I listened to your advice and finally became a male god.

Chapter 341 Becoming a Backer
While having dinner at the hotel in the evening, Zhang Yang learned about the hotel's recent situation after changing its laundry supplier.

"Mr. Zhang, since the change, we have also conducted a customer questionnaire survey, and the feedback has been very good." Anderson said, observing the situation.

"Yeah, not bad." Zhang Yang nodded.

It seems that the Meijie Laundry Factory owned by Teacher Xiao Meng is indeed doing well. It has lived up to his trust and has seized the opportunity given to it.

In this way, he will naturally not be stingy with subsequent orders.

The long-term long-term

After Anderson left, Zhang Yang suddenly felt like flipping through the employee resumes.

Every employee in the hotel has their own information when they join the company.

Even a cleaner, even a security guard.

So, he easily found the information of the little yellow-haired boy during the day and flipped through it.

"this··"

Zhang Yang blinked and looked at the education background in the document, a little surprised.

The education level is high school.

The school turned out to be Yinghai Middle School, his alma mater.

Yinghai Middle School is a key school in the city after all, yet it produced such a funny person.

But on second thought, in such a big school, what weird things are there?
It is not surprising that some of them go astray.

"It seems like Old Sun has really put a lot of effort into training him." Zhang Yang muttered to himself.

If nothing else, at least he was able to go to Yinghai Middle School, which was also due to his ability. As for how he went astray later, I don't know.

He put down the information in his hand and put the matter behind him.

As a big boss, he really wouldn't go out of his way to say hello and embarrass such a small person.

Come and go freely.

·
That night, recalling that Teacher Xiao Meng had complained about his lack of enthusiasm in his WeChat reply during the day, he chatted with Teacher Xiao Meng for a long time.

Teacher Xiao Meng was also in high spirits and kept chatting with Zhang Yang.

"By the way, I specifically told my dad to pay attention to the order from Four Seasons Hotel. Um... the feedback should be okay, right?" Meng Baihan asked a little nervously.

"Yeah, it's really good." Zhang Yang said with a smile, "I'll raise the price for you later, don't let it be a loss-making business."

"Ah?" Teacher Meng was a little embarrassed. "Actually, it's profitable. Don't be so mean..."

Of course Zhang Yang knew how much he earned.

As far as washing is concerned, although Mr. Meng's family may not lose money, they definitely won't make a lot of money. Well, raising the price appropriately is just to take care of old classmates.

Now he doesn't care about those trivial things.

"By the way, let me ask you something." Zhang Yang asked casually, "Is there a student named Tian Long in your school?"

"Tian... Long? Sounds familiar." Meng Baihan said twice, "Oh, now I remember... Tian Long seemed to have been expelled from school a few months ago."

"What's the reason?" Zhang Yang asked again.

"It seems like they are involved in fights, forming gangs, and associating with idle people in society." Meng Baihan thought for a while and said, "Could such people have any connection with you?"

"You may not believe it, but this guy is working as a security guard in my hotel now." Zhang Yang shook his head and smiled.

"I'm here to join my senior." Meng Baihan joked.

"Forget it. He may not even be interested in my security job. He wants to go out and mingle in society." Zhang Yang said with a smile, "By the way, do you have classes tomorrow morning?"

"Mr. Zhang has an appointment, so I have to ask for leave even though I have classes." Meng Baihan said lightly, "Other teachers have no objection, but the students are probably very disappointed."

When talking about this, both of them smiled knowingly, as if they were back in their student days.

Before the start of physical education, English and other courses, when I see teachers of other main subjects walk into the classroom, the classroom is filled with wailing and lamenting that the class has been taken up.

I swear to God, this time it’s really not the other teachers’ fault.

Ding!
Because the host is touched by the life of his alma mater and is in a good mood, he is awarded a donation of 100 million yuan to his alma mater, which can be used multiple times.

A pleasant reminder sounded in my mind.

Zhang Yang smiled slightly.

The system was really knowledgeable and tactful, and it accidentally triggered such a donation.

Logically speaking, Yinghai Middle School has cultivated me after all. I can't say that I have become a talent, but I have cultivated myself into an adult. Theoretically speaking, even if I have not encountered the system, I can at least become a stable screw in the society and live my life step by step.

Therefore, he is still grateful to his alma mater.

Yu Li, donating money to your alma mater can also enhance your reputation, have a potential publicity effect, and um, there are some other benefits.

The system is paying for it anyway, so why not do it?

"How about I donate some money to the school, so I can protect you in the future." Zhang Yang said half-jokingly and half-seriously. "If you want to ask for leave, just tell the principal."

