Chapter 618: Service Madman

As the host and the housekeeper, the served and the server, a lot of adjustments are required.

The difference in artistic taste is just one of the many differences between Nan Ming and Muller.

Another difference is the address. Nan Ming felt that no matter calling Mahler or Muller, it seemed like a curse.

Nan Ming said, "Since you serve me, let me give you a Chinese name, Ma Lei."

Mr. Muller was very aggrieved by this, and Nan Ming said: "You know, in ancient China, it was an honor for a servant to be given a name by a master. Do you want to change my name to Nan Ma Lei? Forget it, it still sounds like a curse, Your name is Ma Lei..."

"Sir, although it is my honor to serve you, there is one thing I want to correct. I am not a servant, I am a steward!" Mr. Muller argued with Nan Ming, "The steward is not a servant, but a companion, friend, family member of the master, It is a part of the master's body, please respect me as you respect your left and right hands, the Filipinos are servants!"

Nan Ming looked down at his right hand, and said quietly: "When I go to the bathroom, should I also respect my right hand?"

Mr. Miller has black hair.

Nan Ming said: "So, since you are a part of my body, respect or disrespect is a part of your life, accept or not accept, is your choice."

Mr. Muller wanted to refute, but after thinking about it, he found it reasonable. Although he has served the Eslagon-Ming family all his life, serving the Chinese master and the new master is still a new kind of attitude. experience.

Therefore, Mr. Muller accepted the fact that Nan Ming gave him a Chinese name with this feeling of "I always feel that something is wrong, but I can't tell it".

He still struggled a bit, went to look up the name, and then came back and said to Nan Ming: "Sir, although I accept that you gave me a Chinese name, why is it called Ma Lei? I am not a groom!"

"Horse has a very beautiful meaning in Chinese culture. Besides, how high can Müller (Müller means miller in German) be? If there are high and low surnames, how can Mitarai reason?"

Thus, Mr. Muller became Ma Lei, or Lao Ma for short.

There are countless conflicts between Lao Ma and Nan Ming's daily concepts, but these are secondary, and there is one point that must be made clear earlier.

Seeing that Nanming was handling some affairs at his desk, when he started to relax, Lao Ma served Nanming some hot tea and asked, "Sir, can I delay your time for a few minutes?"

"No." Nan Ming said without raising his head.

Old horse: "..."

Stand aside and wait.

"What's the matter? Tell me." Nan Ming fiddled with the phone for a while before looking up at the old horse. To be honest, he really admired the old horse's patience.

"Sir, I think you have misunderstood me now." The old horse said, "Although I am your housekeeper, I..."

"I know, you are not a servant." Nan Ming said.

"If you need me, I can also be your servant, but I can also be your assistant in your career, sharing your worries." The old horse stood up straight, puffed out his chest, and said: "I, Ma Le Muller is not only a housekeeper, but also a successful businessman with assets of three billion US dollars. He owns a variety of luxury goods and high-end service industries. I can serve not only you, but also more people Serve, be your right arm and right arm.”

Nan Ming's eyes widened. At that moment, he was really surprised.

He always thought that Mahler Müller was just a housekeeper, maybe he had a small fortune, or he could be regarded as a rich man, but he was just an old-fashioned aristocrat who inherited his ancestral property and was gradually declining.

He didn't expect Lao Ma's assets to be worth three billion US dollars.

Although Nanming has just received a $3 billion order from Eagle Sauce, this is not the same, and there are still many variables.

Then Nan Ming thought of those works of art, are these things genuine?

The old horse looked at Nanming's expression. The reason why he served Nanming was because he wanted to avenge the Muller family's nearly two hundred years of sacrifice and enslavement.

But he served Nan Ming as he wished, but he just indulged in trivial matters and conflicts of ideas.

This is not the result he wanted.

But Nan Ming's answer made him feel like falling into an ice cave, Nan Ming shook his head, "This is impossible."

"Why?" Ma's disappointment was beyond words.

"Because I don't trust you." Nan Ming said.

"But you have accepted me as your housekeeper, and let me serve you personally..." the old horse said, even so, do you still trust me?

"I asked you to keep me by my side because you can't harm me." Nan Ming smiled, no matter whether it is the two major powers of "empathy" and "guardianship", or the super bodyguard "lazy god", he is also the most powerful bodyguard. Or Nan Ming's self-confidence in his "lazy" authority, and even self-confidence, made him not afraid of any conspiracy against him by Mahler Muller.

On the contrary, if the old horse has any conspiracy against him, it will be more convenient for him to monitor him.

Waiting for work with leisure is the most suitable thing for Nan Ming.

"Nan Ming, I think you are becoming more and more like the Great Demon King now!" Lazy God exclaimed, the domineering level of Nan Ming's words just now, the demeanor that no enemy would see in his eyes, is simply a replica of the Great Demon King!

Nan Ming is speechless, this guy who comes out to narrate anytime and anywhere is really in the way, go, go, don't talk! Spoil the atmosphere!

Nan Ming changed his posture and looked playfully at the old horse standing in front of him. He was probably in his early fifties, with a serious face, a straight figure, wearing a tuxedo, white gloves, gray hair, and a standard butler image.

Nan Ming is not a fool, he naturally knows that under this loyal appearance is the heart of an old fox, this old guy is not as simple as he looks on the outside.

