I Have a Five-star Seaside Hotel

Why is he staring at me?

Chen Jianhai, who was happily chatting with Zhang Mingyuan while waiting for the food, suddenly felt a deep gaze fixed on him.

He instinctively glanced over and unexpectedly met Song Zhan's eyes.

"Could it be that this white-haired old man is also captivated by my unique personal charm??"

Chen Jianhai was startled.

At this moment, he was still immersed in the joy and pride of being proactively kissed on the cheek by a girl, 

believing that his attractiveness was unparalleled, 

and developing the illusion that everyone adored him immensely. 

Just as Chen Jianhai was marveling at his overwhelming personal charm, 

Song Zhan spoke up. 

"Boss Chen, you're truly remarkable for your age. To have so many enterprises under your name at such a young age is truly impressive." 

Chen Jianhai, who was never one to be humble, felt pleased upon hearing the praise and immediately responded: 

"Oh, it's nothing!" 

"I only have three hotels, not that many enterprises." 

"Haven't you two been to my Langai Hotel yet?" 

"Let's rest well today, and in the next couple of days, I'll take you to my Langai Hotel for a look." 

"The experience there is completely different from the Jasmine Hotel!" 

At this point, Chen Jianhai got excited and directly said to Zhang Mingyuan: 

"Director Zhang, how about this! Let's add another clause to the contract!" 

"During your rehabilitation period, not only can you stay at the Jasmine Hotel as you please, but I'll also give you special access to my Langai Hotel in Nanjiang." 

"My hotel has two round trips to the city daily via the Ocean Star luxury cruise liner." 

"If the uncles and aunties get tired of staying on the island, they can take the cruise to Nanjiang for a couple of days." 

"The food and accommodation costs will follow the agreed contract, combining both hotels." 

We'll double the fun without increasing the price! 

Zhang Mingyuan's eyes widened upon hearing such a good deal. 

"Really?" 

Chen Jianhai replied with utmost sincerity: 

"Of course, it's true!" 

"Although the island has everything and the climate is great," 

"the place is really too small." 

"Even if you want to climb a mountain, there's only a small hill at the back. Some uncles and aunties who enjoy hiking might get bored after a couple of days." 

"Besides, both Langai and Jasmine are my hotels. As long as the uncles and aunties are comfortable, it doesn't matter which one they stay at!" 

As he spoke, a restaurant employee came in with a freshly brewed teapot. 

Chen Jianhai quickly stood up, took the teapot, and poured tea into Zhang Mingyuan and Song Zhan's cups. 

"Here, uncle, try this tea." 

While Chen Jianhai was speaking, Song Zhan kept observing Rui Keya's expression. 

Just as children are a mirror of their parents, 

employees often reflect the boss and the company. 

By observing carefully, one can often glean a lot from the employees. 

While Chen Jianhai was talking to Zhang Mingyuan, Rui Keya's expression remained calm and natural, smiling as he sat beside them, clearly accustomed to Chen Jianhai's generous nature. 

"How is it? Does it taste good?" 

Seeing Zhang Mingyuan sniff the tea, Chen Jianhai asked. 

"It's really good!" 

Zhang Mingyuan, being a tea enthusiast, could tell it was good tea just by the aroma and the color of the tea. 

Chen Jianhai smiled: 

"Director Zhang, if you like it, I'll pack some for you to take home later." 

Zhang Mingyuan quickly declined: "No, no, that's not necessary." 

Chen Jianhai insisted: "Oh, Director Zhang, don't be polite with me!" 

"Besides, a few packs of tea aren't worth much. I don't understand tea well, so it'd be a waste for me to drink it." 

With that, Chen Jianhai turned to Rui Keya and said: 

"Pack a few more packs of tea for our uncle later." 

Rui Keya: "Sure thing, boss." 

I wasn't being polite… 

Zhang Mingyuan was a bit overwhelmed by Chen Jianhai's enthusiasm. 

His purpose for coming to the Jasmine Hotel was twofold: first, to check out the environment and see if the Jasmine Hotel and Xiao Majia Island were suitable for rehabilitation. 

Second, to see if he could negotiate a lower price. 

Even though his He Youran Sanatorium was quite large, he was still just a director, not a businessman. 

He wasn't very familiar with the intricacies of business negotiations. 

That's why he had brought Song Zhan along—both to catch up and to seek his advice. 

But this hotel owner was being way too enthusiastic! 

Before he could even discuss the price, the owner was already adding things to the contract. 

and even offering to give away tea… It felt like he was giving away things that weren't his own, without a care.

And this tea wasn't cheap!

Could there be something fishy going on??

Zhang Mingyuan had originally intended to discuss the price, but Chen Jianhai's actions left him at a loss.

He hesitated, unsure how to proceed. 

Meanwhile, Chen Jianhai, like the naive second son of a landlord's family, kept chattering away. 

He was in an unusually good mood today, 

and seeing the white-haired old man here made him even happier. 

