Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Chapter 180 A bit interesting

The foreman on duty at the front office naturally heard the mumbling that echoed throughout the lobby, and immediately stepped forward to comfort him: "Sir, what can I do for you?"

The aggrieved male customer immediately pointed at Zhang Yan's back and asked, "Why did he cut in line?"

Why?

Just because this hotel belongs to him!

Anyone with a clear eye could tell that this was a VIP guest, since the manager had come forward to receive him personally.

Of course, this cannot be said in front of God.

The sweet-looking staff member gave a ruthless professional smile, "Sir, you are really great. You have noticed that we give priority to guests with special circumstances. This is the humanistic care of our hotel. Sir, do you have any other needs?"

Well, he has lost his temper. The big man will not argue with a disabled person, that would be too unkind.

The big man could only continue to queue. The staff member who had just arrived also stood in front of a computer to operate it. After two or three minutes, he raised his hand and said, "You can also come to me to check in."

The big man immediately ran over with a nimble figure and was the first in line.

Zhang Yan, who was waiting for the elevator, naturally heard the noise in the lobby. Just as the lobby manager was about to rush over to deal with it with an embarrassed look on his face, Zhang Yan waved his hand and motioned for him to wait a moment.

Zhang Yan looked at the numbers constantly jumping on the elevator display screen, but it seemed as if he was not seeing anything.

When I heard the foreman euphemistically say that he was disabled, I couldn't help but laugh.

The manager next to him was stunned, his expression changed from embarrassment to confusion.

Isn’t Zhang Yan just a disabled person in a wheelchair? Such remarks are more likely to arouse sympathy than those of a VIP or a company executive.

Zhang Yan not only did not feel offended, but felt that the foreman just chose the most direct and effective way among many options. At the same time, he did not directly point out the big man's desire to get ahead, but instead used another way to meet the big man's needs. This kind of person is very suitable for this kind of service industry.

He is observant and knows how to adapt flexibly to the ways of the world.

Zhang Yan pointed behind him and said to the manager beside him, "Your subordinate is quite interesting and smart. What's her name?"

The elevator arrived and Xiao Tang pushed Zhang Yan in.

The lobby manager followed behind, still wondering what Zhang Yan meant. Was he going to transfer the person to the head office, or was he going to promote him in this hotel?

If you don’t understand, you just don’t want to think about it.

"She is our front office supervisor, her name is Lin Jiaojiao."

"Lin Jiaojiao... nice name." Zhang Yan only responded with this sentence and said nothing else. Only the number in the elevator kept rising.

They both have the same last name, Lin. Look at how good the girl is at talking. Look at Lin Feng again, his mouth is like poison, making people feel cold and heartbroken.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yan picked up his phone and opened WeChat. Apart from the annoying idiot, there was no other new message.

Half an hour has passed. Dr. Lin is really a busy man.

The manager standing by naturally had no idea of ​​Zhang Yan’s thoughts. Having the boss remember his name might be a good thing, or it might not be?

You said it was a good name, but it doesn't sound like a business attitude.

Are you trying to get this person to Zhang Yan?

No matter how capable the people in their hotel are, they cannot compare to those at the headquarters. The manager is aware of this.

Is he going to hide a mistress in a golden house?

That's even more inappropriate... Who is Zhang Yan? The entertainment company under him is full of beautiful women. How could he be interested in a foreman in the service industry? What's more, Zhang Yan probably didn't even see Lin Jiaojiao's appearance clearly.

It's hard to guess what the boss is thinking. I just need to serve him well and run the hotel until I retire. Well, that's about another fifteen years.

With the strength of Tiangong Group, it will not go bankrupt at least in the next fifteen years.

After all, thanks to the Tiangong Group, this hotel is also the venue for many large-scale forums and conferences, so naturally there is no need to worry about business volume.

The manager nervously escorted the guest to the presidential suite.

"Mr. Zhang, this is your room. Mr. Tang's room is next door. Here are the room cards." The manager quickly took out two room cards and carefully looked at the room numbers on the card holders before handing them out.

After Xiao Tang pushed Zhang Yan into the house, he stopped at the door for a while, took a quick look at each room, and then pushed Zhang Yan into the living room.

"No, I'll just stay in the second bedroom. Ask the staff to bring all the luggage over, and also send a cup of hot milk." Xiao Tang directly rejected the idea of ​​moving to the suite next door.

Considering Zhang Yan's physical condition and for safety, Xiao Tang thought it would be better for him to live in the same suite with Zhang Yan. There were many rooms in this suite, so there was no need to waste another one, and it could be used to make money.

Seeing that Zhang Yan did not object to Xiao Tang's words, the manager tactfully went out to make arrangements.

It was obvious that this driver was no ordinary person. His cautiousness could be seen from his action when he just entered the door.

The drivers around the boss sometimes have more say than the managers of their branches.

After Xiao Tang carefully looked at the living room, he went to the master bedroom and bathroom and even looked around the balcony.

After Xiao Tang checked all the rooms, there was a knock on the door. "Mr. Tang, we are here to deliver the luggage."

Not only the luggage was delivered, but also a cup of hot milk, a glass of orange juice, and some croissants and other breads.

Zhang Yan glanced at the food that was served. It seemed that the foreman was smart for a reason.

Xiao Tang brought the hot milk to the coffee table in front of Zhang Yan, along with the plate of bread. "Mr. Zhang, are you going to take a break?"

He was too tired. Even though he slept for two hours in the car, it still couldn't fundamentally relieve the fatigue caused by lack of sleep.

Zhang Yan sat on the sofa and replied to messages on his mobile phone. There were too many things that needed to be finalized by him, but he was the only one, so it seemed that the reform of the company's management had to be accelerated, otherwise Zhang Yan would die of overwork.

The most urgent task is to remove those old men from their management positions. They are old enough and should retire to raise koi and trim plants. Why are they still hanging around and causing trouble? If the old men don't step down, young people will never have a chance to get ahead.

Zhang Yan drank milk while picking out the most important things to respond to first, with a circle of white foam on his lips.

It was late at night, and Zhang Yan still hadn't received the reply he was waiting for.

Zhang Yan supported himself on the armrest of the sofa and stood up shakily. Xiao Tang stood half a meter away from him.

"Help me bring the suitcase in." Zhang Yan walked slowly towards the master bedroom.

"Yes." Xiao Tang walked behind Zhang Yan, one step behind.