If it's a simple person, can they easily subdue everyone including Yang Ji on the Silence?

If it was a simple person, how could he become Abi Eslagon-Min's most important right-hand man?

For Abby, Ma's betrayal was probably more serious than the physical injury she suffered.

To a certain extent, the old horse was the biggest spoil in the battle between Nan Ming and Sha Ming.

Being stared at by Nan Ming like this, Lao Ma felt his hairs explode.

This is the legendary Great Demon King of Nanming, who made a powerful family work hard for generations to get rid of him when he was weak.

The cruelest demon king in the legend, the one who wants to destroy mankind and destroy the universe.

The most powerful authority in the legend.

This is a smiling, ordinary-looking teenager.

"Then I implore you to give me a chance to prove my loyalty and ability." The old horse gritted his teeth, "If you really don't trust me, you can fear me."

He has experienced the feeling of losing his freedom for decades, and if possible, he really does not want to go back.

But if Nan Ming can be trusted to trust him, he is willing to do so.

Nan Ming stared at the old horse, then smiled: "I don't need to be afraid of you, if you want a chance, then I will give you this chance, tell me, what can you do?"

...

Serve.

What Lao Ma is best at is service.

As he said, he operates several high-end service brands and luxury brands. He can serve Nanming and serve more people at the same time.

So Nan Ming gave Lao Ma a chance, and Nan Ming took him to the Qingyang branch of the Lanshen Club.

Nan Ming sat on the sofa in the hall of the branch library, stretched out his hand and pointed, which meant, show it to me.

But the old horse didn't move, he just stood quietly behind Nan Ming, watching carefully.

Nan Ming was not in a hurry, he fiddled with the phone, and dealt with some things that needed to be decided by him through the internal system, until the old horse reminded him: "Sir, look."

A drunk man walked in through the door with someone's support. Obviously, he had just finished socializing.

Nan Ming didn't know him, and he was obviously not an important customer of the Lanshen Club. Judging from the way he dressed, he should be a relatively small boss. Like Zhang Qinghang back then, he entered the Lanshen Club because he wanted to rely on this environment. Grow your own business.

Such a boss, in the busy Lanshen Club, is actually not taken seriously. Although they often appear in the club, it takes a long time before they can really enjoy the massage service of the Lanshen Club, not from the Lanshen Club. main customer base.

But Nan Ming looked in the direction that the old horse pointed, and saw an employee standing in the corner, paying attention to the drunk man when he came in.

With a sound of "Wow", the drunk man walked a few steps and vomited out.

For a while, the stains splattered and the smell wafted away.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The young man supporting the boss, perhaps his secretary or the driver, said to the staff of the Lanshen Club who came quickly, his face flushed with embarrassment.

"It's okay, sir, please go this way, we will clean up." The employee said, and then he helped to support the boss: "Please sit over there for a while and take a rest. I will prepare a glass of water for you."

There were cleaning staff in the hall, so he didn't need to clean it up, but next, Nan Ming saw that he was almost kneeling on the ground, helping two people clean up the stains on their shoes.

Then he said to the boss: "Sir, your shirt is dirty, if you don't mind, let me clean it for you when you enjoy the scheduled service?"

"Uh..." After the boss vomited, he regained consciousness and said in embarrassment, "I... I haven't booked a service yet."

It is expensive to book a service, even if you are a member of the Lanshen Club, not everyone can afford it.

"It's okay. My staff lounge is right here. You can take a break in my lounge. May I help you clean up your shirt? It only takes half an hour."

Lazy God's employees and the secretary supported the boss and left. As soon as they left, a person who looked like a foreman rushed over: "Xiao Duan, Xiao Duan, it's time for you to serve in the private room... This kid, where did you go!"

Nan Ming knew that these service personnel served in the private room in rotation, and when they served in the private room, their income was almost twice that of outside the private room.

This worker gave up at least one-third of his daily income for an irrelevant person.

"Sir, I suggest you promote this Xiaoduan to foreman." The old horse said.

"Why?" Nan Ming asked.

"Sir, high-end clubs never consider the level of service from the perspective of cost performance and cost. They only consider the service itself. And some people in this world can get a sense of accomplishment and happiness from serving others. This feeling It is incomparable to money, they regard service as their own business rather than a profession, and they are happy because they serve others." The old horse said, "I call these people service madmen, maybe one hundred, one thousand or even ten thousand people , Only one person has such qualities, but they are the pillars of a high-end club, without such service staff, without such a service culture, a club will never be called high-end.”

Nan Ming was silent, strangely, he agreed with this.

Just like Nanming himself, he will gain a sense of accomplishment and happiness from helping others, thereby increasing his energy, and even compared with it, even money is not very important.

If he is willing to help others, there must be others who are willing to serve others, even at the expense of their own interests.

In fact, these days, Nan Ming has been worrying and struggling with one thing.

The construction, configuration, positioning, and membership fees of the Lanshen Club are getting higher and higher day by day, and there are even "Lazy God Gym" and "Platinum Member Club". Nan Ming always felt that something was missing.

But now, he understands.

What they lack is this kind of service madman who infiltrates service into the bone marrow.

Before that, Nan Ming actually didn't like staying in the Lanshen Guild Hall, because there was nothing that attracted him here.

But at that moment just now, he suddenly felt that this place was attractive, and he also wanted to be served like this.

Served by such a service madman.