Chapter 318: Fog Can't Press Down the Mountain

"I never really understood this. Our history is much longer than theirs, but why did we start so late in the hotel industry?" The young man looked puzzled.

"That's actually easy to understand."

Chen Jianhai smiled, "Foreign nobles and the wealthy like to travel, so their hotels naturally adopted the lifestyle of nobles to cater to them."

"The decoration, placement of items, and the etiquette and rules of servant services all originated from their noble era."

"But our inns and post stations are different."

Seemingly interested, Chen Jianhai's eyes sparkled as he spoke:

"Looking at our history, as an agricultural society, we didn't encourage people to move around. Even if someone stayed at an inn, it wasn't nobles but commoners and merchants."

"Besides the undercover visits in TV dramas, have you ever seen a member of the royal family staying in an inn?"

The young man was curious, "So where did they stay?"

The elderly man was also intrigued by Chen Jianhai's words and listened intently.

Chen Jianhai laughed, "Of course, they stayed in palaces or the homes of local wealthy merchants. In 'Dream of the Red Chamber,' the emperor stayed at Cao Xueqin's grandfather's house."

Hearing this, the elderly man and the young man suddenly understood.

"So those old mansions from ancient times are the predecessors of our local luxury hotels?" The young man suddenly blurted out.

Chen Jianhai was stunned, then laughed, "I think your understanding isn't wrong."

"It's just a pity that foreign luxury hotels have been passed down and developed through generations."

"But our local luxury hotels have either become tourist attractions, been demolished, or turned into museums."

The elderly man nodded in agreement, "Because of this, it has become even harder for our local hotels to survive and develop."

"With no support and strong external competition, the pressure from outside is immense!"

The elderly man sighed softly as if recalling something.

Chen Jianhai shook his head and patted the elderly man's hand with a smile, "Sir, you shouldn't say it like that!"

"Fog can't press down the mountain, and thunder can't topple the hill!"

"Even without support and with strong enemies, our local hotels can still strive for strength."

The elderly man's eyes sharpened, scanning Chen Jianhai.

For so many years, the words he heard the most were "help" and "opportunity."

Chen Jianhai was the first to say "self-reliance" in front of him.

The elderly man asked seriously, "So how will you become self-reliant?"

Chen Jianhai replied boldly, "Focus and perseverance."

"Focus on capturing the market, persevere in the dual experience of employees and users, plan first and then plan again."

"Start with resort hotels, step by step growing bigger and stronger until we reach glory!"

The elderly man laughed, "That sounds simple."

Chen Jianhai smiled, "Simple things, if you stick to them, lead to success."

The young man was stunned, looking at Chen Jianhai,

the previously lethargic and uninspired hotel owner had transformed when talking about the hotel industry, exuding a completely different aura.

Friendly, humble, professional, and with his own independent consciousness,

he could objectively acknowledge the advantages of competitor hotels, but there was no trace of fear in his words and actions. Deep down, there was an unyielding bravery to compete fearlessly.

The elderly man looked at Chen Jianhai with great interest and asked, "So, do you have confidence in winning against international hotels?"

Chen Jianhai smiled, "I might not be good at other things, but when it comes to building hotels, I'm quite confident."

The elderly man calmly added, "What about magic hotels? That's a foreign concept. Their ancestors have been telling magical stories for hundreds of years. How would you build one? How can you compare?"

Chen Jianhai burst into laughter.

After laughing for a while, Chen Jianhai patted the elderly man's shoulder and asked sincerely,

"Who says we can't build the best magic hotels?"

He wasn't sure if others could build magic hotels, but he was different—he had the system!

As long as he had enough points, building a magic hotel would be as easy as eating or drinking.

Not to mention magic,

he could set up dozens of arrays.

"Great ambition, that's good." The elderly man laughed, gently patting Chen Jianhai's hand.

Chen Jianhai glanced casually at the elderly man's watch and smiled, "So, working with me is the right choice."

...

"Make way, please make way!"

Suddenly, an urgent female voice drew a lot of attention.

Chen Jianhai, the elderly man, and the young man were all attracted by the call.

Looking down,

they saw a girl with twin ponytails carrying a backpack, holding something in her hands, rushing towards Lang Ai Hotel as if her life depended on it.

"Qiaokeli? What's wrong with her?" Chen Jianhai's pupils contracted.

"Please try it! I beg you." Qiaokeli, holding something, ran to the bakery, pleading.

In the baker's bewildered gaze, she raised a transparent plastic box in her hand.

Inside the box was a colorful, sparkling rose.

Unlike ordinary roses, its petals looked fragile and seemed about to fall off, as if it had bloomed to the extreme and was on the verge of withering.

The baker stared at the rose in shock, swallowing, "Did you make this?"

Qiaokeli nodded desperately, "Can you try it? It's been in the fridge overnight. If it isn't eaten soon, the taste will get worse."

A worse taste meant a worse chance of passing her interview.

As if to confirm her words,

just as she finished speaking, a petal of the colorful, sparkling rose fell off.

"Is it poisonous? Can we eat it?" Xu Bo whispered a reminder beside the baker.

Usually, chocolate is brown, black, or white.

This rainbow color was unprecedented!

At first glance, it looked like it had chemicals in it.

The baker, too, was stunned by the falling petal, filled with anxiety.

Under the light, he could clearly see the frost from the fridge and the melting edges of the petal. Thinking about the properties of chocolate,

the baker directly reached out, picked up the petal, and put it in his mouth.

Instantly, happiness spread throughout his mouth and coursed through his body along his breath.

The slight bitterness mixed with sweetness, melting smoothly, felt as delightful as a beauty after intoxication, with a soft and smooth texture upon biting.

Xu Bo worriedly looked at the baker and whispered, "Are you okay, buddy? If something feels wrong, spit it out quickly."