For lunch, naturally, you want to eat sothing with local characteristics. It doesn't matter if you don't know what those characteristics are, the hotel will naturally recomnd sothing for you. From Song's Wife Fish Soup to Honey-Glazed Pork, and from West Lake Vinegar Fish to Dongpo Pork, there was a whole table full of dishes.
In fact, these authentic Zhejiang dishes, with their sweet and sour flavours, may not necessarily be to their liking. Just as Feng Yiping and the others couldn't stand sweet and sour pork when they first started working, Xiao Zhijie and Wang Changning, including the two chauffeurs, mainly had Dongpo pork, Longjing shrimp, fish head tofu and so on. Feng Yiping, on the other hand, enjoyed it quite a bit, and the three girls were also fine with the sweet and sour flavours.
In this situation, the most painful person was undoubtedly Xiao Zhijie, the biggest foodie. He was determined, 'I'll eat this again tonight. I don't believe it, I can't believe I can't eat sothing so famous!'
'Good for you, real man!' Feng Yiping encouraged him with a smile.
'Don't think I don't know you're being sarcastic!' Xiao Zhijie gave him a glare and then tried hard to pick up a piece of West Lake vinegar fish and put it in his mouth. He had to say, that expression was pretty damn charming.
Any trip with girls together is likely to end up as a shopping trip, and this one was no exception, naturally. And the goal was clear: silk, another famous specialty product, and tea. They weren't really interested, and the so-called authentic Longjing didn't make them feel any different from the tea from those tea factories in the county.
It can be said that they don't know anything about these two things. Although their county used to be a major silkworm-rearing county, the families that raise silkworms are almost the silkworm farrs of the new era. The vast majority of people have never worn silk clothes in their lives, and there is not a single silk factory in the county, only a few reeling factories. The final product produced is raw silk. So what needs to be considered now is how to avoid buying fake goods.
The search engine will not be established until next year, so it is not sothing to count on yet. However, it is not difficult at all, and it will just take a little effort.
After arriving at the silk market, Xiao Zhijie accompanied the three girls as they shopped in the shops in the pri locations at the front, while Feng Yiping and Xiao Zhijie observed the shops in the less desirable locations at the back, paying particular attention to which ones had many local people going in and out. After wandering around for more than half an hour, they finally chose an inconspicuous shop. The owner was quite amiable, but not overly enthusiastic, unlike the shops at the front, which were so enthusiastic that you instinctively felt like a sheep.
A driver pretended to know what he was talking about and said he wanted to burn a piece of silk to see if it was real. The result was that the boss seed very insulted and spoke a lot in the local dialect. A young woman inside, who was waiting to pick up her order, said, 'This shop has been open for a long ti and has a good reputation, unlike those in front that specialize in tourist business. We have always had our clothes made here, so don't worry, not to ntion anything else, the stuff is definitely not fake.'
This was consistent with their observations.
Huang Jingping was quite generous this ti, and she took Feng Yiping along to order two sets of bedding. One of them was bright red, and they even took asurents for a cheongsam, also bright red. Is that what she ant? Feng Yiping wondered. But Huang Jingping's figure and temperant really looked better in a cheongsam, and Feng Yiping also quite liked the style. He also chose a plain fabric and asked her to make another one.
The next day, everyone unanimously decided to split up. In such a big city, of course they wanted to have a good ti. Only the two chauffeurs were catching so much-needed sleep. They were probably in a similar fra of mind as Feng Yiping would later be in. This trip was mainly work for them.
After wandering around freely for a day, everyone unanimously ca to the depressing conclusion that this was not the Jiangnan they had imagined. What a letdown! It was hardly any different from the provincial capital.
I knew it would be like this,' Feng Yiping asked them with a smile. 'So, shall we go to an ancient town to experience the authentic Jiangnan flavour, or go to the sea?'
In the end, without exception, they chose to go to the sea. After so debate, they settled on a place, Mount Putuo.
Mount Putuo, Feng Yiping had been there once with colleagues from the company, and it could be considered a long way from the sea. It was a good choice for these children who were eager to see the mother of the sea.
What impressed him was that the temples on the mountain did not force tourists entering the gates to burn incense, which was definitely a conscience scenic spot
To go to Mount Putuo, you have to head southeast. Of course, on the way, you have to stop by Mr Lu Xun's hotown for a day. We stayed in a hotel next to the Xianheng Hotel. Everyone was very solemn as we visited Mr Lu Xun's forr residence. Of course, we also had to see the Baicao Garden and Sanwei Study. We looked at the famous character '早' (aning 'early') and honestly, it wasn't very impressive. The reason there were so many tourists was probably because most of them were influenced by those texts in their Chinese textbooks.
At the Ke Yan Scenic Area on the outskirts of the city, everyone lingered for most of the day. By now, everyone seed to have lost their enthusiasm for the lakes and mountains of the past two days. After returning to the hotel, they all lay in bed not wanting to move.
'This whole trip, the biggest expense has been staying in hotels,' Wang Changning sighed.
Lying in bed, Xiao Zhijie looked at the ceiling and added, 'You know, it would be great if we could build a hotel next to all these cities and scenic spots in China, so that we could go wherever we want to go.'
Feng Yiping replied, 'We should still have this dream, just in case we run into a ghost?'
Before Xiao Zhijie could strike back, he suddenly felt that Xiao Zhijie's words were very familiar, as if he had heard them sowhere. Where? He tried to rember.
Then it suddenly ca to him: he had heard those words on an interview program. At the ti, they had been spoken by a dostic giant of the budget hotel industry. It seed that they had also had a similar idea to Xiao Zhijie's just then, when they were travelling in that ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River. They had then started to build budget hotels, and before they knew it, they had built two budget hotel chains that were listed on Nasdaq.
Express hotels, a relatively mature business format in Europe and the United States, have not yet really appeared in China. Of course, perhaps soone is already preparing for it, but what does it matter?
Think about it: in a first- or second-tier city, there are already a dozen brands and dozens or even hundreds of express hotels. Feng Yiping is definitely a pioneer in this blue ocean, even if he starts preparing now.
And having been in the convenience store business for a few years, he has so experience in standardisation. Compared to a typical single hotel, the advantage of a budget hotel is a unified chain system and standardised operating thods, high managent standards and low managent costs. So although the positioning is lower than traditional star-rated hotels and there are fewer functions, the profit level is not low. And whether it is self-operated or franchised, it mainly leases venues, which can be expanded quickly at relatively low cost. This is why it is so easy to list on Nasdaq.
To be honest, it would take a lot of effort to get a convenience store listed on Nasdaq, but this is a budget hotel, and now that he has identified a niche and made up his mind to do it, maybe he can get it listed, and on Nasdaq, before he graduates from university.
Feng Yiping really wanted to kiss Xiao Zhijie. This guy is really lucky. If he hadn't said that, he would probably have waited until soone else opened a budget hotel before thinking in that direction.
The next day, he called the driver from the logistics company to drive, and he sat in the passenger seat, racking his brain to rember. He was even thinking about this question when everyone finally took a boat to Putuo Mountain, shouting and yelling while looking at the sea. While walking with everyone under the tall Guanyin of the South China Sea, he was still thinking about this question.
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