The anecdote that a local tycoon stays in a star hotel ~ there is a local tycoon, who made a fortune in the early years and was in charge of two or three large enterprises. Usually gives people the impression, talks a lot, especially loves to laugh. Never thought, once

Anecdotes about local tycoons staying in star hotels

There was a local tycoon who made a fortune in his early years and was in charge of two or three large enterprises. Usually gives people the impression, talks a lot, especially loves to laugh. I never thought that once I was in a hurry for breakfast and saw his ferocity.

The prelude was that we stayed at a member-based private resort hotel in Shanghai. The hotel will be equipped with a personal butler, in fact, it is a personal waiter, who is called to the front and confesses the next morning, his breakfast requirements, one hundred and fifty, what to eat, what, and what, how to do, how to do, how to do, so and so, so and so.

As a result, the next morning, the breakfast plate served was standard in the hotel, and there was nothing he wanted. Before I moved the chopsticks, I looked at him, and the people froze there, watching breakfast, not touching or eating, and began to read the newspapers and magazines, and later learned that he began to get angry at that time.

As a result of the anger, the first housekeeper was told by the hotel leader not to let the local tycoons see it again. Then it was replaced by a second butler, an intelligent young man. The old rule, he called to the front, breakfast so and so, so and so. The young butler made a state of intoxication, shook his head, and mouthed good.

The next day, when it was time for breakfast, I wondered, this is not the time for dinner, how come the pots and pans are all on? Looking at the local tycoon again, it is obviously not like a satisfied look, and they open the lid one by one to check, like what kind of moths are raised in the tableware. It is estimated that the only person who is satisfied with the whole audience is the housekeeper himself, standing against the wall, holding back a smile. As if to say, I have done this. I personally saw that the local tycoon stared at his smile for a short time, and the local tycoon felt insulted.

Why? I followed the eyes of the local tycoon, and when I went to see the housekeeper, I turned my back on the local tycoon, and I didn't see that he had any advance measurement movements, but I was sure that he was angry. Before I could turn back and pull up the stool and sit down, I saw the largest basin like the washbasin flying from the air to the housekeeper. The housekeeper stooped to hide from the basin.

I and the other two fooled around, and finally understood why the housekeeper bent down instead of running, because the action of the local tycoon was [splitting], that is, grabbing the edge of the tableware and smashing it at him, the big tableware was OK, the small tableware speed was very fast, and it was useless to run.

When all the cracking was finished, the local tycoon stood on the edge of the breakfast that had been spilled on the ground, pointing to the breakfast on the ground. I confessed to you yesterday?! My mouth shouted over and over again: I won't beat you today and you won't scold you! You call the chef over! Come here!

A big chef and two small chefs, three people with question marks on their faces pushed the arch over. The local tycoon pointed to the ground for breakfast: This is what he told you to do yesterday?? Yes or no!!

The chef also looked at the old jianghu: this is all scattered, can't see clearly, if he doesn't take it wrong...

The local tycoon did not know when, there was an extra fish head in his hand, pointing to the butler, did I say this yesterday? Do you have?! The speed and tone of that sentence of persecution, I immediately thought to myself, I guess that only money is your friend in this life.

Pointing at the chef again: I don't believe he didn't explain you clearly yesterday, you don't do it here, you're making breakfast, am I disgusted? Take a look, the chickens, ducks and geese climb and jump all the way to the point. Tell me, what do you want to do?!

The chef and the second butler were fired.

On the evening of the third day, the executive director of the hotel came to battle, considered a beautiful woman, stepping on high heels, walking up to him in a smart posture, or listening to his request for breakfast. This time I sat not far away, and the executive director brought paper and pencil. But listening, she stopped writing. It turns out that the requirements for breakfast are nothing, that is, rice cake, spiced tea eggs, and salted rice. It is that the soup base and ingredients of salted pickled rice are a bit demanding, and A few words are long.

Under the reflection of the dusk sunset, I saw a beautiful woman, a listed company tycoon, and the silhouette of two heads. The two men shook their heads, there were words and words, the conversation began, laughter appeared in the air, and the atmosphere of tension emitted by the shawl of the day was swept away. They exchanged their opinions in depth: rice with rice cakes, the taste of spiced tea eggs, what kind of salty rice is delicious, what ingredients to put in, what ingredients to dice, what ingredients to shredded, to eat the most comfortable, how to boil the soup base...

Finally, the beautiful female supervisor stepped on the high heels, as if fully understood the highest instructions and left the scene.