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Chapter 257 Zhang Yang said hello

In the video, Meng Baihan was slightly stunned, seemingly surprised by Zhang Yang's understatement.

"Let me ask you, what is the name of your washing factory? How is the equipment?" Zhang Yang asked in detail.

"Ah?" Meng Baihan was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly covered his mouth to react, his eyes full of surprise and disbelief, "You don't mean to..."

"Don't get too happy yet." Zhang Yang on the other side smiled and said, "I have this idea, but the prerequisite is to ensure the finished product. I can't let the customer sleep on our hotel bed, and end up with skin problems, right?"

"Zhang Yang, don't worry, our equipment has just been replaced, and it is strictly in accordance with the washing standards. We will never cut corners, and the cost is low." Meng Baihan said quickly, but as he spoke, his voice became softer. Go down.

"However, it is precisely because of this that our prices are slightly higher. After all, the cost has gone up."

"It doesn't matter." Zhang Yang smiled. "Okay, let me go find out and wait for me to get back to you."

The price doesn't matter, because the current outsourcing washing price is not low. It doesn't matter who does it. The money has to be spent anyway, so it is better to do Teacher Xiao Meng's family a favor.

After the chat ended, Zhang Yang received many messages from Teacher Xiao Meng.

"Andison, let me ask you something, which laundry factory does our hotel's linen washing outsource to? What's the price?"

Suddenly, both Meng Baoliang and his wife looked very ugly.

Isn't this the same as being poached in person, only for the other party to show off one's power?

"Equipment...we have replaced the equipment..." Meng's mother said from the sidelines.

"If I have to tell you the reason, your equipment is old and can't keep up with the needs of our hotel. Is this enough?" Director Tang glanced at the couple.

"Honestly, is this price normal?" Zhang Yang continued to ask.

Although in fact, to him, this is indeed a very trivial matter.

Jinling Hotel is a relatively old five-star hotel in Yinghai. When it was first completed, it was very popular, but it gradually became outdated.

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Early the next morning, Yinghai.

Seeing that the order contract had been taken out on the table, Meng Baoliang and his wife looked at each other and seemed to see the embarrassment in each other's eyes.

However, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. This is Yinghai's first five-star hotel.

With that said, he pushed open the office door.

"Reason? There is no reason." Manager Tang, the director of the housekeeping department, walked in a hurry.

"Hello, Mr. Tang."

For Anderson, the matters arranged by the boss are of course the top priority. What does it mean to change a linen washer?
"But let's wait until tomorrow to tell Teacher Xiao Meng about this." Zhang Yang said to himself.

"Hello, Boss Wang." Director Tang nodded, then looked back at Meng's father and mother, "By the way, Boss Wang, this is your colleague, do you know me?"

If you agree too quickly, it seems that the weight of the matter is too light.

Colleagues all want to take orders from Four Seasons Hotel, but so far, Four Seasons Hotel has always used Fusen for washing.

But now because of the incident at Teacher Xiao Meng's house, he specifically wanted to know more about it.

Father Meng and Mother Meng didn't sleep all night. They got up early in the morning and planned to go to Jinling Hotel to find Director Tang in the guest room.

The person in front of him is Fusen’s boss, Wang Fusen.

"It's late, the hotel has decided to change." Director Tang turned back and smiled, "Fusen Laundry Factory, you guys should know it, right? We are going to cooperate with this company, everyone is here."

"When the time comes, let's be more sincere and correct. As long as the cooperation can continue and the profit margins are further reduced, it's not impossible." Meng's father said in a low voice.

Everyone knows that the Four Seasons Hotel has high requirements for washing. Of course, it is not stingy with its price, and the price it offers for washing is also quite high.

Of course they knew about Fusen Laundry Factory. A local laundry factory that was larger than them worked with some big customers. For example, the Four Seasons Hotel, which they dreamed of cooperating with, was Fusen's number one customer.

In the past, he had never bothered with such trivial matters.

He doesn't need to explain the reason, just notify him and Andy will implement it.

Meng's father and mother's expressions froze at the same time, and their hearts twitched, knowing that the cooperation with Jinling Hotel must be considered dirty.

"Mr. Zhang, our family is now cooperating with the local Fusen laundry factory. Fusen is also a large local laundry factory with very good qualifications. The price is... not low. A set of linen cleaning costs 12 yuan. , an average of two sets per room, which is 24 yuan per room.”