Since Zhang Mingyuan was a friend of the white-haired old man, that practically made him his own friend by extension. 

So Chen Jianhai didn't bother with any roundabout tactics and even felt a greater sense of warmth toward Zhang Mingyuan. 

"Director Zhang, by the way, I also have a hotel in Zaomen." 

"Uncle Song has been there. It's also built really well," 

"and its style is quite different from both Langai Hotel and Jasmine Hotel." 

"It's really fun!" 

As he spoke, Chen Jianhai took out his phone, opened his photo album, and showed Zhang Mingyuan pictures of the Zaomen Lion Castle Hotel. 

"Look, this is my hotel." 

"It has a large amusement park with all kinds of attractions." 

"There are thrilling ones and relaxing ones—it's really fun!!" 

Zhang Mingyuan looked at the photos in the album and instinctively nodded along, unsure what Chen Jianhai was trying to achieve with this. 

If it were anyone else showing off their achievements at the dinner table, 

he would have thought they were boasting and showing off. 

But Chen Jianhai… he didn't seem like a normal person. 

"How about this!" 

Chen Jianhai flipped through the photos, then suddenly placed his phone face down on the table and said: 

"Let's do this!" 

"Let's add another clause to the contract: during the rehabilitation period, the uncles and aunties can also stay at the Zaomen hotel!" 

"As for the price… forget it! The price will be the same!" 

"But there will be a limit on the number of days." 

Chen Jianhai, though generous, still had his rationality intact. 

Based on the performance of his three hotels, 

Langai Hotel was the most stable in terms of occupancy rate and social recognition, and it was his main source of income. 

Most of his wealth came from Langai Hotel. 

The Lion Castle Hotel was the one losing the most money. 

Even though the Lion Castle Hotel was still operating at a loss, 

given some time, especially after the completion of the roller coaster and Ferris wheel at the Magic Century Theme Park, 

the Lion Castle Hotel would undoubtedly become the most profitable of the three hotels! 

At most, he could allow the uncles and aunties from the sanatorium to stay at the Lion Castle Hotel for a night or two to experience it, but long-term stays were out of the question. 

Hearing Chen Jianhai wanting to add yet another clause to the contract, Zhang Mingyuan quickly interjected: "Boss Chen, calm down!" 

"We haven't even eaten yet. There's no rush to discuss business." 

Zhang Mingyuan truly couldn't understand Chen Jianhai's approach, so he decided to stop him first. 

Chen Jianhai laughed: "You're right, we haven't eaten yet. No rush!" 

"After dinner, our hotel has a water cinema tonight. Let's go watch it together." 

As they spoke, the restaurant staff began bringing in the dishes. 

"Wow!" 

Song Zhan and Zhang Mingyuan carefully examined the dishes in front of them, their eyes filled with amazement. 

On the white porcelain plates, squid ink was used to paint various misty mountain landscapes, paired with fish, caviar, vegetables, and fruits. 

Though they were dishes, they looked like traditional Chinese landscape paintings, making it hard to tell whether they were food or art. 

"Is this 'Release the White Deer Among the Green Cliffs'??" 

Song Zhan pointed at a plate and exclaimed in surprise. 

On the plate in front of them, the ebb and flow of water connected with towering mountains, while cranes and other rare birds roamed freely among the mountain streams. A large blank space resembled a mountain path, with a white deer galloping freely in the middle. 

It gave off a feeling of eternal green pines, timeless sun and moon, and carefree elegance. 

"Yes, this is the 'Release the White Deer Among the Green Cliffs' you ordered." 

Rui Keya enthusiastically explained: "The head chef of our 'Dafei Zhouzhang' series is the same artist who drew the big bad fox on the small blackboard." 

"Ohhh, impressive!" 

Song Zhan clicked his tongue in admiration, then took out his phone and politely asked Chen Jianhai: 

"Young boss, do you mind if I take a few photos before we eat?" 

Chen Jianhai quickly replied: "Uncle, go ahead! Take as many as you like!" 

Seeing Song Zhan take out his phone, Zhang Mingyuan also pulled out his phone and snapped a few photos. 

Chen Jianhai even helped turn the table so they could get detailed shots of each dish's plating and presentation. 

After the two had finished taking photos, everyone picked up their chopsticks and began eating. 

Xiao Majia Island was known for its variety of fish and seafood, 

and the islanders supplied the Jasmine Hotel with the freshest and largest fish daily, so the ingredients were undoubtedly fresh. 

Combined with the precise knife work of the sashimi and the artistic presentation, the meal was both enjoyable and satisfying. 

By the end, each of the four had a bowl of delicious fish soup, and Song Zhan and Zhang Mingyuan were thoroughly satisfied. 

However, Chen Jianhai's frown deepened, and his stomach began to ache intensely. The bucket of ice cream he had eaten earlier seemed to have a magical reaction with the fish soup. 

