his head. "We can't trouble our son with everything. This time, why don't we decide it ourselves? I think that's a good idea."

"It's good that you've made up your mind." Song Wenqin nodded.

Liu Cheng and his group, who had been waiting quietly, finally smiled.

"Okay, then let's arrange a time tomorrow to discuss the details. I won't take up any more of your time now." Liu Cheng smiled and took his leave.

A moment later, after everyone had left.

"You, you're just being a proud father, aren't you?" Song Wenqin said with a laugh. "I have no objection to you making your own decisions on other matters, but when it comes to things like filming our restaurant, there are many things we don't understand. What's wrong with asking our son's opinion?"

"Isn't it because I'm afraid things might change and they might change their minds?" Zhang Zhaohai smiled guiltily. "Okay, I admit it. I really don't want to rely on my son all the time. After all, as his father, I should be his support, but in the end, I have to trouble him at every turn."

"I see you don't seem uncomfortable at all driving your son's Maybach, you're actually quite proud of it." Song Wenqin rolled her eyes at Zhang Zhaohai, then pushed him into the restaurant. "Go get busy, the way you're busy tonight is really rare."

"It's alright, it'll probably drop by tomorrow," Zhang Zhaohai said casually.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I wish it could be like this every day. Didn't you say you were waiting to open a branch?" Song Wenqin lightly punched Zhang Zhaohai.

The couple then returned to their busy work at the restaurant.

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Zhang Yang had actually already stopped outside the restaurant at this point.

"According to the system, the 'Feel at Home' buff should have taken effect. I wonder what's going on inside the restaurant?" He muttered to himself, glancing at the cars parked all over the restaurant, and immediately abandoned the idea of going over to check it out.

He immediately turned his car around and, instead of going home, headed straight for his new business, the Yinghai Four Seasons Hotel.

He planned to stay there that Mid-Autumn Festival night.

About half an hour later, in the 300-square-meter presidential suite of the Yinghai Four Seasons Hotel.

"Home is warm, but for comfort, a hotel suite is still the best." Zhang Yang took a nice bath, then came out in a bathrobe, feeling completely relaxed.

This is at a height of nearly two hundred meters inside a suite.

Standing beside the cot, it would be impossible for Zhang Yang to say he felt nothing on this Mid-Autumn Festival night.

What are your feelings?

Standing in my own 200-meter-high building, I can look down at the lights of thousands of homes and gaze up at the bright moon in the sky.

What kind of feeling is this?

"By the way, my parents' place should be closed by now, right? I'll give them a call and ask." Zhang Yang thought for a moment and then called his mother, Song Wenqin.

The call was answered after quite a while.

"Hello Zhang Yang." Song Wenqin's voice came through the phone amidst various noises, clearly indicating that she was still busy.

"No way, you're still not done?" Zhang Yang asked incredulously.

"You have no idea, we've been incredibly busy today. It's not just that the restaurant is packed, some tables are constantly ordering the same dishes over and over again. Isn't that strange?" Song Wenqin said hurriedly. "If this continues, your father and I really need to think about what to do."

What to do?

Zhang Yang knew perfectly well what was going on; what else could he do?

Having already squandered the system's golden opportunity, naturally they'd allow Haiqin Restaurant to open branches throughout the entire Yinghai City.

Yinghai has jurisdiction over three districts, five counties, and one county-level city. At this rate, opening a dozen or twenty stores is no problem at all, and could even be more.

By then, Haiqin Restaurant would be renowned throughout Yinghai's catering industry.

However, this is only today.

Zhang Yang himself didn't know if this would continue every day; he could only continue to observe.

"Okay, Mom, you two go ahead and get back to work." Zhang Yang said goodbye to Song Wenqin and put down his phone first.

Night had fallen, and Zhang Yang had had a very productive day. Although he wasn't physically tired, he was feeling a bit sleepy as his mind relaxed.

So I went to the large bed in the 300-square-meter suite and slept soundly until dawn.

···

The next morning, after washing up, Zhang Yang walked straight out of the suite, heading straight for his office.

As for breakfast, it was sent up to us.

In the service industry like hotels, female employees generally make up a large proportion of the workforce. So along the way, Zhang Yang frequently encountered elegant female employees in hotel uniforms.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang."

"Good morning, Mr. Zhang..." The greetings and bows continued throughout the journey.

Although Zhang Yang did not make a public appearance, secrets cannot be kept in a hotel. Besides, the management below would naturally deliver the necessary instructions as soon as he appeared.

In the hotel, everyone knows him now.

"Good morning, everyone." Zhang Yang smiled gently.

