Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore

And thanks to the managerʼs instructions, the security guards, who had been perfectly cordial before, suddenly transformed into lofty ”foreign language speakers.” Chattering in a language most people couldnʼt understand, they briskly carried the piles of stuff on the floor outside.

Well. The hotel staffʼs shameless, two-faced attitude from top to bottom was truly a spectacle to behold.

Watching this unfold, Xiao He could only think one thing: ”Respect.”

So this was the style of an international chain hotel?

Very impressive.

And the funny thing was, even their major production crew from the mainland was treated like this. What would happen to an ordinary person facing the same situation?

Theyʼd probably have no choice but to swallow the bitter pill.

Xiao He sneered inwardly. When he noticed someone trying to come over and grab their luggage, he shot them a glare sharp as a blade.

The security guards froze on the spot, pinned in place by his look.

”Letʼs go.”

Xiao He turned and led his group away. Liu Rulan, walking behind him, let out a mocking laugh and flipped her hair over her shoulder. ”This hotel wasnʼt like this before. I remember when we brought Shu Han here a few years ago, there was none of this nonsense.”

Last time, everything was fine.

But this time, the entire atmosphere felt off. Uncomfortable.

Now that Liu Rulan thought about it, she realized it was the attitude of the front desk and the receptionists.

They were all smiles and warmth to anyone speaking English or Cantonese. But to those of them speaking Mandarin? Their attitude was dismissive, almost perfunctory.

These details had slipped past her before. But thinking about it now, the implication left a bitter taste.

Extremely infuriating.

”Iʼve always believed that the attitude and overall demeanor of a hotelʼs staff is a direct reflection of the attitude and thinking of its upper management,” Xiao He said. ”This hotelʼs management is clearly leaning the wrong way. The fish rots from the head down.”

The front desk is the face of the hotel, along with the door greeters. Theyʼre the ones constantly interacting with guests.

If even Xiao He had noticed their attitude, what about the other guests checking in?

Some of those guests must have hot tempers or impatient personalities. They would have definitely complained and filed reports.

And yet, the front desk and receptionists kept acting exactly the same way, didnʼt they?

That was entirely due to the inaction of upper management. Even when faced with complaints, they didnʼt bother to discipline their staff or make them correct their attitude. If they eventually ran into someone tough, they had no one to blame but themselves.

”Still, itʼs pretty funny that they actually tried to treat Director Zhuang like a pushover.”

At that, Xiao He and Liu Rulan exchanged a glance, then both broke into the same speechless expression.

A mighty dragon doesnʼt bow to a local snake?

No, no, no. Director Zhuang would tell you: a mighty dragon is a mighty dragon everywhere.

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