He endured it for as long as he could, but finally, he couldn't hold it any longer and said: 

"Director Zhang, Uncle Song, please continue eating. I need to visit the restroom." 

With that, Chen Jianhai gave an apologetic smile, stood up, and left the private room. 

His sudden departure left Rui Keya at a loss. 

He watched Chen Jianhai's retreating figure, his mind racing. 

What did the boss mean by suddenly excusing himself during the meal? 

Was he supposed to stay and attend to the guests, or was there some deeper meaning? 

After some thought, Rui Keya also stood up and said, "Director Zhang, Uncle Song, I'll go brew another pot of tea." 

With a clang, the private room door closed. 

Now, only Zhang Mingyuan and Song Zhan remained in the room. 

Zhang Mingyuan looked at his old friend, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "What do you think?" 

Song Zhan replied, "About what? There's a lot to consider. What are you asking about?" 

Zhang Mingyuan glanced at Chen Jianhai's seat: "What do you think of him?" 

"I feel like he's being overly enthusiastic."

"By the end, I didn't even dare bring up the contract. I was afraid he'd end up signing all three hotels over to me."

Zhang Mingyuan took a sip of water to calm himself.

"He seems like a good kid, but a bit silly, don't you think?" 

Song Zhan looked at his old friend and shook his head helplessly. "He's not silly. If anything, you're the silly one." 

"I really wonder how you've managed to keep your sanatorium running all these years." 

Zhang Mingyuan chuckled. "Fool's luck, I suppose. Treat people sincerely, and they'll treat you the same way." 

Song Zhan rolled his eyes. "Oh, shut up, old man." 

"I've been hearing you say that for decades, and I'm sick of it." 

Zhang Mingyuan chuckled again. 

Just as the two were chatting, Chen Jianhai pushed the door open and walked back in. 

"Director Zhang, Uncle Song, how was the food? Should I ask the kitchen to bring some more main dishes?" 

Zhang Mingyuan quickly replied, "We're full, really full. No need to trouble yourself further." 

Song Zhan also waved his hand in front of him, indicating that no more food was needed. 

"Then shall we go for a walk?" Chen Jianhai asked. "Or would you two prefer to rest in your rooms?" 

"Let's rest for a bit, Boss Chen. You just got off the boat too. Go and rest first," Zhang Mingyuan said honestly. 

He and Song Zhan had been climbing mountains and hiking around the island since morning, and their old bones were truly exhausted. 

All they wanted now was to return to their rooms and rest. 

Meanwhile, Chen Jianhai, having just finished an epic bathroom session, felt his stomach still churning. He suspected another round was imminent and wasn't keen on walking around either. 

Both parties were on the same page. 

Hearing Zhang Mingyuan's considerate words, Chen Jianhai was almost moved to tears. 

"Alright, then I'll escort you two back to your rooms. I'll come find you tonight, and we'll go watch the movie together." 

… 

After escorting Zhang Mingyuan and Song Zhan back to their rooms, Chen Jianhai hurried back to his own room, flung open the bathroom door, and sat down on the toilet. 

Damn it, I'm never eating that much ice cream again. 

As he cursed, Chen Jianhai pulled out his phone, opened his social feed, and started scrolling to see what major events had happened today. 

Xu Yong: "Rare day off, took the little princess out to enjoy the sun." 

Like. Next. 

Ning Youyou: "Romantic Nanjiang 3-day premium tour, limited-time offer at 98 yuan per person. Sign up now!" 

Like. Next. 

Huang Baichuan: "21st International Beer Exchange Symposium countdown: 13 days to go." 

Like. Next. 

Wen Zifan: "An ice cream shop in the autumn, selling white romance." 

Like—Chen Jianhai's hand paused! 

He quickly opened the photo Wen Zifan had posted. 

In the blurred background of the photo, the buildings and streets of Huanhai Road were faintly visible. 

A slender arm held a beautifully wrapped bouquet of white flowers in the center of the image, with sunlight cascading over the petals, filling the scene with warmth. 

Anyone could tell it was a gift. 

The comments below were varied: 

Bai Cheng: "Wow!! So beautiful. ❤️❤️" 

Chocolate: "So pretty! Tell us, who gave it to you??" 

Reception Staff: "Ahhh! So beautiful! Does this mean you have a boyfriend now???" 

Chen Jianhai's face turned red as he read the comments on Wen Zifan's post. He felt both the urge to admit it and the desire to hide, an itch-like excitement stirring in him. 

Then he came across the comments from the male employees. 

Electrician: "Only 8 flowers?" 

Plumber: "Sister Zifan, if a man isn't willing to spend money on you, he doesn't truly love you. Only giving 8 flowers is just too stingy." 

Doorman: "Wow, the bouquet looks big, but it's all wrapping paper. It's even smaller than the one I gave my dad on Father's Day." 

Lu Bin: "White flowers???" 

Chen Jianhai: "…"