Neither Song Xiaotian nor I had ever heard of a horror hotel.
Only after Meng Yifan explained did we understand.
A horror hotel was actually a kind of themed hotel, but its theme was "horror." It used horror as its selling point, decorating its rooms as all kinds of "haunted rooms."
But of course, Meng Yifan's plans went further than that. He wanted to incorporate not only the layout of a haunted house, but also escape room gameplay, and have staff "play" ghosts to make it even more "terrifying."
In his imagination, this was a highly promising field where he could make money.
Song Xiaotian and I simply couldn't follow his train of thought.
The thing was, as far as the two of us were concerned, who would have nothing better to do than pay to stay in a hotel like that?
"The fundamental progress of an era doesn't lie in visible changes, but in changes to people's thinking!"
"Ten or so years ago, who could have imagined making millions or even tens of millions a month just by livestreaming in front of a camera?"
Meng Yifan launched into his brainwashing routine again, declaring passionately, "If you want to make money beyond the limits of what you know, you have to dare to innovate and experiment, imagine the impossible, and make the impossible happen. Give consumers something that makes their eyes light up!"
"This is an era that loves novelty and the unusual. The key to making money is understanding what consumers want and satisfying their psychological needs!"
Song Xiaotian didn't immediately argue. After all, we had argued when we first switched to selling haunted houses, too, but Meng Yifan had managed to get that business on track.
Although we hadn't made any big money, it had to be said