New Upgrade Direction, Heading to the Capital

Zhang Yang got out of bed and drew back the curtains.

A moment later, he calmly joined the meeting and discussed in detail the preparations for the Soup King Hotpot Beijing store with several senior executives.

It was called a discussion, but it was basically a presentation by several senior executives, reporting on the current preparations.

Currently, the first branch of Beijing Soup King Hotpot in Beijing Joy City has completed preparations and is about to open. The subsequent branches have also completed site selection and signing, and are currently in the intensive decoration and construction stage, with their opening not far off.

Originally, it was just an ordinary meeting, but when the topic of expansion came up, all the executives were full of ambition and eager to accelerate the pace.

"Chairman Zhang, given the current overall business situation of our store, large-scale expansion may not be suitable, but there's no need to be too conservative either."

"Yes, the current development speed of our Soup King Hotpot is not fast, but slow. It can definitely be accelerated slightly, at least to match our current actual operating situation."

"Achieving the goal of at least one hundred companies is easily attainable."

Zhang Yang certainly understood this principle. After all, the expansion speed of the stores was also based on the real-time operation of the stores. Now it seems that after implementing the product-oriented strategy, the popularity of Soup King Hotpot has continued to rise.

The steady and pragmatic strategy remains unchanged, but it is indeed possible to slightly accelerate the pace, at least to achieve full coverage of new first-tier and above cities in the shortest possible time, and further expand into second-tier cities.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang's expression froze.

Because the system in my mind kept giving me notifications.

Has a new quest been triggered?

While still in the meeting, Zhang Yang didn't rush to study the system in his mind. Instead, he quickly arranged the next expansion plan, which the company internally called the Hundred Store Plan.

After the meeting, he finally calmed down and began to study the system carefully.

Bite!

The system has adopted the new suggestion.

New mission: Hundred Store Plan

Task objective: Soup King Hotpot aims to reach a total of one hundred stores nationwide.

Task Reward 1: 100 experience points

Task Reward Two: A 3 billion RMB-level industrial park in any new first-tier city or above.

Bite:

Long-term tasks are included as a bonus.

New mission: Keep opening stores, keep gaining experience.

Task details: No time or limit. For each new Soup King Hotpot restaurant opened, you will be rewarded with 10 experience points. This task can be carried out simultaneously with the Hundred Store Plan.

Zhang Yang's eyes flickered as he made his own calculations.

In other words, two tasks suddenly appeared.

The first task is to reach a total of one hundred stores, and the reward will be one hundred experience points and an industry worth three billion.

This task offers a very generous reward, but it won't be completed in a short time.

This is the second long-term task.

The reward of 10 experience points for opening a new Soup King Hotpot restaurant is long-term, making this task much more attractive in the short term.

His current total experience points are 130, which is 70 points away from the next level.

That means opening seven more stores would be enough to upgrade.

At that time, the system will return 250,000 yuan in cashback every day, and there will also be an incredibly mysterious upgrade gift pack waiting for you.

As we all know, the system's upgrade gift packs are always very generous.

In short, no matter what, the next phase, and even the most important thing for a considerable period of time to come, is the expansion of this Soup King Hotpot.

"It's time to find something to do," Zhang Yang muttered to himself.

Later, he left the room.

"Huh? Auntie?" Zhang Yang was a little surprised to see a figure from behind in the kitchen.

It wasn't Xiang Xiaotian's aunt, but actually Xiang's mother.

"Mr. Zhang, why didn't you let me know you were coming to my house? I could have prepared accordingly." Dong Yaru turned around and greeted him warmly with a smile. "I'll just have something simple at home tonight, try my cooking."

"This..." Zhang Yang had originally intended to take his leave, but since they had already said so, and he wasn't the kind of person who wouldn't listen to reason, he nodded.

That evening, Zhang Yang stayed at OCT Suhe Creek Bay and thoroughly enjoyed Dong Yaru's cooking.

It's truly authentic home-style cooking.

Although it was a simple home-style dish, it was prepared with great care and attention, and Zhang Yang was naturally very satisfied with the meal.

"Mr. Zhang, you can make yourself at home here from now on. You're welcome to come anytime," Dong Yaru said, raising her glass during dinner.

None of them drank alcohol; their glasses were filled with soft drinks.

"Brother Zhang Yang, did you hear that? My mom wants you to come over often." Xiang Xiaotian smiled and hugged Zhang Yang's arm.

This is truly the treatment a son-in-law receives.

Zhang Yang blinked, then thanked him and raised his glass to drink it all in one gulp.

He'd gotten used to it; he felt like he was practically a professional son-in-law, getting all the treatment of a son-in-law wherever he went, and being treated like a father-in-law and mother-in-law everywhere.