He was never pretentious in front of his junior employees, always presenting a friendly and approachable image. His serious and earnest demeanor was reserved for his senior executives and direct subordinates.

He greeted everyone with a smile, instantly conjuring up the image of a handsome and dashing hotel owner.

No sooner had he left than the group of female employees, who had just struck a pose of great poise and elegance, immediately relaxed.

"So this is Mr. Zhang!"

"His face is like a jade plate, his figure like a jade tree, he's incredibly handsome!"

"The male protagonist from the novel has become a real person! Oh my god!!"

They were all young women in their early twenties, bombarded daily with all sorts of short videos and novels, and now, they suddenly found themselves meeting such a handsome boss in real life.

Immediately, everyone gasped in excited whispers.

At that moment, in Zhang Yang's private office, he had just sat down to have breakfast.

On the table are bird's nest coconut tarts, steamed Alaskan crab legs with egg white, croissants, and a glass of blood orange juice, emphasizing a balanced diet.

After breakfast, Anderson knocked on the door.

"Good morning." Zhang Yang smiled and nodded. "Have you had breakfast?"

"Mr. Zhang, I've eaten, thank you for your concern," Anderson said quickly. "I have something I'd like to report to you."

"So early in the morning, in such a hurry?" Zhang Yang was slightly surprised. "Then tell me, what's the matter?"

"Wu Wenbin from the purchasing department went to the finance department and paid a sum of money. It was a kickback from the supplier. They said it was a deliberate tactic to lower prices," Anderson said cautiously.

"Hmm, that's it? Is that all?" Zhang Yang looked up at Anderson.

"Uh... yes." Anderson felt the overwhelming aura and immediately felt pressured.

"Anderson, you still want to save face for him?" Zhang Yang said with a laugh. "If you want to save face, then let him submit his resignation letter voluntarily. That'll give him face."

"Resign?" Anderson was taken aback for a moment, then realized what he meant and nodded quickly, "Mr. Zhang, I'll do as you say right away!"

That afternoon, Wu Wenbin, the purchasing director, resigned voluntarily.

Immediately, the hotel staff were thrown into turmoil. Everyone knew that what was bound to happen had finally arrived.

On that day, many former hotel employees, mostly from management, resigned voluntarily from various departments.

As for the grassroots level, there have been no changes.

These days, everything will function normally without anyone, especially service industries like hotels, whose impact on the overall economy is negligible.

One radish, one hole.

The radish has been pulled out, but the hole remains; plenty of people are waiting to fill it.

In terms of personnel, Zhang Yang personally promoted a large number of young, hardworking, and capable managers. Seniority is important, but ability is even more important. The main principle is to make the best use of resources and talents, without being bound by convention.

That afternoon, people walked around Zhang Yang's office.

The new management team came and went, each leaving their office with an excited expression.

They are all young people, still full of enthusiasm and passion, and they are confident about their work and the future, while also yearning to be appreciated.

Zhang Yang's promotion was undoubtedly a shot in the arm, making them grateful to Zhang Yang and strengthening their sense of belonging to the hotel.

By evening, all work was finished.

Zhang Yang leaned back in his office chair, leisurely sipping his tea and watching the sunset.

"Everything has been approved. Don't forget what I told you. You can go now if there's nothing else."

He spoke with his back to Anderson.

Anderson stood to the side, looking at the figure in front of him, his expression one of shock.

Throughout the afternoon, he witnessed firsthand how Zhang Yang, the boss, methodically handled both major and minor matters, calmly promoted talent, and won over the hearts of the people. The enormous hotel was thus thoroughly dissected and understood by him, inside and out.

This powerful ability and aura gave him a fleeting illusion that he was seeing one of the top 500 powerful figures.

At this point, he bowed his head and lowered his eyes, showing only heartfelt reverence.

"Mr. Zhang, I'll be going now."

He tiptoed out of the office first.

Zhang Yang glanced back at the empty office and picked up the roster on the desk to take a look.

This is his greatest achievement of the day.

A completely new management team.

Of course, he didn't mean to purge and replace everyone; those promoted were basically replacements for departing managers.

In addition, there are some important departments, such as the sales department, which has some outstanding salespeople who can often bring in orders from companies of all sizes. They are the ones who can truly bring in substantial and large orders for the hotel.

Instead of taking any action against these people, he provided them with substantial incentives.

With this, he had finally taken full control of the Yinghai Four Seasons Hotel, a major asset in his base of operations.

It's safe now.

Because the Four Seasons Hotel is high-end enough in Yinghai, it is inevitable that various important companies and organizations will hold various meetings and banquets at the hotel.

In the coming period, he plans to use his position as the owner of the Yinghai Four Seasons Hotel to cultivate and expand his local network.