"Are you kidding?" Meng Baihan didn't take it seriously and chuckled.

"Don't believe me, I'm serious." Zhang Yang said.

Meng Baihan was quiet for a moment, and then his voice suddenly became louder.

"Zhang Yang, are you really going to donate money to the school? Is it because of me?" Meng Baihan asked in disbelief.

"Yes." Zhang Yang answered without hesitation.

"Am I really worthy of your doing this?" Meng Baihan murmured to himself, obviously moved.

Zhang Yang smiled and said nothing.

Since the 100 million can be donated in batches, he naturally did not plan to donate it all at once. He had to donate it slowly, year after year. In this way, the school would be grateful for his kindness all the time in order to maintain him as a major financial sponsor.

It’s better to donate tens of millions for the first time.

Tens of millions at one time is not only not a small amount, but it is outrageous.

Because some super-rich people only donated hundreds of millions to their alma mater, but for a high school, tens of millions is a huge sum of money, let alone tens of millions.

On the other end of the phone, Teacher Xiao Meng finally calmed down.

"Zhang Yang, I miss you."

This was the first time that Teacher Xiao Meng expressed his emotions so directly.

Simple, yet bold.

"Do you miss me?" she asked again.

"I..." Zhang Yang opened his mouth, hesitating slightly.

There was silence on the other side, but the faint sound of breathing made it sound like Teacher Xiao Meng was not as calm as he appeared.

Seems a little nervous.

"I do." Zhang Yang smiled and spoke.

"miss who?"

"Miss you."

"Who misses me?" Teacher Meng said coquettishly, "Can't you just say it all at once?"

"Well, I missed you."

The other end of the phone was as quiet as the room, and outside the window the twinkling city lights were visible in the dark night.

Zhang Yang stood by the floor-to-ceiling window with his cell phone in his hand, listening to the breathing of the person on the other end of the phone and looking at the lights of thousands of homes in front of him. He felt inexplicably touched.

It is said that if you say sweet words too much, all the lies will become true.

What kind of feelings do you have towards Teacher Xiao Meng? Is it simply a desire to possess her? Do you like her?

There should be some, right?

·
The next morning, Zhang Yang woke up in the presidential suite at the highest point of the Four Seasons Hotel. The sun was shining brightly outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It feels really good to wake up in your own hotel.

Getting out of bed and facing the rising sun, Zhang Yang gently stretched his body, letting the sunlight shine on his invincible upper body, feeling that every cell in his body was awakened.

"have you woken up?"

He sent a voice message to Teacher Xiao Meng, and then went straight into the bathroom to take a shower.

After taking a shower, I received a photo of Meng Baihan with sleepy eyes on my mobile phone. She looked quite beautiful.

Zhang Yang sent a video call.

After a while, Teacher Xiao Meng appeared in the screen, lying on the bed in pajamas.

"sleepy."

"You didn't have insomnia last night, did you? Is it because of me?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

"Nonsense." Meng Baihan blushed, "Want to have breakfast?"

"Appointment, where?"

After a while, a location was sent to Zhang Yang's mobile phone. He took a look and found that it was a time-honored breakfast shop in Yinghai, which was always crowded.

"Okay, wait till I pick you up."

"Yeah, I'll get up now and put on some makeup." Meng Baihan sent a message immediately.

If you want to put on makeup, it’s too late.

Zhang Yang shook his head and laughed, changed his clothes slowly, and walked straight out of the presidential suite.

Later in the evening, parking space downstairs at the Four Seasons Hotel.

"Good morning, Mr. Zhang!" A security guard held his head high and chest out, looking very heroic and confident.

"Eh?" Zhang Yang was about to open the car door. "Are you Tian Long? Did you shave your head?"

Tian Long is still the same Tian Long, but under the security hat, the yellow hair from last night has long disappeared, leaving behind a head of green stubble, obviously he has shaved his head.

"In response to Mr. Zhang, start from the beginning and be a good person." Tian Long said, standing upright.

"Of course. A prodigal son who returns is worth more than gold." Zhang Yang nodded and smiled, and casually threw a pack of cigarettes to him from the car. "Work hard, and you may be able to take over your uncle Sun's job in the future."

The salaries of employees at the Four Seasons Hotel are not bad. Take the security guard for example, there is actually a promotion path, from security guard to security captain, to head of the security department, and director.

Being the director of the security department, can the income be low?
Of course, whether he can sit in this position depends on himself.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, thank you for your encouragement!" Tian Long's blood was boiling and his eyes were excited.

For some reason, Zhang Yang actually saw a hint of enthusiasm for himself in his eyes.

Huh?
Just turn on a detector.