As for who will ultimately win the award, he doesn't know either.

Later, on the roadside outside the gate of OCT Suhe Creek Bay, next to the dark Cullinan.

Xiang Xiaotian was hanging by Zhang Yang's neck, their eyes locked.

"Brother Zhang Yang, if you miss me, come often. I'm very well-behaved and I don't fight or snatch things." Xiang Xiaotian looked up at him with her fair face and her eyes were full of tender affection.

This rich and beautiful woman has truly reduced her material desires to the extreme; her eyes are only on Zhang Yang, and only on Zhang Yang.

"I'll miss you, I'll come often, and I know you're a good girl." Zhang Yang happily played along with Xiang Xiaotian, gently putting his arms around her waist.

"Mmm!" Xiang Xiaotian nodded emphatically, then stood on tiptoe to ask for a kiss.

Passersby watched the scene unfold before them: luxury cars, handsome men, beautiful women—a scene so beautiful and dreamlike, like something out of a movie or novel, yet it was truly happening right before their eyes.

It adds to the glitz and glamour and dreamlike atmosphere of Magic City.

A moment later, Xiang Xiaotian reluctantly waved goodbye to Zhang Yang and stood by the roadside for a long time, watching his Cullinan leave.

Sitting in the car, Zhang Yang glanced at the tall figure in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but smile slightly.

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Over the next few days, Zhang Yang took care of some things at hand and planned to make a trip to the Beijing.

After all, what follows is not just the opening of Soup King Hotpot's first store in Beijing. At the very least, it relates to the opening of seven or eight more stores in Beijing. On a larger scale, it also relates to Soup King Hotpot's expansion into the Beijing-Tianjin -Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei Region, signifying its growth in the northern market.

It can be said that it is directly related to his Hundred Store Plan and his subsequent upgrade plans.

Therefore, he felt it would be somewhat unreasonable for him not to stay in the Beijing, so he decided that as the big boss, he would personally go there to oversee things.

Meanwhile, in Beijing, several key figures from Soup King Hotpot also gathered there.

Everyone knows the importance of the Beijing market.

Early that morning, Zhang Yang headed straight to Pudong Airport, ready to catch a flight from Magic City to Beijing.

This time I flew in first class on Air China, and the flight was only two hours long.

Once on the plane, Zhang Yang went straight to the window seat.

The first class cabin of this aircraft has a layout of three rows and twelve seats, so it is naturally very spacious.

Zhang Yang sat down and lay flat, basking in the morning sunlight streaming through the porthole, his eyes slightly closed, looking quite comfortable.

"Mr. Zhang, here's a hot towel for you." A very gentle voice sounded in my ear.

Zhang Yang opened his eyes and saw a young flight attendant in a blue Air China uniform standing smiling beside him. He remembered this young flight attendant; she had greeted him warmly when she entered the cabin, and she had dimples when she smiled.

"Did I disturb your rest?" The flight attendant gently knelt down beside Zhang Yang's legs. "Let me introduce this flight to you..."

She gently described the flight itinerary and inquired about Zhang Yang's food and beverage preferences.

"I'm not eating," Zhang Yang said casually.

"Have you had breakfast yet?" the young flight attendant asked with concern, looking up at her. "Why don't you rest for a while? I'll get you some snacks and drinks later, or you can call me anytime. Oh, and..."

She carefully stood up, bent down to cover Zhang Yang with a blanket, and then took out a steam eye mask and a neck warmer...

"Thank you," Zhang Yang said politely. "I'll call you if I need anything."

"You're welcome, Mr. Zhang. Please get some rest." The flight attendant took a few quick steps and left.

Zhang Yang casually put on a steam eye mask, preparing to take a short nap.

A two-hour flight, though not long, still provides some time, enough for a nap under normal circumstances.

I happened to get up early this morning. Although I wasn't sleepy, the sunshine made me feel lazy and sleepy as I lay down in the first-class seat. I thought I might as well take a nap.

First class is already very quiet.

He knew nothing about the takeoff or any other commotion that followed; all he knew was that he woke up feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Looking out the porthole, above the clouds, there was an endless expanse.

The table in front of me had been gently pulled out at some point, and on it were carefully placed small snacks, bottled water, an air humidifier, and a small note.

[Mr. Zhang, I saw you were sleeping, so I didn't want to disturb you. I've prepared some snacks and water for you. If you'd like a hot drink or something else, please just call me. Thank you for your help, and I wish you a pleasant life! ^_^]

Zhang Yang opened the snack box, which contained warm nuts and small snacks, and casually ate two pieces.

He didn't call the flight attendant, but to his surprise, not long after he woke up, the young flight attendant from before quietly walked over, bent down, and handed him a hot towel.

"Mr. Zhang, you're awake. Would you like something to eat?"

