Chapter 203: My Employees Can't Spend Money Here?

Hu City, Huaxing Pullman Hotel.

The banquet sales manager stood in the first-floor lobby, constantly wiping the cold sweat from his face.

Half a month earlier, he had received a call from Yun Su Express's headquarters. The other party had booked the largest banquet hall, big enough to hold over a thousand people. At the time he had wondered—did Yun Su really have that many employees in Hu City?

But whoever pays the bills is the boss, so he didn't think much of it and took the deposit.

That evening, when he got a call from the lobby manager, he learned that a guest had filed a complaint.

Every seat in the first-floor lounge area was occupied by Yun Su couriers; guests from the Housekeeping Department who wanted to sit down for a coffee couldn't find a single spot.

He hurried down to the first floor and was immediately dumbfounded.

A dense, dark mass of people—at the very least several hundred, and some couriers had even brought their kids along.

Every one of them was wearing the same Yun Su Express windbreaker.

"Excuse me, everyone! Are you all guests here for the Yun Su Express annual meeting?"

The sales manager wore an apologetic smile, intending to find someone in charge to talk to.

Hearing his words, the couriers around him nodded instinctively.

"Could everyone please move up to the banquet hall on the 24th floor? You staying here is affecting the other guests."

The sales manager continued.

"No way! We're waiting here for the boss!"

"That's right! We're guests too—why shouldn't we be allowed to sit in the lounge?"

"Who cares what he says? We're sitting right here—let's see what he can do about it!"

A few of the couriers saw through the sales manager's intention, their faces immediately darkening as they shot back without any courtesy.

Just now there had been a middle-aged man in a sharp suit, complaining to the lobby manager while pointing and gesturing.

But everyone here was neatly dressed, nothing out of place—surely this place couldn't actually forbid couriers from coming in to spend money?

Just then, a Mercedes-Benz GL550 pulled up at the entrance. Liao Wei arrived with Zhai An, just in time to see the whole scene.

"What's going on?"

Liao Wei frowned and demanded unhappily.

"Are you the person in charge of Yun Su Express? Please don't misunderstand, I don't mean anything by it—it's just that your company's employees have all gathered in the lounge area and are affecting the other guests, so I suggested they go wait in the banquet hall." The sales manager hurriedly explained.

Liao Wei swept a glance over the lobby situation and understood at once.

In the past, he wouldn't have bothered with this kind of thing—just told Zhai An to step in and get the couriers to the banquet hall.

But the big boss had specifically come from Xu City to Hu City today for the annual meeting; any single oversight could leave a bad impression on Chen Yansen.

Thinking of this, Liao Wei asked coldly, "Were they making a big scene?"

"Uh, no, not really." The sales manager sensed things were going south and answered with a bitter smile.

"Then how exactly are they affecting the other guests? They're guests—does that mean our Yun Su employees aren't? Get your general manager down here. If this can't be explained clearly, we'll see each other in court."

Under Chen Yansen's influence, Liao Wei now constantly had phrases like "I'm a legitimate businessman" and "Believe it or not, I'll have my lawyer send you a letter" on the tip of his tongue.

"The main thing is, a customer complained. Boss, look, I'm just an employee here…" The sales manager bowed repeatedly, apologizing in a panic.

"Mr. Liao's temper is quite something."

A teasing voice, tinged with amusement, came from behind.

The moment Liao Wei heard it, he turned around—and sure enough, saw Chen Yansen striding over, with two people following behind him.

"Boss, it's not that someone was bullying our employees, is it? As the CEO of Yun Su Express, of course I have to step in and handle it."

Liao Wei grinned, a flattering smile on his face.

Since following Chen Yansen, although he had nearly lost his life, his standing in the circle had been rising steadily.

In the past, Chen Dejun of Shentong used to look at him like some stray cat or dog on the roadside, but now he didn't give Chen Dejun the time of day!

The "Three Tongs and One Da" had been beaten into steady retreat by him; Shentong and Yuantong had slashed their lowest price down to one yuan, and still couldn't match Yun Su.

"Who filed the complaint? Tell him to step forward!"

After hearing Liao Wei's explanation, Chen Yansen stared straight at the sales manager.

The sales manager's face was full of difficulty—both sides were hotel guests, and at this moment he was filled with regret, wishing he had never come downstairs.

"I filed the complaint—so what? This is a five-star hotel. You country bumpkins, you really think this place is some vegetable market?"

A middle-aged man, impeccably dressed, walked over slowly accompanied by the lobby manager, a flash of contempt in his eyes.

In his view, the boss of this courier company was crazy—picking the Pullman as the venue for the annual meeting was one thing, but actually inviting all the couriers here too?

His brain must have been completely addled!

"Country bumpkin? Your accent isn't local either—where did your ancestors come from?"

Chen Yansen had spent over a decade in Hu City in his previous life, and the local girlfriends he'd dated numbered well over a dozen. The moment he heard the man's words, he knew the accent wasn't authentic.

The middle-aged man immediately lost his composure at those words, his face flushing bright red. He pointed at Chen Yansen and cursed, "You little punk, no manners at all, an ill-bred son of a—"

"Bam!"

The middle-aged man's head snapped down as if it had been struck by a hammer, and he nearly passed out.

"You dare hit me? I'm calling the police!" The middle-aged man came to his senses and shouted loudly.

Chen Yansen looked at the courier who had thrown the punch—eighteen or nineteen years old, smiling shyly.

"Boss, you go up first, I'll handle this." Liao Wei was nearly furious. He hadn't expected that after all the hard work of half a year, such a huge mess would blow up at this critical moment.

"No need, it's still early." Chen Yansen waved his hand.

The hotel security, seeing a guest had been hit, rushed over immediately. Seeing the situation escalating, the Pullman's general manager could no longer sit still.