Detection object: Tian Long

Degree of goodness and evil towards the host: fanatical worship, admiration, awe

Ah this?

Zhang Yang was a little surprised.

Young people of this age are really passionate, simple and straightforward. Do they worship themselves?
But thinking back on it, he felt it was natural.

If he were in Tian Long's shoes, he would be facing a boss who owns huge assets, has financial resources as deep as the ocean, and has a strong personal charm. The most important thing is that this boss is not a weak person, but has a strong arm.

Fuck, give me a reason not to admire him first? He is so admirable in every aspect, okay?

"Yeah." Zhang Yang looked at Tian Long deeply, said nothing, got into the car, and drove away first.

At the same place, Tian Long himself was still immersed in excitement and ecstasy.

Mr. Zhang actually encouraged me?!

I caught Mr. Zhang’s eye!
Me, me, me...

"You kid!" Security captain Sun Shu came over and scolded with a smile. "Boss Zhang gave you a cigarette? Wow! Good kid! Boss Zhang treats you so well?!"

His eyes widened as he recognized the unopened pack of cigarettes in front of him.

One thousand dollars a pack, and he has never smoked in his life.

"Uncle!" Tian Long excitedly opened the cigarette and was about to pass it to Uncle Sun, "I'll go pass some to the others as well."

"Hey!" Uncle Sun looked around and stopped him, "Just take what Mr. Zhang gave you. Don't be so high-profile. People's minds are hard to predict. Do you know what others think?"

Tian Long was stunned for a moment, then nodded as if he understood.

·
On the roadside at seven or eight in the morning.

Zhang Yang stopped the car and waited for Teacher Xiao Meng.

Not long after, a figure trotted out from a villa in the distance. The figure had black hair draped over his shoulders, and was wearing clear soup noodles. He had an unconcealable scholarly air.

"Good morning." Meng Baihan got into the car quietly, bringing with him a hint of fresh and elegant fragrance.

"Let me smell it." Zhang Yang smiled and moved closer to Meng Baihan's neck. "What perfume? It smells nice even though it's light."

"Don't...it's itchy..." Meng Baihan moaned in a trembling voice.

Zhang Yang was just teasing her.

It was early in the morning, so we weren't going to do anything serious. But I didn't expect that she was so easily teased that her earlobes turned red.

"Let's go and eat first." He smiled and sat in the driver's seat.

Meng Baihan hummed lightly, touched his hot face secretly, and fastened his seat belt.

There was a constant flow of cars in front of Fengxiang Hotel in the morning.

Zhang Yang's Cullinan stopped in front of the door and he got out of the car with Teacher Xiao Meng.

Fengxiang Hotel is a time-honored brand in Yinghai, a decades-old shop famous for its authentic Huaiyang-style breakfast. Walking into the lobby, it was crowded with diners everywhere, and there were aunties pushing carts full of side dishes.

"Let's go and find a place to sit down." Zhang Yang had been here before and knew that there was no service at all at this place.

Just order whatever you want to eat and wait.

Fish soup noodles, shrimp steamed dumplings, blanched dried bean curd... After a short while, all the ordered dishes were served to the table one after another.

The table was a large round table shared with other people, and there was a couple and a few young people sitting at the table.

Zhang Yang casually left the Cullinan car keys at hand and tasted the long-missed taste of his hometown with Teacher Xiao Meng.

The fish soup is rich and smooth, and the shrimp is chewy and tender.

With a sip of soup and a steamed dumpling, and listening to the hustle and bustle around, the atmosphere of the city life comes up in an instant.

"How is it? The taste hasn't changed, right?" Meng Baihan asked softly.

"It hasn't changed. It still tastes like my hometown." Zhang Yang nodded with satisfaction.

A few young people at the table were eating, and from time to time they glanced at the Cullinan car keys placed casually on the table. While looking at them, they were whispering to each other.

Just a few words, what is true or false? It looks very textured and so on.

Zhang Yang occasionally heard a few words, but he just smiled and didn't take it to heart.

Because he has seen this situation many times and has long been accustomed to it.

Later, after a very memorable breakfast full of the flavor of home, the sun finally rose to noon outside, the sun was shining brightly, and even the traffic on the road gradually increased.

Zhang Yang planned to take Teacher Xiao Meng to buy some things and then go directly to her house.

There was someone standing next to his car Cullinan on the side of the road, holding up his mobile phone to take pictures.

"Excuse me, please make way." Zhang Yang said casually and opened the car door.

Suddenly, several people nearby felt a little embarrassed and quickly put down their phones, then pretended nothing had happened and walked away quickly.

(End of this chapter)