Chapter 171 What Bad Intentions Could the Assistant Have?

As soon as these words came out, Lian Mianhou and Song Mishan suddenly looked embarrassed.

really,

It's not like buying a house. It's really useless to talk about whether the layout is good or not.

Song Mishan took the initiative to open the file on the desktop and said:

"To be honest, the other areas of this hotel are not very different from other hotels, and there is nothing special about them."

“But his deep-sea theme is particularly good.”

When he mentioned the word "special", Song Mishan paused emphatically, and then said:

“This hotel’s deep-sea suites and deep-sea restaurants are among the best I have ever seen in terms of sea views, fish, lighting, and room layout.”

"Although I have stayed in underwater-themed hotels before, compared to the Langai Hotel, I can only say that those are low-end hotels."

Song Mishan spoke truthfully.

While listening, Kou Cen looked through the pictures and information of Langai Hotel, his eyes changed slightly.

Song Mishan has traveled with him all over the country for so many years. He has stayed in many good hotels and eaten in countless good restaurants.

Even he can say that,

It seems that this hotel is really good.

"What do you think?" Kou Cen turned to Lian Mianhou and asked.

"The hotel environment is very good and the atmosphere is good. But I'm worried that it won't be easy to negotiate the price."

Lian Mianhou expressed his thoughts.

As an external liaison producer, his main job is to contact the venue and coordinate all parties.

Therefore, his main task, in addition to watching the venue, is also responsible for communicating with the opponent.

And the feeling Wen Zifan and the entire hotel gave him,

Although very warm and polite,

But it is limited to enthusiasm and politeness,

There is no other superfluous attitude,

This made him feel that it might not be too convenient when discussing business in the end.

"Don't worry about such small things, I want a good scene."

Kou Cen waved his right hand,

He didn't take Lian Mianhou's anxiety to heart at all.

This time the producer came with a big investment.

The money spent on renting a hotel will not be taken seriously at all.

The market feedback after launch is what they really value.

Kou Cen said: "We can wait until the others come back to decide on the hotel affairs."

"In addition, I will inform everyone to hold a meeting at 2:00 this afternoon to finalize the candidates for the male and female protagonists."

"Okay, Director Kou."

…

A few days later,

"Okay, thank you for choosing our hotel."

"I'll tell our boss right away."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Zifan took a deep breath.

Just now,

The crew of "Mr. Sweetheart" called and wanted to rent the hotel's venue to film the TV series.

"I've never seen a TV series filmed live!"

A trace of excitement flashed in Wen Zifan's eyes, he picked up the notebook in his hand and looked for the place where Boss Chen appeared.

The first stop, the boss’s office, was not there.

The second stop, the lobby coffee table, was not there.

The third stop, Deep Sea Restaurant, is not here.

Wen Zifan rolled his eyes helplessly.

This boss is completely different from other bosses. He doesn't have a fixed place every day, so he just wanders around the hotel.

finally,

After experiencing the swimming pool, bar, children's playground, and fitness facilities,

Wen Zifan saw Chen Jianhai on the distant beach, shirtless, lying on a coconut umbrella wooden bed wearing a pair of swimming trunks and wearing sunglasses.

At this moment,

do not know why,

Wen Zifan, who was sweating profusely, wanted to strangle this lazy guy to death.

Change into high heels and stockings,

Wen Zifan stepped on the beach and walked up to Chen Jianhai under the scorching sun, and said:

"Boss, I have something to report to you."

Um?

Chen Jianhai was lying on the beach and taking a nap, lazily and drowsily.

Leng Buding heard Wen Zifan's voice,

He was so frightened that he subconsciously pulled the towel next to him to cover the breasts on his chest.

He half sat up awkwardly and said:

"What's up?"

When Wen Zifan saw this, he rolled his eyes silently.

speak;

"Boss, "Mr. Sweetheart" just got a call and wants to rent our hotel's undersea suite, deep-sea restaurant and garden as a filming location,"

"The rental fee is 100,000 a day,"

"According to needs, the actors of the crew may also need to stay in the hotel, and the cost of the stay will be calculated separately."

Chen Jianhai stood up calmly,

While wrapping himself in a bathrobe despite the high temperature, he frowned and asked:

"Are the directors and producers of this crew confirmed?"

"Sure."

Wen Zifan said.

"I checked their project application letter and approval notice online. The producers and production units are fine."

Chen Jianhai thought for a while and said:

"The price of 100,000 yuan a day is okay, and the hotel can accept it."

"Okay boss, I'll get back to them."

Wen Zifan finished talking about the business and was about to leave, but when he saw Chen Jianhai's flushed face,

A smirk flashed in her eyes.

"By the way, boss, there's one more thing."

Wen Zifan suddenly spoke, with hesitation in his eyes.

"What's up?"

Chen Jianhai's voice contained obvious anxiety.

At this time, there was heat rising from the top of his head, and large beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead down his chin. He really wanted to take off his bathrobe and go into the sea to cool off.

But female employees report work in front of me,

He also doesn't like exposing his breasts and only wears a pair of swimming trunks to communicate with others. He always wants to leave himself some dignity as a boss.

So I could only grit my teeth and endure it.

"Let me think about it...what is it?"

There was a thoughtful look in Wen Zifan's eyes, as if the words were on his lips but he just couldn't remember them.

Chen Jianhai could still wait patiently at first.

But as two full minutes passed,

Chen Jianhai's face was already flushed with heat, and his right hand loosened the collar of his bathrobe from time to time.

My whole body is like being washed with water,

Beads of sweat dripped down in strands.

Wen Zifan saw that Chen Jianhai's patience had reached its limit. If he waited any longer, he would suffer from heatstroke and fainting.

Then he tapped his head lightly, and with a look of enlightenment on his face, he said:

"It seems nothing is wrong. Boss, I'm going back to work first."

After saying that,

Wen Zifan tilted his head slightly and smiled mischievously at Chen Jianhai.

He twisted his body and walked towards the hotel.

in the sun,

Wen Zifan's thin red flip-flops stepped on the beach, digging up a handful of golden sand with every step.

Puff puff puff,

Like a small excavator, with a hint of naughty and teasing.

Watching Wen Zifan turn around,

Without saying a word, Chen Jianhai took off his bathrobe and threw himself into the sea with a "gudong" sound.

The cool sea water instantly takes away the heat from the skin and washes away the sweat on the body.

"Why didn't I find a male assistant back then!!!"

Chen Jianhai patted the sea angrily.

"If I find a male assistant, let alone talk about work in swimming trunks,"

"Even in the sauna, I can still be honest!"

I swam twice with my head down and muffled.

Suddenly Chen Jianhai emerged from the sea with a puzzled expression on his face!

its not right,

That girl is so clever. She writes down everything and her schedule in her notebook, every detail.

How could she have something she couldn't remember? !

Thinking of this, Chen Jianhai's expression gradually became ferocious.

"She did it on purpose!"

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