His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 1485

"What a big joke!" Black Chicken complained angrily, and then said, "They still smear us, it's really shameless."

"Don't worry about it for now." Qian Miao said something, and asked him: "How many people have applied for the job?"

Black Chicken said: "There are quite a few interested parties, just waiting for us to give them a raise."

"Then brush it off." She didn't hesitate.

Hei Ji knew what she was thinking, and this salary really couldn't be increased randomly. Just like jobs in funeral parlors, everyone knows what the job content is, so very few people go there, and even if they go, they go for the high salary.

If the salary is raised, it means that the hotel has acquiesced to those alarmist rumors and acquiesced that the hotel is a murderous hotel.

If you want to wash away people's fear, you have to start with themselves and look at this hotel with a normal heart.

As soon as the rejection message was sent out, within ten minutes, five people expressed their desire to come for an interview.

The black chicken showed joy: "Boss, these people are all veterans, there are men and women."

"You go to the interview and you're hired without any problems."

"Well, okay."

"Wait a minute." Qian Miao thought for a while, and then said: "Let them prepare their resumes. You can interview directly at the side door, so you don't need to come in."

"Okay, I see what you mean."

On this day, the live broadcasts of the two hotels started almost at the same time, with different themes, but because of the relationship between the two managers, they were quickly bound together and became one of the hot topics of discussion.

On the first day, Laixi Hotel won.

The good-looking anchor plan they adopted was very successful, attracting a large number of fans to watch, plus the opening of the hotel during this period, various discounts, and a surge in orders.

At night, the front desk reported to Cang Lan that the rooms for the next half month were basically full, except for the presidential suite.

It costs five figures to stay in the presidential suite for one night, and few people are willing to do so.

Cang Lan was half happy and half sad, and said lightly: "It seems that our customer class is still too low, we have to find a way to attract some high-level people."

"Miss Lan, this is already very good. You don't even know that Das over there has been live broadcasting for a whole day, and the popularity of the live broadcast room has only increased, and there is no one staying there!"

"It's not in a hurry, just wait slowly. If it's still like this after half a month, then you can feel at ease."

After finishing speaking, she asked: "How is Cui Jinghuan? Did you reply?"

"Oh, I've already inquired about this, it's purely a rumor! Cui Jinghuan's schedule for next month is already full, and he doesn't have time to come to Wucheng at all! Das Hotel, it must be a poor donkey who made this trick! "

Cang Lan smiled sarcastically: "Really?"

"Really! That's right, it's a bit troublesome. Now it's said on the Internet that he's coming back to our hotel. Now, how can we explain it?"

Cang Lan sat down on the sofa, and said leisurely: "It's nothing, just make a statement when the time comes, anyway, it's next month's business."

"Oh, yes."

A person walked in from the outside, the lobby manager of the hotel, with a happy expression on his face.

"Miss Lan, good news, just now a guest has booked the presidential suite for the next week."

Cang Lan was startled, and immediately smiled: "We must serve you well! Who is it?"

"It's Tang Yi, Mr. Tang."

Cang Lan narrowed her eyes, and her smile faded a little.