There were several billboards across the street, with Chinese on top and English on the bottom.
Jiang Xue, quick-witted, fluently spoke a long string of English, politely asking the man, "You want to turn this grand hotel into an international hotel?"
The man's eyes lit up immediately. "You speak English?"
"Yes." Jiang Xue's confident demeanor made it impossible to tell that she was a country girl.
Zhao Qian, who had only graduated from junior high school, and the accountant were completely confused by Jiang Xue's long-winded chatter.
"Come on, let's go to my office." The man gestured for us to leave, clearly pleased.
Jiang Xue finally breathed a sigh of relief. As she passed Zhao Qian and the accountant, she gave them both a disdainful look.
She didn't want things to fall apart with Zhao Qian, but her outward appearances were really over the top.
"Please sit down, please sit down. I'm the owner here, my surname is Wang." He very politely invited Jiang Xue to sit opposite him.
"Now tell me about your planning proposal."
Jiang Xue's mind raced. Although she had absolutely no background in restaurant management, she had experience working in various hotels, hot pot restaurants, and other eateries.
"First: The customer is always right."
Second: Everything is for the benefit of the employees.
"Third: Diners' suggestions are very important."
Mr. Wang looked at Jiang Xue with a puzzled expression. "I understand that the customer is God, but why is everything about the employees' needs? And what about the customers' suggestions? We hired a chef who was transferred from Kyoto."
Jiang Xue smiled faintly, "Relationships are reciprocal. If we treat our employees well, will we still have trouble finding good employees? And if we treat our employees well, they will treat our customers well."
After this explanation, Mr. Wang suddenly understood. "This is a good idea. I need to study it carefully."
Jiang Xue quickly reminded her, "Our chef is indeed a master chef, but there are significant differences between the North and the South, especially in terms of taste. You may do very well in Kyoto, but you may not be able to do it as well in our southern city."
"Tell me about it," Mr. Wang said, as if he were talking to a seasoned businesswoman who had traveled all over the country, not a country girl.
“I can tell you exactly what I want, but I’d like to take on your hotel’s curtain business,” Jiang Xue said bluntly.
If she doesn't bring it up now, and waits until the other person has taken all the benefits from her before bringing it up, she's not stupid. By then, the chances of closing the deal will be greatly reduced.
"Hahahaha...you're really clever, little girl." President Wang immediately burst into laughter. He not only appreciated Jiang Xue but also admired her greatly, recognizing her as both courageous and resourceful.
"Okay, we'll sign the contract with you in a bit."
Although Jiang Xue was overjoyed, she remained composed and did not show any happiness. Instead, she focused on helping President Wang consider the chef's issue.
"Southerners prefer light flavors, but we have mountains and rivers here, and the humidity is high. People in humid places have a characteristic: they love spicy food."
Jiang Xue paused, took out a piece of white paper from her bag, and carefully analyzed the local people's tastes and the tastes of northerners with President Wang.
“You could easily add a few Northern dishes to the menu. Information isn’t readily available these days, and many people have never even left the city, let alone the province. That would satisfy diners’ curiosity and also increase our brand awareness.”
Mr. Wang listened intently, "You really are a talent. Which university did you go to? Would you like to come work for me? I'll give you the sales manager position."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com