How Should I Choose?

This hotel can be considered a high-end hotel in the city, but the service attitude at the front desk is so poor.

It can only be said that the management of the hotel is very lax.

Mingyang took out his mobile phone and browsed on the review website.

Sure enough, most of the reviews said that the service attitude of this hotel was very poor, and some of the food in the restaurant's buffet was sour.

Some customers even went to the service staff to complain, and the service staff actually ate the sour food in front of the customers! ! ! ! !

What kind of weird behavior is this?

It can only be said that it is irresponsible to customers and also irresponsible to employees.

Mingyang gave his cell phone to Ming Zhonghe, and Ming Zhonghe was also watching, his face getting uglier as he looked at it. There were so many internal problems in the building that cost his son 1.2 billion to buy.

Li Sen also opened the room, 1107.

The three of them turned around and got into the elevator.

"Dad, didn't you notice that there is one thing missing?"

"What's going on?" Ming Zhonghe was a little confused.

"ID card, Dad, the rule is that all guests staying in the hotel must register their ID card, but you see, Li Sen was asked to register it."

"Does the front desk think that we are not together?" Ming Zhonghe tried to explain.

"How is that possible, Dad.

If they are together, they must register, but if they are not together, no one will even ask? "

After Mingyang finished speaking, Ming Zhonghe fell silent.

The three of them swiped their cards and entered the room. The room was very tidy. They checked the hotel's hygiene and found no problems. Ming Zhonghe finally felt relieved.

Mingyang picked up the landline and dialed the room service number.

But it keeps showing busy.

It wasn't until Mingyang called again a few minutes later that the call was answered.

"Do you need any services?"

"My clothes need to be ironed. Please come and get them, 1107."

"Okay sir, please wait a moment."

It was normal for Mingyang to hear this.

The three of them waited in the room for thirty minutes but no one came to pick up their clothes, so Mingyang called again.

"Sir, we'll be there soon. Please wait a moment and I'll help you hurry up."

Twenty minutes later, a middle-aged woman knocked on the door of 1107.

Li Sen stepped aside and let the woman enter the room.

"Who wants to iron clothes? Why bother?"

Mingyang frowned, and Ming Zhonghe's expression was equally ugly.

This woman was very loud and started asking questions as soon as she entered the room.

"Oh, I suddenly don't want to iron anymore."

Mingyang's words made the middle-aged woman's expression change, and she said, "What do you mean? Isn't this just tormenting people?"

Seeing that the middle-aged woman was a bit indifferent, Mingyang took out a hundred yuan and handed it over, and the middle-aged woman took it with a smile.

Then he said thanks and left the room.

The middle-aged woman who left the room cursed people for being stupid and had too much money, and returned to the clothing room with a smile.

She was playing mahjong on her mobile phone in the clothing room just now. She was very lucky today and had already won 200 yuan, but the housekeeping department kept urging her, so her temper also worsened.

Seeing that I couldn't push it through, I told the other three people playing mahjong and reluctantly went to 1107.

The middle-aged woman walked out of the room, and all three of them looked unhappy.

No hotel will allow this kind of tipping behavior. This is what hotels should do, and the price of ironing is clearly marked.

"Dad, let's meet the hotel general manager," Mingyang said.

Ming Zhonghe nodded, called the property manager, and asked the hotel general manager to come to room 1107 immediately.

At this time, the general manager of the hotel was playing poker with several senior executives of the hotel. When he saw the call from Wang Jiawei, he declined the call without thinking.

The general manager of the hotel is Zhou Yi. He is a fat man in his forties with a sinewy face. He used to be the driver of the original owner of the building. Because he was very good at getting things done, he gave him a chance. First, he was made the vice president of the hotel, and later the president. The manager went south for some reasons, so he was simply made general manager.

After becoming the general manager, Zhou Yi got to know some people from different religions, and they became more and more out of character. The original boss remembered the past friendship and didn't say much, but then Zhou Yi became more and more unruly, making the original boss more and more dissatisfied. But everyone knows that Zhou Yi used to be his driver. If Zhou Yi is dealt with rashly, people who are interested will definitely think that he does not miss his old relationship.

Coupled with the overall economic downturn, the original owner had the intention to sell until Ming Zhonghe acquired it.

Before the original boss left, he dug a hole for Zhou Yi and did not tell him that it had been sold.

After Zhou Yi hung up Wang Jiawei's call, he cursed casually and continued playing poker.

The housekeeping manager glanced at the call note on the phone.

"Brother Zhou, will it be okay if you don't answer?"

"Fuck, what can happen? If anything happens, the boss will tell me what kind of thing Wang Jiawei is!"

"Yes, Brother Zhou is mighty. Follow Brother Zhou and kill anyone who disobeys!"

Listening to the compliments from the hotel subordinates, Zhou Yi felt a little carried away.

"Yes K, do you want it? If not, I can go out." Zhou Yi completely forgot about Wang Jiawei's call and concentrated on playing poker.

The opponent looked at the card in his hand that was bigger than the K and said no.

After winning, Zhou Yi was very happy: "Come on, let's continue. After playing in the evening, I will take you to a large health care, I will arrange it!"

Listening to Zhou Yi's heroic words, the subordinates echoed.

Looking at Zhou Yi who refused to answer his call, Wang Jiawei smiled.

"Hey, let's see if you die this time!!!"

Wang Jiawei looked at the phone with a sneer.

Room 1107.

After hearing the knock on the door, Li Sen opened the door and Wang Jiawei walked in.

Ming Zhonghe saw Wang Jiawei coming in and said displeasedly: "Didn't I ask you to call the hotel general manager? Where are the others?"

Wang Jiawei looked at Ming Zhonghe, whose face was gloomy, and said cautiously: "Mr. Ming, it's not that I didn't ask him to come, it's that I called him and he didn't answer. If you don't believe me, look at my call records."

After saying that, Wang Jiawei pointed his mobile phone at Ming Zhonghe.

Ming Zhonghe saw the call records between Wang Jiawei and General Manager Zhou Yi.

"What about their vice president's phone number? Ask their vice president to come see me immediately." Ming Zhonghe's voice was filled with anger.

"Okay, okay, I'll make a call right now."

After saying that, he called Wu Yun, the hotel's deputy general manager.

Wu Yun looked at Wang Jiawei's call and thought about it before answering.

She had also heard about the disagreement between him and General Manager Zhou Yi, but her attitude towards Wang Jiawei was friendly and there was no other conflict of interest between the two.

After the call was connected, "Hey, Manager Wang, what's the matter with calling me?"

"Mr. Wu, the big boss of the hotel has changed. I called Zhou Yi just now and she didn't answer. Come to room 1107 now."

After Wang Jiawei finished speaking, he hung up the phone before Wu Yun could react.

Wu Yun stared at her phone and fell into deep thought. General Manager Zhou Yi was playing poker with several subordinates in the presidential suite. Wu Yun was a little embarrassed whether to tell Zhou Yi or not.

Wu Yun thought for a while and put down her cell phone to call Zhou Yi.

I walked to room 1107 alone.