"A hot drink, please. By the way, how much longer?" Zhang Yang casually grabbed a hot towel and wiped his hands.

"We'll be landing in less than an hour," the flight attendant said softly.

"Okay, I got it." Zhang Yang nodded, checked the time, and realized it wasn't even noon yet; he thought he had slept for a long time.

A short while later, hot orange juice at the perfect temperature was brought over.

Zhang Yang hadn't intended to eat anything, but the tangy orange juice made him end up eating a few more snacks.

Time flew by, and soon the plane began its slow descent.

The view outside the porthole, the skyline of the ancient capital, is now right before my eyes.

We've arrived in the Beijing.

The plane landed at Beijing Capital International Airport.

Before getting off the plane, Zhang Yang got up to put on his coat.

A flight attendant suddenly approached from a short distance away.

"Mr. Zhang, let me help you."

Everyone says first-class service is indeed excellent and attentive, and Zhang Yang has experienced that firsthand today. Why is he being asked to put on his coat and even receive help?

"Thanks."

This time, Zhang Yang glanced at the name tag on the flight attendant's chest and learned her name: Han Lu.

"You're welcome, Mr. Zhang. It's my pleasure to serve you. By the way, your coat is of very fine quality. Did your girlfriend pick it out for you?" flight attendant Han Lu asked with a smile.

"I ordered it myself," Zhang Yang said casually, not directly answering her question.

His suits are usually custom-made by Zegna or Brioni, like the one he's holding, a custom-made Brioni cashmere silk suit worth over 100,000 yuan. They're all tailor-made to his measurements.

He didn't notice that the suit jacket instantly accentuated his incredibly good physique, and the flight attendant next to him had a look of intense admiration and amazement in her eyes.

"Is it custom-made? No wonder it suits your figure so well," the flight attendant exclaimed.

"Really?" Zhang Yang smiled and walked towards the hatch.

A moment later, at the hatch.

"Mr. Zhang, please take care." The flight attendant said goodbye to Zhang Yang softly at the cabin door.

Zhang Yang exchanged a few polite words and then descended the gangway.

The weather in Beijing was sunny and bright, a perfect clear day.

After getting off the plane, Zhang Yang left Beijing Capital International Airport, intending to find a hotel to stay in first, and then go to Joy City to check on the preparations for the first Soup King Hotpot restaurant in Beijing.

Since it's the first store, it's naturally different from other stores.

From the decor and staffing to the details of service, it is almost perfect in every aspect, setting a new benchmark.

On Little Blue Book), many loyal fans who had long heard of Soup King Hotpot were eagerly anticipating the opening of its first store in Beijing.

Sometimes, being a "celebrity restaurant" isn't necessarily a synonym for having a reputation that exceeds the quality of the food, or for something that's overrated.

At least for Soup King Hotpot, with its product-centric approach, every dish is top-notch and competitive. They truly put their heart into making hot pot and conquer diners' taste buds with their dishes.

"Huh?" Zhang Yang casually reached into his suit jacket pocket and found something there.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a card that had been placed in my pocket at some point.

The above is a small, delicate text.

[Hi, Mr. Zhang, I noticed you as soon as you boarded the plane. You seem to be a very elegant and charming gentleman.]

[If you don't mind, I'd love to be friends with you. My contact information is: ****. Looking forward to it!^^]

If it's inconvenient for you, then I'm sorry to bother you.

In short, it was a pleasure to have spent a pleasant trip with you, and I look forward to seeing you again.

Zhang Yang examined the card, smiled, and put it in his pocket.

I didn't throw it away, nor did I add it immediately.

Well, throwing it away feels a bit inappropriate, but I immediately added the flight attendant on WeChat, though I don't seem to be very interested in her for the time being...

Although this young flight attendant was very gentle, had a great service attitude, and was very attentive.

After leaving the airport, Zhang Yang took a taxi directly to the Aman at Summer Palace in Beijing.

As one of the top ten, or even top three, luxury hotels in Beijing, its location is naturally impeccable. It's situated within a genuine Home, with direct access to the Summer Palace from its back gate.

As for the interior environment, upon entering, there is a plaque inscribed with "Jade Dew and Golden Breeze" in the main hall, and the view is filled with red walls, exuding Chinese luxury.

In terms of price, the starting price is over five thousand yuan per night for a room.

The largest courtyard suite, the Royal Court, has a total area of 800 square meters and costs over 100,000 yuan per night.

Zhang Yang came to stay alone, so the Royal Court Suite costing over 100,000 yuan a night was unnecessary. After all, even if you have money, you don't have to spend it like that. However, as a wealthy person, he did stay in the Courtyard Suite costing over 10,000 yuan a night.

One hundred and forty or fifty square meters, just right.