C30 Fight with Me?

The security chief said awkwardly, "Manager, this individual has a lot of clout."

The manager flew into a rage at that comment. "What are you implying? Isn't my authority supreme in this hotel?"

The captain nodded emphatically. "Yet, you can't control him."

At those words, both the manager and the waiter were dumbfounded.

"What do you mean by that?"

It was only then that the manager sensed something amiss and asked with a hint of astonishment.

Looking up, the captain said with utmost respect, "He's the chairman!"

The revelation left the manager and the waiter in shock.

They stared at Zhang Chen in disbelief for what felt like an eternity.

"Are you joking? You think I'm that gullible?" The manager, in denial and disbelief, shook his head repeatedly.

The waiter stood petrified.

"Young Master Chen, welcome!"

Just then, the reverent voice of the female secretary echoed through the hotel.

Everyone was taken aback once more.

They watched as the secretary swiftly approached Zhang Chen, bowed deeply, and paid her respects.

This turn of events plunged the manager and the waiter into the depths of despair.

Zhang Chen spoke with an icy tone, "Is this the caliber of our hotel staff? These two no longer need to come to work."

"Tell Director Chen to blacklist these two from employment at any of his businesses."

With that, Zhang Chen strode into the hotel.

The manager and the waiter were left with expressions of utter disbelief.

Chen Dafu?

It took a while for the reality to sink in, and when it did, the waiter was consumed with regret.

Desperately, the manager pleaded with the secretary, "Secretary Wu, please help me. My Second Uncle is a shareholder in this hotel! I can't be fired!"

Secretary Wu responded icily, "Even if your father is Chen Dafu, you can't work here anymore."

She turned and walked back into the hotel.

The manager was unable to come to terms with the truth.

For a long time, his eyes blazed with uncontrollable fury.

He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

Once connected, he spoke with a dark tone, "Second Uncle, I've been fired!"

Inside the hotel, Zhang Chen had taken the elevator straight to the top floor.

Shortly after, Secretary Wu burst into the conference room, her face etched with concern.

"Young Master Chen, I apologize for our poor management. Please, don't be upset. We've called this meeting to discuss the current state of our hotel," Secretary Wu said, standing nervously beside Zhang Chen. She was genuinely worried about his reaction.

While others might be unaware of Zhang Chen's stature, she knew he was someone even Chen Dafu sought to curry favor with.

Zhang Chen's brow furrowed as he spoke in a cool tone, "How is it that this hotel seems to lack proper oversight?"

Secretary Wu bowed her head, her voice tinged with embarrassment, "This hotel was among the first enterprises Director Chen established when building his fortune. Unfortunately, it's no longer a priority for him."

She trailed off, but Zhang Chen got the message. He inhaled deeply, his gaze flickering with determination. Business acumen wasn't his strength, nor did he have any intention of entering the commercial fray. However, two things spurred him on: Su Mang had entrusted the hotel to him, and Lau Qingyue's words had instilled a sense of urgency.

Zhang Chen knew he needed to grow the business to avert any looming threats.

With resolve, he decided he would not only develop the hotel but excel at it.

"When is the meeting?" Zhang Chen inquired calmly, a sense of urgency bubbling within him. He was eager to propel the hotel forward.

"In thirteen minutes," Secretary Wu responded with due respect.

Zhang Chen nodded, settling into the chair at the head of the table to wait.

Secretary Wu, her concern evident, ventured, "Young Master Chen, there are a few matters I'd like to discuss with you beforehand."

He raised an eyebrow, signaling her to proceed with a simple, "Go ahead."

"The hotel hasn't been a focal point for some time," Secretary Wu explained with reverence. "Its current standing is solely due to Director Chen's initial efforts. But over time, the shareholders have grown complacent and arrogant, paying little heed to others."

She hesitated, unsure of how to continue.

Zhang Chen gave a nod of understanding.

"Could you leverage Chen Dafu's influence to acquire the remaining shares?" he asked, voicing the crucial question on his mind.

Secretary Wu was taken aback, her nod filled with a touch of bewilderment. "Certainly, although the shares aren't exactly inexpensive..."

Zhang Chen remained silent, his mind already mapping out a strategy.

As time ticked away, Zhang Chen, unaccustomed to such events, felt an inexplicable surge of nervousness.

He hesitated briefly before pulling out his phone to text Loong San. Once the phone was set aside, a sense of relief washed over him.

Minutes flew by in what seemed like seconds, yet when the appointed time arrived, the expected commotion outside was conspicuously absent. Zhang Chen's brow furrowed in concern.

Secretary Wu, too, bowed her head, the seeds of worry sprouting within her. Both parties were influential, but her greatest fear was that Zhang Chen would lose his temper.

Finally, after five more minutes, footsteps echoed from the corridor. The meeting room doors swung open, courtesy of two stern-faced bodyguards in black. A middle-aged man, clad in a black Zhongshan suit, stepped through. He appeared to be in his forties, his hair neatly combed, golden-framed glasses perched on his nose, the very image of a financier.

With a cursory glance and a smirk directed at Zhang Chen, he made his way over, flanked by his guards, and chuckled, "So, you're the new head honcho?"

Zhang Chen gave a nod, his irritation mounting by the second.

The man carried himself with an air of arrogance. "My name is Zheng Guoyuan, second largest shareholder of Hongtai Hotel," he announced, lifting his chin slightly.

"Have a seat," Zhang Chen responded with a nod.

Zheng Guoyuan's eyebrows knitted together, a glint of frost in his gaze.

Zhang Chen hadn't done his homework on the dossier, but he was aware that the hotel was, in name, under Chen Dafu's control, though the real power lay with the other shareholders.

One by one, the remaining shareholders trickled in, their stakes modest at best. Upon arrival, they fawned over Zheng Guoyuan as if he were their savior, vying for his favor. Zhang Chen, however, was met with nothing but disregard.

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