"Why don't you recognize me? Isn't this Boss Meng from Meijie Laundry Factory?" Wang Fusen cupped his hands, "I'm sorry, Boss Meng, I'll handle this business."

"Let's do this. The order with them will not be renewed when it expires. I will switch to another one. I will send you the specific information later. As long as the price quoted by the other party is not higher than the current price of Fusen Washing Factory, it will be finalized directly. No need. Lower the price, if it’s higher, let me know.”

Behind him, the Meng family followed closely, almost begging grandpa to sue grandma.

They were all about their various qualifications, various equipment, etc., and then there were a series of pitiful expressions.

As soon as I entered the office, a man with fair complexion and boss-like appearance stood up with a smile on his face.

At about ninety o'clock in the morning, the couple arrived at the Jinling Hotel.

"Mr. Tang, don't we cooperate well? How do we say that if we don't cooperate, we won't cooperate?" Father Meng followed behind with a smile on his face, "There must be a reason, right?"

"Even if the price is reduced, it won't work." Father Meng shook his head and sighed.

"Losing it on your own initiative? How low has our price been? No matter how low it is, it will touch the cost. What else can we do?" Meng's mother frowned.

"It's within the normal range." Anderson said honestly, and added, "It's on the high side of the normal range."

The two of them found the room director, Manager Tang, quite low-key.

Zhang Yang shook his head and smiled, looked at the time, and called Anderson directly.

"Well...Mr. Tang, since you are busy, we won't disturb you." Meng Baoliang lowered his hands and said awkwardly.

"Slow down, I won't send you off yet." Director Tang said without raising his head.

The couple walked out of Director Tang's office in a daze, feeling a little confused for a moment.

Jinling Hotel, which we have cooperated with for so many years, has such a big customer just disappeared like this?

"Hey, after all, what Xiaohan did yesterday was too ruthless and didn't give anyone any face. How could Director Tang not be angry as his uncle? How could he not vent his anger on his nephew?" Mother Meng said.

Naturally, he would not say these words in front of his daughter, lest Meng Baihan think too much.

But there was no one else at the moment, just the couple, so naturally they weren't that particular.

"Forget it, just earn less. As long as you are safe and your daughter is happy, I will be satisfied." Meng Baoliang shook his head and said.

But both the couple knew that behind this understatement of earning less, it meant that the net profit for a year was reduced by hundreds of thousands.

What a heavy loss!
"Go back. Work harder and develop more customers. Our machine has so much production capacity, we can't waste it, right?" Meng's mother said.

"You still have to deal with clients at your age." Meng Baoliang said helplessly.

There used to be salesmen in the factory.

But in recent years, as business has stabilized and the factory's processing capacity has almost reached saturation, salespeople are no longer needed.

but now··
The couple sighed deeply and were about to leave Jinling Hotel.

Suddenly, Meng Baoliang's cell phone rang. "Who?" Mother Meng asked.

"Who else can it be? Our precious daughter." Meng Baoliang shook his head and answered the phone with a smile, "Hello, Xiaohan?"

"Dad, Dad, I've found a big order for you! Are you free now?" Meng Baihan's voice was full of uncontrollable excitement on the phone.

Meng Baoliang and his wife looked at each other, a little surprised.

"Large Orders?"

"Dad, you go directly to the Four Seasons Hotel now and find Mr. An, the general manager of the hotel." Meng Baihan said.

Meng Baoliang was holding his cell phone, his mouth was wide open, and he thought he heard wrongly.

"Go to the Four Seasons Hotel and find Mr. An? No...Dad, did I hear you right? What's going on?"

"Dad, didn't you say you lost an order? The order is here now. All you have to do is go and it will be there." Meng Baihan said on the phone.

"But..." Meng Baoliang wanted to ask something else.

"Oh, Zhang Yang said hello, just go over there." Meng Baihan didn't explain much, just kept letting Meng Baoliang go over.

For a long time, Meng Baoliang put down his phone blankly.

"What's going on?" Meng's mother grabbed Meng Baoliang nervously and asked.

"Xiaohan called me and told me to go to the Four Seasons Hotel and go directly to the general manager, saying that he had an order for me." Meng Baoliang murmured to himself, "She also said that it was Zhang Yang who said hello...Zhang Yang, it seems He must be Xiaohan’s high school classmate.”

