Chapter 324: Going to the Neighboring Hotel for a Meal

Xu Bo, unwillingly, was dragged away by Xiaolang and a bunch of kitchen staff.

As he left, there was a sorrowful smile on his face.

Xiaolang had been barbecuing madly every day, with no time to visit the beer tents. Now, finally having the chance, he pulled Xu Bo along to have fun.

Chen Jianhai, worried, called out, "Qiaoni, drink less, and don't come home reeking of alcohol tonight…!"

If Xu Bo went home smelling of alcohol, it wouldn't just be a matter of getting his legs broken; his dad might even kill him as a sacrifice.

...

The Long'ai Hotel crowd left in a rush.

The employees of the Yuemei Hotel curiously peeked out, gossiping about what was happening.

Seeing Chen Jianhai leisurely wiping the kitchen counter, left and right, with a small cloth, Cui Meng and the Yuemei Hotel chefs were red-eyed with envy, their teeth grinding with frustration.

"Bah! What a joke…"

"Not responsible to the customers at all. Letting the chefs go out to play, what will the customers eat!"

"Right! Not dedicated to their jobs at all. It's an insult to the uniforms they wear and the wages their boss pays them!"

Several Yuemei Hotel chefs gathered together, whispering jealously.

Actually, on the last day, most tourists had already left, and there weren't many diners.

They could also take a good rest.

But even if they rested, they could only sit behind the workstations, not go out drinking and playing.

"Wait a minute, didn't their boss let them go out to play?"

A Yuemei Hotel waiter asked in confusion. "I saw it clearly; their boss gave them cards and let them go out to have fun."

"Shut up! You saw wrong!" Cui Meng said sourly.

What kind of misery is this!

Everyone doing the same job, but why does Qiaoni's group get to win 250,000 yuan and go out drinking and playing happily, while they still have to work in this lousy tent.

Truly, the joys and sorrows of people do not intersect.

While the Yuemei Hotel staff peeked through the gaps, green with envy,

two guests approached the now empty kitchen counter at Long'ai Hotel and asked in confusion:

"Where is everyone? Where are the cooks?"

"Sorry, the chefs are on holiday today," Chen Jianhai said apologetically.

The tourists were stunned, "Holiday? What are we supposed to eat then?"

Chen Jianhai, noticing the Long'ai Hotel room card in the tourist's hand, said, "Sir, you can dine at the neighboring Yuemei Hotel. Just keep your receipt, and the hotel will deduct the dining amount from your room bill."

The tourist asked in disbelief, "Really? Can you make that call?"

Chen Jianhai smiled, took out a card from his pocket, and handed it to them with both hands.

"Hello, I'm Chen Jianhai from Long'ai Hotel. Yes, I can."

The guest, skeptical, looked at the card, compared it to Chen Jianhai's appearance, and handed it back.

"So, however much we spend on food... you'll deduct it from the room bill?" the guest asked quietly.

Chen Jianhai brightly replied, "Eat up! The more you spend, the more we'll deduct."

The guest's eyes lit up.

Without another word, the two happily sat down in the Yuemei Hotel's restaurant.

"Waiter, we'd like to order!"

Cui Meng: ???

Yuemei Hotel waiter: ???

Yuemei Hotel chefs: ???

What's going on?

You don't serve your own customers, pushing them onto us?

"No need to thank us! We're all brother hotels, let's make money together," Chen Jianhai said cheerfully.

Cui Meng and the Yuemei Hotel staff were at their wits' end.

No one wanted to thank him.

On the last day, they also wanted to rest, so what was this about?

Seeing the contorted expressions of the Yuemei Hotel staff, Chen Jianhai sighed, shaking his head:

"Ah, I only sent over a couple of customers, and they're already this touched."

Taking out his phone, Chen Jianhai called Wen Zifan:

"Zifan, I need you to do something."

"Yes… it doesn't need to be fancy, just a piece of paper with clear writing."

"Okay, thanks."

...

Half an hour later.

Wen Zifan, in nude-colored peep-toe shoes with small heels, walked into the tent.

"Boss, I've done what you asked."

As soon as she saw Chen Jianhai, Wen Zifan pulled out a colorful piece of paper from her bag, which prominently read:

"Due to unforeseen circumstances, the hotel's chefs are unavailable. Guests may dine at the neighboring Yuemei Hotel and have their dining receipts deducted from their room bill upon checkout."

Without needing help, Wen Zifan took out some clear tape, tore off a small piece with her little teeth, and stuck the notice on the kitchen counter's plastic guard.

"What does this mean?" Cui Meng asked, bewildered by the neighboring hotel's actions.

You give your chefs a holiday and push your customers onto us, expecting us to cook?

Is this something people do?!!

"No need to thank us! Thank you for your hard work. Let's have a drink together sometime!"

Chen Jianhai waved to Cui Meng and the Yuemei Hotel staff, then leisurely left the tent with Wen Zifan.

Wen Zifan nervously looked back and asked, "Boss, is this really okay?"

Chen Jianhai sighed, "I do feel a bit bad. Although it makes their business seem sparse, it does help them earn a bit more on the last day."

"If it's a big deal, I'll treat them to a meal later."

Wen Zifan frowned slightly.

Looking back at the Yuemei Hotel chefs, she saw one of them holding a knife with a murderous look. If not for Cui Meng and the waiters holding him back, he would have rushed over.

"Boss, it's a bit stuffy in here. Can we go out quickly?" Wen Zifan whispered.

Chen Jianhai was puzzled, "Not feeling well? Let's go then."

Saying this, just as Wen Zifan expected Chen Jianhai might carry her or support her out of the tent,

Chen Jianhai unhesitatingly strode out on his long, hairy legs, quickly leaving Wen Zifan behind, as if he was the one feeling unwell.

"That bastard!"

Wen Zifan glared at Chen Jianhai's back and trotted to catch up.

Once outside the tent, a cool sea breeze brought a touch of chill.

Today was the last day of the beer festival, and the square was noticeably less crowded, looking somewhat desolate.

Wen Zifan wore a light jacket, while Chen Jianhai only had a large T-shirt and started sneezing as soon as they stepped out.

"Isn't it a bit cold for a yacht party in this weather?" Chen Jianhai muttered to himself.

Although he had previously said that the guys should wear less and the girls more,

But guys are people too...

If all the male employees caught a cold, who would do the heavy work?

Surely not those four little girls from Baicheng, carrying iron scissors up the ladder to fix the roof!

Chen Jianhai sighed in frustration.

Equal treatment for everyone.