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#117

Chapter 117: Congratulations, President Chen!

"No, serve two of each of these dishes." Chen Mo answered without hesitation.

Hearing this, the hotel manager almost dropped the menu in his hand; these were the hotel's signature dishes, and they were by no means cheap!

Thinking of this, he hurriedly picked up a calculator to do the math, worried that this boss didn't realize the price of ordering these dishes.

"President Chen, if you want two of each, these eleven tables of food will cost over 260,000. However, considering President Chen is spending so much at once, our hotel can offer a 5% discount, bringing it to around 240,000."

Only 240,000?

Chen Mo frowned. As for the discount the hotel manager mentioned, he didn't care about it at all.

He couldn't very well refuse the discount to his face; that would make him look stupid.

He could, however, let Li Shen and Wei Yan handle the ordering in the future, and do that then.

Chen Mo thought with a mischievous sense of humor. Of course, the main reason he didn't care about the discount was that the current spending amount was already very high, and whether he got those discounts or not wouldn't make a critical difference.

Seeing President Chen frown, the hotel manager felt relieved, thankful that he hadn't notified the kitchen to start cooking yet.

Seeing the other party frowning, it was clear that the price had exceeded his budget.

"Could you give me the menu again?"

"Certainly."

Hearing this, the hotel manager hurriedly handed the menu back.

He thought to himself, Is he planning to reorder?

Sure enough, he saw President Chen point out a few more dishes on the menu.

"Alright, add these dishes as well."

"Ah!"

The hotel manager was caught off guard by these words.

"Um, do you still want the dishes ordered previously?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I?"

Chen Mo looked at the hotel manager strangely. If I don't want them, how am I supposed to spend money?

He had just calculated it; adding those few dishes, it would be almost 300,000.

Watching the hotel manager leave with a surprised look on his face, Chen Mo walked contentedly to a banquet hall on the sixth floor.

As time passed, the employees of Cangxue Games and the Garment factory had basically all arrived.

The hotel waiters also began to push food carts out, serving dishes one after another. Looking at the still luxurious cuisine, the veteran employees didn't show too much surprise, as they had already guessed it before coming.

Only the later batch of employees at Cangxue Games who hadn't attended company dinners before showed expressions of shock.

Looking at the delicacies on the table, Xu Yuan was too shocked to speak. She hadn't even dared to try this five-star hotel before, worrying that the prices were too high.

And now, thanks to the company's celebration banquet, she had not only come to a five-star hotel but was also eating top-tier cuisine.

It was simply too dreamlike. Working in such a company was truly blissful.

As more and more dishes appeared on the tables, the banquet hall gradually became lively.

This time, Chen Mo didn't choose to sit at the same table as Li Shen and the other core staff, mainly because those guys could drink too much, making him look bad.

But just after eating a few bites, he saw Fang Chang, Wei Yan, and Zhao Bowen walking towards him together.

Seeing this, Chen Mo's eyes were filled with wariness. Surely these guys weren't coming over to toast him?

Soon the group walked over and shouted in unison, "President Chen, congratulations!"

Congratulations?

Congratulations for what?

Chen Mo was confused and instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"Manager Fang, why don't you explain this matter."

Wei Yan pushed Fang Chang forward.

Fang Chang didn't refuse and cleared his throat before speaking.

"President Chen, Tianlong Game has completely come back to life this time."

"Wasn't it already back to life?" Chen Mo asked, puzzled.

"It's like this, President Chen. Previously, Tianlong had come back to life, but its revenue wasn't stable. However, yesterday you requested that those noble equipment items be taken down and replaced with a monthly card system."

"This reform was extremely successful. From last night to noon today, we have already had over 300,000 in revenue, and it is still increasing."

"More importantly, this revenue is very stable, unlike before, where we needed big spenders to top up."

Fang Chang said excitedly.

Chen Mo's eyes, however, went a bit dark; in his mind, there was only the figure of 300,000 in revenue.

He had clearly cut out all those items that cost money, so how could there still be so much revenue?

What on earth was going on? Could there be a mistake?

He looked up at Fang Chang.

"What exactly is going on? Aren't monthly cards the only things left that require payment? How can there still be so much revenue?"

"President Chen, we made the profit through those three types of cards. You really have foresight, knowing that relying on big spenders to top up wasn't a long-term solution, so you directly cut those paid items. Instead, you replaced them with affordable monthly, weekly, and daily cards. This way, those ordinary players can also afford to spend."

"Today, the backend data for Tianlong shows that over 20,000 people have purchased all three cards."

Fang Chang spoke with growing excitement, his face unable to hide his enthusiasm.

Hearing Fang Chang's explanation, the last glimmer of hope in Chen Mo's heart was extinguished.

Tianlong had really profited another 300,000.

Looking at the three of them standing happily in front of him, Chen Mo waved his hand powerlessly.

"I know about this matter. You all go back first."

Hearing this, the three of them obediently turned and left.

On the way, Fang Chang said with some confusion.

"President Chen didn't seem very happy!"

Hearing this, Wei Yan shook his head: "What do you know? This is what they call 'not showing emotions on the face.' As a boss, how could he easily let you see his mood?"

"President Chen appearing unhappy on the surface is because he doesn't want us to be too complacent; in reality, he is happy inside."

"So that's it. Director Wei really understands President Chen!" Fang Chang realized suddenly.

After the three of them left, Chen Mo sat silently in his chair.

He had just spent 300,000, and now there was suddenly over 300,000 more. Why couldn't he seem to spend all this money?

"President Chen, are you okay?" Shen Rou noticed that President Chen's expression was a bit off and asked with some concern.

"It's nothing. Come with me to find the hotel manager."

Chen Mo waved his hand, stood up, and walked out of the banquet hall. Since he had over 300,000 more in System Funds, he naturally had to find a way to spend it.

"Okay!"

Shen Rou nodded and followed President Chen out of the banquet hall.

"President Chen, did you encounter any problems?" The hotel manager looked at the President Chen who had come looking for him and asked cautiously.

This boss was a big client and had to be taken care of well.

"No problems. Just bring me your menu; I want to take another look."

"Certainly, please wait a moment!"

Soon, the hotel manager brought the menu over.

Chen Mo took the menu and began to flip through it, looking for anything else he could spend money on.

Soon, his gaze locked onto the red wine.

A bottle of red wine actually cost 1,000 yuan; surely this was more "worth it" than that dozen-yuan beer.

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