He still vaguely remembered the name.

"Her high school classmate, the one who has a girlfriend..." Meng's mother was also a little at a loss, "This... this young man, has so much energy? Does he have a relationship with the Four Seasons Hotel?"

"Let's go take a look first." Meng Baoliang said decisively.

Whether it succeeds or fails, it is useless for the two of them to guess riddles here. They have to see it in person.

At that moment, the two of them no longer hesitated, left the Jinling Hotel and drove straight to the Four Seasons Hotel.

In just over half an hour, we arrived at the place.

“Four Seasons Hotel!”

Outside the car, Meng Baoliang looked up at the two-hundred-meter-high building in front of him and sighed,
Yinghai’s five-star ceiling, a landmark.

Although he has come here for various banquets more than once, this is the first time he has come here to discuss business.

The first time he came, just because of a phone call from his daughter, Meng Baoliang was somewhat lacking in confidence and was afraid of losing face and making a joke.

However, he still bravely walked into the hotel lobby with his wife and walked to the front desk.

"Hello sir, how can I help you?" the young and beautiful hotel receptionist asked politely.

"Um... I'm looking for your general manager, Mr. An." Meng Baoliang stepped forward and said.

"Have you made an appointment in advance?" the hotel front desk asked.

"Yes... yes." Meng Baoliang said uncertainly.

The girl at the hotel front desk looked at the middle-aged man in front of her a little strangely, then picked up the phone and dialed.

She didn't know how long it took before she put down the phone, her voice a few degrees more enthusiastic than before.

"Sir, Mr. An is waiting for you. There is an elevator in front of you. You can go directly to the twentieth floor." She pointed in the direction enthusiastically.

A moment later, in the elevator.

Meng Baoliang and his wife looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes.

"Surprisingly...it really happened."

"You don't understand my daughter, so why would you call me even if there is no such thing? Since I said it, it must be so." Meng's mother said firmly.

After a moment, the elevator stopped.

An empty, extremely quiet office floor.

The couple followed the house number and finally found the general manager's office.

Meng Baoliang stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Please come in." A gentle voice came from inside the door.

The couple pushed open the door gently and entered.

Meng Baoliang saw the figure sitting behind the desk at a glance and knew that this was Mr. Anderson, the current GM of Four Seasons Hotel.

"Hello, Mr. An, I am Meng Baoliang from Meijie Laundry Factory." He smiled and stepped forward to extend his hand.

"Hey, Boss Meng." Andy stood up one step ahead of them, holding his outstretched hand with both hands with great enthusiasm, "Come on, please sit here."

His level of enthusiasm obviously surprised Meng Baoliang and his wife.

This seems to be a bit too enthusiastic, right?
After a while, Andyson arranged for tea to be served again, and there was another round of pleasantries, which made Meng Bao's conscience murmur.

"Um... Mr. An, actually I..." He tried to get to the point.

"Is this our hotel's laundry business? Oh, don't worry, Mr. Zhang has already said hello to me, so there's no problem." Andy went straight to the subject quite cheerfully, "Let me give you a detailed introduction to our current laundry needs."

He introduced in detail the current cleaning practices of an average hotel, which includes not only the full set of linens in guest rooms, but also tablecloths and tablecloths in restaurants.

Then, specific washing requirements were also mentioned.

While Meng Baoliang listened attentively, his mind turned to Mr. Zhang mentioned by Mr. An just now.

Could this Mr. Zhang be Meng Baihan’s high school classmate, Zhang Yang?

Why does the GM general manager seem to have a lot of respect for him in his words?

"By the way, Boss Meng, please give us a specific price. We will almost sign the contract today." Anderson said suddenly.

This sentence instantly brought Meng Baoliang's thoughts back to reality.

Sign a contract?
Linen washing contract at Four Seasons Hotel? !

In just an instant, his heart beat very fast, almost to the point of bursting out of his chest.

It went so smoothly?

The Four Seasons Hotel's list includes all the linens in the guest rooms, as well as tablecloths and cloths in the catering area. Mr. An also mentioned the demand just now.

This is a stable daily order of several hundred sets!
Then this price...

Meng Baoliang weighed the Four Seasons Hotel's strict requirements for washing, quickly calculated the cost, then gritted his teeth and quoted a number.

"Mr. An, look, how about ten yuan a set?"

(End of this chapter)