Majiasan Der is homeless again.
Early the next morning, the three of them were told that the summer resort would be closed for ten days and would reopen ten days later.
This was like a bolt from the blue to the three of them. Last night they had made an appointment to play hut early this morning. Whoever loses will call the other two daddy.
Ma Rufeng was angry, feeling that Han You was targeting them, deliberately leaving them without a place to live, and deliberately seeing them make a fool of themselves. In order to target the three of them, he even stopped doing business!
As the nominal boss of the Ma family, and as a consumer, Ma Rufeng needs an explanation, why he has to close his business for ten days, why he can't let fat girl No. 21 step on his back, why No. 21 The girl didn't provide any other services besides back-stepping, so why didn't Girl A 21 tell him her real name?
It was obvious that Ma Rufeng really liked girl No. 21, Ah Fu.
As the maids of Zhongsun Wushuang, Afu and Aman don't have to do anything, but they really like to step on other people's backs. When they see other women making money, they are jealous and think that only women who have made money can I will choose a good husband in the future.
Originally, according to certain customs and rules, maidservants had to marry with their masters. Most of them played a role similar to that of a concubine, but without the name of a concubine.
Regarding this matter, Han You swore that he was a serious person and would never harm the two scalpers, Afu and Aman.
Ma Rufeng refused to leave, even if she wanted to speak out, make a fuss, explain, or refund her money.
Han You is here, and Ma Rufeng wants an explanation.
Han You, who had stayed up all night and felt a little hypoglycemic, said something.
"If you want an explanation, please explain it to me. If you don't go away, I will twist off Ma Fenghou's head and stuff it into Ma Rulong's ass, and then stuff Ma Rulong into your ass!"
A group of people from the Han family were gearing up and eager to try, preparing to challenge this difficult challenge.
Ma Rufeng was angry. He didn't believe it, just simply didn't believe it. Then he was taken away by Ma Rulong and Ma Fenghou on their arms.
"Han You, you fucking remember today!"
The furious Ma Rufeng shouted while being dragged away: "We, the Ma family, will never come to play with you again. You will definitely regret it!"
Ma Rulong shouted: "Except me."
Ma Fenghou nodded repeatedly: "That doesn't include me either. Brother Han, don't take it seriously. I'm not familiar with Bu Dad, so he can't represent me."
It was obvious that the two of them were very satisfied with the service provided by the Summer Resort.
Even the Ma family had left, and the others who had just stayed overnight had to leave as well. However, Han You gave each of them a piece of soap and promised to be the first to notify them of these "distinguished guests" in ten days.
Distinguished guests truly feel that they are distinguished and satisfied. They do not lack money, but "nobility".
All the guests had left, and Han You called the small bosses together to prepare for a brief meeting and arrange the work.
"If possible, I would like to be closed for a month."
Han You laughed at himself. He really didn't expect the rich men in Beijing to be so free. Ten people came over and nine of them had to stay overnight. No, they didn't stay overnight. They basically stayed here.
The villa now only has nearly a hundred people at full capacity. According to Han You's original idea, if these one hundred people were more demanding and worked in two shifts, they could serve at least fifty to eighty guests at the same time.
Facts have proved that he thought too much, and the guests who came here were more energetic than the last. They washed, soaked, and massaged, then went to sleep, and slept for a quarter of an hour before taking a nap to rest. , eat after waking up, eat and watch a show, and after watching the show, listen to books, listen to music, watch dances, etc. Money can really be made, but people are really not enough.
"Remember, our mission is service first. I can serve even the Ma family, let alone others. Since service is our priority, we can't be perfunctory. Let's recruit people and train them at the same time."
This time, Han You did not look at Beimen Yuyong, who looked almost like the head butler of the villa, but at Uncle Qin.
"Uncle, you are responsible for recruiting people this time. They should be young and strong, preferably those who have retired from the military."
Uncle Qin looked puzzled: "I'm afraid there aren't many people like this. It would be easier to find someone who is older."
"I don't have to work in the villa all the time. I want to join the Yidao Guard."
As soon as Han You said these words, everyone had different expressions.
The only "female leader" Yu Qi's face turned pale. Just when she was about to say that she felt unwell and left, the idle man Dachuan'er shouted: "How can you say such a thing in public?"
Han You made a gesture of invitation: "Then you will be responsible for this."
Lu Baichuan's face was expressionless: "You are all people whom I can trust. Commander Han will just say what he said. It's okay."
Uncle Qin smiled bitterly: "If it is Yidao camp, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find people."
Han You: "Enter Yidao camp, and you will receive six salary per month."
Uncle Qin: "Can I come in?"
Han You: "..."
Wang Hai: "Uncle Qin, the young master said yesterday that the servants of the Han family can earn twelve guan more per month by working in the villa."
Uncle Qin: "You just entered the Yi Dao camp as a fool. This old man is born as a member of the Han family and dies as a dead member of the Han family!"
I have to say that Han You is really generous and generous to his own people.
Twelve guan, in terms of purchasing power, one penny is equivalent to four yuan, and twelve guan is equivalent to 48,000 yuan. Ordinary people and a family of several people cannot earn so much money in a year.
However, Han You himself thinks there is no problem. First of all, there are not many servants in the Han family. They say they are servants, which is just in name to the outside world. In fact, they are all Han Bairen's personal followers in the army. Their loyalty is only a mere word, but they are worth ten thousand gold. Hard to buy.
Don’t talk about loyalty, don’t talk about military experience, just talk about skills. It can be said that if these servants of the Han family want to change their masters, others don’t know, seeing it with their own eyes... No, Ma Rulong, who has experienced it personally, will definitely "hire him with a high salary", Not to mention twelve guan, he would be willing to give up 200 guan.
Therefore, people cannot be compared.
The Ma family paid one hundred and twenty coins, and no one in the Han family even looked at them.
Han Bairen only paid two hundred cents a month, and he always defaulted on the payment. The people in the Han family worked so happily that they couldn't even get rid of them.
Yidaowei always needs to recruit some people first. This cannot be done in a day or two. For now, we can only set up an airs. Anyway, it is better than a bare commander, even if it is left to Uncle Qin.
"As for the hired workers..."
Han You looked at Beimen Yuyong, the shareholder of the villa, and said, "You take charge and recruit another 300 people."
"How much is the salary?"
"Long-term contract, salary plus commission. If it is not an old soldier who has removed his armor, it will be 20% less than Zhu Shang and others. If he is a relative of an old soldier who has removed his armor, it will be the same as Zhu Shang and others. If a soldier in the family died in battle and is a widow, the salary will be less than that of Zhu Shang and others. Zhu Shang and the others have 20% more."
Zhu Shang knelt down on one knee and said with emotion: "My boss is benevolent and righteous!"
Beimen Yuyong said worriedly: "It's okay if there are only a few people. If we look for another three hundred people, I'm afraid people will say that we are trying to win people's hearts."
Wang Hai, who was holding the Book of Songs, curled his lips: "The young master is the commander of Yidao Camp. Who the hell dares to say that he can win people's hearts? You are stupid."
Beimen Yuyong was stunned for a moment and his old face turned red.
Isn't it? The commander of the emperor's personal army represents the emperor in almost every word and deed. It is better to say that the emperor's personal army buys people's hearts than to directly say that the emperor buys people's hearts.
Beimen Yuyong, who no longer cared about the matter, glanced at Wang Hai intentionally or unintentionally, and realized that this kid's brain was getting better and better recently.