Others might not know, but he was very familiar with Yun Su—Senlian Capital stood behind it.

It was absolutely not just a simple courier company!

"My apologies, Mr. Chen. This was the hotel's failure to handle things properly. I will mete out appropriate punishment to both the sales manager and the lobby manager. In addition, for your company's expenses tonight, I can offer a 5% discount. I hope this will smooth things over."

General Manager Jiang Minghao ran over quickly, apologizing while glaring fiercely at two subordinates.

"My employees can't spend money here?"

Chen Yansen raised his eyelids, looking at the hotel manager before him, and questioned in a serious tone.

"Of course they can. This was our mistake in the first place. I apologize to everyone. These are Pullman buffet vouchers, a small token of our appreciation; we hope you will accept them."

Jiang Minghao replied with a smile, then pulled out a stack of free meal coupons from his pocket and handed them to the couriers standing nearby.

One does not strike a smiling face; Chen Yansen smiled as well, unwilling to argue further with the hotel, and led Liao Wei, Yunsu's top executives, the station manager, and the couriers to take the elevator one by one to a brightly lit banquet hall.

Zhai An stayed behind to handle the follow-up cleanup work.

Before long, the patrol vehicle arrived. Two patrol officers questioned the hall manager, Jiang Minghao, Zhai An, and the courier who had struck someone, only to learn that the middle-aged man's foul mouth had caused the trouble.

"Do you want to go to the hospital? Others were holding their annual meeting, there was no loud quarrel; why did you provoke them?"

The young patrol officer said impatiently.

"Oh, they hit me! I didn't start it first! Arrest that young leader just now; he instigated it!"

The middle-aged man covered his face, baring his teeth in a grimace as he shouted.

He wasn't seriously injured, just with a bruise on his face.

"The young man you mentioned is the big boss of Yunsu Express, the founder of Pinbai and Chengzi Phones, with tens of thousands of employees under him and a net worth of tens of billions."

The older patrol officer standing nearby reminded him in a low voice.

The implication was clear: you can pursue this, but just don't be afraid of retaliation.

After hearing this, the middle-aged man's heart gave a "thud"; he understood the patrol officer's subtext.

He had heard the names Pinbai Shangcheng and Chengzi Phones from others.

Moreover, the big bosses of these two companies were rumored to be young men.

"Forget it, forget it, consider it bad luck, truly damn unlucky!" The middle-aged man instantly cowered, adopting an attitude of not pursuing the matter.

"So it's Boss Ye Yizhi; we can say we met through conflict. Boss Ye does clothing wholesale business, so I must give you a big gift."

At this moment, Zhai An held the record from the patrol form and quickly found out the other party's background.

A second-hand dealer messing around with clothing on Qipu Road, with only a few coins in his pocket, yet putting on quite an act.

Hearing Zhai An's veiled threat, Ye Yizhi raised his eyebrows and replied, "Stop being sarcastic here; do you think I'm afraid of you?"

"Best if you're not afraid."

Zhai An looked at him with a smile.

Seeing this, the two patrol officers said a few words and then drove away hastily.

Although Ye Yizhi was tough on his tongue, after learning Chen Yansen's identity, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

However, he thought again that he did offline business and had no connection with the other party, so he relaxed.

He took Zhai An's threat as mere bluster!

Afterwards, he returned to the private room upstairs and started clinking glasses with several business partners.

"Boss Ye, I heard e-commerce is very popular now; if you understand operations, you can sell tens of millions worth of goods online in a year. I just don't know how to play."

"Old Zhou, I know this area well. Remember little Zheng from the stall on the second floor? He opened a store on Pinbai last year and bought a new BMW in just two months."

"Wow! E-commerce makes money like this!"

"Huh? Boss Ye doesn't seem very happy tonight; should little brother take you to Jin Yulan to cool off?"

Hearing his old friends' teasing, Ye Yizhi forced a smile and asked curiously, "Is the boss of Pinbai very powerful?"

"More than powerful! Have you heard of Yunsu Express? The little boss who opened a Taobao store on Qipu Road used to rely on the 'Three Tong and One Da' last year, but this year he switched everything to Yunsu. I heard the CEO of Yunsu Express almost got wiped out by a big truck!"

"Damn! Could it have been Yu Weijiao from Yuantong?"

"What are you thinking! The person who acted was Chen Feilei, the boss of Sufeng Express; he's already behind bars."

"Boss Ye, why does your face look worse and worse?"

Ye Yizhi's face was not just ugly; his hands and feet even began to tremble. He was truly afraid.

When he entered the hotel in the evening, he was just showing off, mocking a few times, and even complained to the hall manager.

He didn't expect such bad luck, kicking such a hard iron plate.

"This Liao Wei is also a ruthless person; he had the couriers below dismantle more than ten Sufeng outlets."

A boss sitting next to Ye Yizhi discussed this with great interest.

Businessmen like them, who have cars and houses in Hucheng, usually love to chat about business circle gossip.

At this moment, Ye Yizhi didn't even have the mood to drink, fearing that by the next day when he arrived at his stall, he would find the store demolished by someone.

Actually, dealing with him didn't require such trouble.

Zhai An returned to the banquet hall and reported the handling results to Chen Yansen. Chen Yansen hummed, took out his phone, made a call, and arranged Ye Yizhi's fate clearly.

One hour later.

Ye Yizhi, sitting in the private room, received calls from cooperating factories one after another; simply put, they would no longer supply him with goods.

The last call was from the stall landlord, telling him to move out of Qipu Road within three days.

Ye Yizhi hung up the phone, looking utterly dejected.

For Chen Yansen, dealing with Ye Yizhi was just a matter of making a phone call; if this person hadn't jumped in front of him, he wouldn't have deigned to look at him.

(End of this chapter)