In the video, Meng Baihan froze slightly, seemingly surprised by Zhang Yang's casual tone.
"Let me ask you—what's your family laundry factory called? And how's the equipment?" Zhang Yang asked in great detail.
"Ah?" Meng Baihan blanked out for a few seconds, then suddenly covered her mouth as realization dawned on her. Her eyes filled with surprise and disbelief. "You couldn't be thinking..."
"Don't get happy too soon." Zhang Yang smiled from the other end. "I do have that idea, but the premise is that the finished laundry has to meet standards. I can't have guests sleeping in our hotel beds and ending up with skin problems, can I?"
"Zhang Yang, don't worry. Our factory's equipment was all replaced recently, and we strictly follow laundry standards. We'd never cut corners just to lower costs," Meng Baihan hurriedly said. But as she continued, her voice gradually lowered.
"But precisely because of that, our prices are a little higher. After all, the costs have gone up."
"That doesn't matter." Zhang Yang smiled. "How about this? I'll look into it first. Wait for my reply."
The price did not matter, because their current outsourced laundry costs were not low either. Whoever did the work, did the work. The money had to be spent regardless, so he might as well do Little Teacher Meng's family a favor.
After the chat ended, Zhang Yang received many messages from Little Teacher Meng.
They were all about her family's various qualifications, equipment, and other details, followed by a string of pitiful emojis.
Zhang Yang shook his head with a smile, checked the time, and directly called Anderson.
"Anderson, let me ask you something. Which laundry factory handles our hotel's outsourced linen washing? And what are the prices like?"
He had never concerned himself with such trivial matters