While having dinner at the hotel that evening, Zhang Yang casually asked about the situation since the hotel had switched laundry suppliers.
"Mr. Zhang, ever since the change, we've conducted customer surveys as well, and the feedback has been quite good," Anderson said, carefully reading his expression.
"Mm, not bad." Zhang Yang nodded.
It seemed Meijie Laundry Factory, Teacher Meng's family business, had truly lived up to expectations. They hadn't let down his trust and had indeed seized the opportunity he'd given them.
In that case, he naturally wouldn't be stingy with future orders.
This should be a long-term arrangement...
After Anderson left, Zhang Yang suddenly felt like flipping through the employee résumés.
Every employee at the hotel had records on file when they were hired.
Even cleaners. Even security guards.
So, he easily found the information on that blond-haired punk from the daytime and glanced through it.
"This..."
Zhang Yang blinked, somewhat surprised as he looked at the education section.
It listed high school.
The school was actually Yinghai Middle School—his own alma mater.
Yinghai Middle School was, at the very least, one of the city's key schools. Who would have thought it had produced such a character?
But then again, with such a large school, what kind of oddballs wouldn't there be?
It wasn't particularly strange for a few to go down the wrong path.
"Looks like Old Sun really did put effort into training him," Zhang Yang muttered to himself.
If nothing else, getting into Yinghai Middle School required real ability. As for how he had gone astray afterward, that was anyone's guess.
Zhang Yang casually put the file down and forgot about the matter.
As a big boss, he certainly wasn't going to go out of his way to make things difficult for such a minor