Chapter 234: The Most Yearned-for

Chapter 234: Chapter 234: The Most Yearned-for Feng Yiping is suffering from a toothache. Looking at the list of plans submitted by Gao Zhiyi, he plans to rent a new store, but the office space is not enough, so he has to rent a new one. For someone who has returned after more than 20 years, he really doesn't want to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars a year renting office space. If possible, he would like to buy even the current stores.

However, they had no choice but to rent it. The small three-storey building that the decoration company was in now had nearly 50 people working there, and they wanted to use even the first floor lobby. The 300 square metres that Zhitong Company originally rented was already overcrowded with Jiajia squeezing in some people. In short, apart from departments such as finance that can have independent offices, everything else is mixed together and taken turns to sit in. If this continues, it will never work, so they still had to rent it.

When Zhou Xinyu and the others were looking for a shop for Youjia, they also paid attention to the office space, as Feng Yiping had said, but they couldn't find any that sold takeaway food. There was no choice but to rent it. Unfortunately, not many office buildings were being built these days, and in the past two years, there had been an increasing number of formal and informal companies. In particular, the more informal the company, the more it paid attention to the office space and the more it wanted to find a grand office building.

There were always people queuing up to rent, so who would think about selling takeaway food?

Feng Yiping signed the document with a vengeance. Damn it, if things go on like this, I might as well build one myself!

Unexpectedly, once this pique of a thought came to life, it could no longer be suppressed. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was a good idea. Commercial real estate is even more profitable than ordinary real estate. Just look at the husband of the national husband later. The reason he stood out from so many real estate tycoons in the country was because he owned a large amount of commercial real estate.

If you don't build an office building, you can build a hotel. You can set aside a few floors for office use and the rest for the hotel. This is quite a beautiful idea.

He had seen a movie called 'Dragon Hunting' starring Andy Lau and Shu Qi. The movie wasn't very good, about the prince of the new era and Cinderella, interspersed with the story of a nerdy guy turning the tables on a rich beauty and a single mother experiencing a second spring. But Andy Lau played Sam Ching, who lived on the top floor of his own hotel, and it was so comfortable, damn, it made people die of envy.

Feng Yiping thought, what is a man most yearning for? To be able to call a hotel home.

Think about it: as soon as you arrive at the hotel, the receptionist and the lobby manager run over to open the door for you. As soon as you enter, the receptionists all half-bow and say, 'Hello, Mr Feng!'

All the way along the way, the suit-wearing men and black-silk-clad women (the key is the latter) respectfully move aside to greet you. Then you get into the exclusive elevator and go straight to the top floor. As soon as you sit down, the catering department sends a girl with a good appearance and temperament sweetly asks you with a notebook in her hand, 'Mr. Feng, would you like to drink 1982 Chateau D'Yquem or just-squeezed corn juice? For lunch, would you like Chinese or Western food? If Chinese, Sichuan, Shandong, Huaiyang or Cantonese, which would you choose? If Western, French, Italian, British, American, Russian or German, which would you choose?'

After ordering, the housekeeping department sent another girl up, 'Mr Feng, these are the clothes you changed yesterday, they have been ironed,' and then she blushed and said, 'Do you need me to change your clothes?'

At lunchtime, the chef himself pushes the trolley up to serve you, and while you eat, he waits on one side. He does everything, from changing the plates for the dishes to cleaning up everything from the cutlery to the napkins to any possible oil stains on the table after you've finished eating.

In the evening, the recreation department will come again and ask you, 'Mr. Feng, would you like a Chinese, Thai or Japanese massage tonight? A new Ukrainian supermodel masseuse has arrived, would you like her to serve you? (As for whether the Ukrainian supermodel knows how to massage, I don't think so, but please don't ask for details).'

In the morning, the receptionist will call you again with a voice that has ten stars of sugar content, reminding you that it's time to get up. And while you're still sitting on the bed, the catering department will send another girl (why is it another) who makes you salivate just by looking at her to bring you breakfast. The housekeeping department will send a girl to help you squeeze the toothpaste, fill the bathtub, find the clothes you want to wear today, and wait outside, waiting for you to leave the door before she starts cleaning...

What a happy life! You get the attentive service of a hotel, but also the warmth of home. Of course, you can also meet girls in black silk uniforms at work, but you are just their superior, and they work for you, not the other way around. It's different in a hotel, where serving you is their vocation.

'Yiping, dinner's ready!' Feng Yiping came back to his senses and saw Huang Jingping standing in the doorway of the study, about to take off her apron. She looked at him with some confusion, "What's wrong with you? What were you thinking about, so engrossed, that you didn't hear me call you a few times?'

'Oh, I was thinking about something, work-related.'

'Have you run into another problem? Look at you," she walked over and pulled out a tissue, 'why are you drinking so fast and why is there so much water around the corners of your mouth?'

Oh my, did I just drool? Feng Yiping blushed, took the tissue, and said, 'I'll do it myself.'

The lunch was very tasty, with stir-fried eggplant with sauce, stir-fried meat with chili peppers, pork ribs and seaweed soup, and a rare serving of steamed kaiwei shrimp, which was appetizing and nutritious.

'I went to the farmers' market today, and happened to have this. I knew you liked it, so I bought some.' Huang Jingping peeled the shrimp, dipped them in vinegar, and then handed them to him.

'I'll do it myself,' Feng Yiping simply put down his chopsticks, got straight to work, and handed it to him. He thought about it later: he had been in Guangzhou the whole time, and now, it was rare to eat seafood again. It was better in the provincial capital, where it was easy to buy, but in the city, there was still no dedicated seafood market, and it was just luck if you wanted to eat it.

It wasn't that seafood was so good or tasty, it was just that he missed it.

Seeing Feng Yiping enjoying his meal so much, Huang Jingping said, 'Next time I go, I'll talk to the owner and ask him to save some for us sometimes.' Sёarch* The nôvelFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

'No need, it's just a change of pace.'

'Yiping, some of my classmates have asked me several times to go out with them, and they mentioned it again to me yesterday,' Huang Jingping said to Feng Yiping halfway through the meal.

'What's the big deal? It's a day off, so it's a good idea for you to go shopping. Where are you meeting? I'll give you a lift.'

'What they mean is, they want to ask you to go with me.'

'That's fine too. I'll make a few more phone calls in the afternoon and I'll be free. You make the arrangements with them.'

'Okay, I'll call them after dinner.' Huang Jingping was a little happy. Some of her friends had found girlfriends and would show them off to everyone, and she guessed the girls were in the same frame of mind.

After a good meal, Feng Yiping deliberately delayed for a while, guessing that Gao Zhiyi might be cuddling up to Li Jia and falling asleep. So he gave him a call, talking nonsense and not getting to the point. Sure enough, after a while, Li Jia was shouting next to him, 'Feng Yiping, you skinflint, you won't let people have a rest on the weekend.'

Feng Yiping had achieved his goal and was in a very good mood, so he told Gao Zhiyi about the real business. 'Brother Feng, next week, you arrange to investigate the office buildings and hotels in the provincial capital. I have some ideas in this area, and I won't disturb your sweet weekend now.' As soon as Li Jia grabbed the phone, he hung up immediately. I told you that living together would be fun!

I also played a little prank on the way, hehe, I suddenly feel so happy!