Wanjie Hotel: Iron Man is not allowed to charge

Chapter 1: Receiving a Dog at the Beginning (New Book, Please Read)

The hot and humid sea breeze, carrying a salty smell, hits the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Wen Ming stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the yellowed property documents in his hand. His knuckles turned white from excessive force, and his black eyes were full of confusion.

He never imagined that he was a corporate slave on the other side of the ocean just a few days ago, and in the blink of an eye he came to Eagle Country and became the heir of a hotel.

Moreover, it is a five-star hotel of considerable size.

The Flatiron Hotel, built in the 19th century, now lay at his feet like a sleeping giant.

Outside the Gothic arched windows is the Flatiron District, where every inch of land is valuable. Neon signs light up one after another in the twilight, and Wen Ming dares not turn on any of the luxurious crystal chandeliers, spotlights, and table lamps in the dome foyer. He only dares to turn on one of the small table lamps.

An electricity bill is much more realistic than the moon in the metropolis.

The moon here is not rounder than that on the other side of the ocean, but the electricity bill must be more expensive than there!

"Annual property tax is $289 million, US dollars..."

He flipped through the documents in his hand, looking at the shocking numbers on them. Every time he turned a page, he felt his heartbeat quicken.

The hotel has 16 floors above ground and 2 floors underground, a total of 18 floors.

In addition to the lobby on the first floor, the top floor and the two underground floors, there are a total of 256 guest rooms.

The hotel's appearance resembles a giant iron, hence the name Flatiron Hotel.

Therefore, the surrounding community was named the Flatiron District.

According to Hansen, the lawyer who helped him handle the inheritance procedures, this hotel has a history of a hundred years and was once one of the landmark buildings in the metropolis.

A building can give an entire community its name, so you can imagine its status in the metropolis.

This landmark luxury hotel located in the heart of Eagle Country's most luxurious city, when Wen Ming first stood at the door and looked up at it, he guessed that it was worth a lot of money.

Worth at least 3 million.

Beautiful knife.

Even though it is a century-old building.

In fact, the valuation on the property rights document clearly states US$2.89 million.

And this was the price three years ago, and it is about to be revalued.

Wen Ming was not at all happy that he had guessed the value of the hotel correctly.

That distant third uncle whom I had never heard of, somehow became a relative of an orphan like me, and left this hotel to me before he died.

Wen Ming looked at the dark sea outside the floor-to-ceiling window and always felt like he was still in a dream.

This is a hotel worth 2.89 million yuan. How come it fell into my hands?

However, reality did not allow him to dream any longer.

The third uncle from a distant relationship left a hotel for me.

That's it.

Not a single employee.

Wen Ming was the only one in the huge hotel.

All the employees left after the third uncle died.

He almost couldn't help but sell the hotel outright.

However, he couldn't sell it even if he wanted to.

The inheritance requirement for this hotel is that Wen Ming is not allowed to sell it, and it can only be left to Wen Ming's own blood relatives.

In desperation, Wen Ming decided to run the hotel alone temporarily.

Fortunately, he had worked as a hotel manager on the other side of the ocean before, and was familiar with many things, so it was not difficult to get started.

Wen Ming plans to temporarily open only the guest rooms on one floor to the public so that he can handle his work.

Although it is troublesome and hard to do it alone, it is not impossible.

Once cash flow comes in, you can hire new employees.

There is no other way, Wen Ming has to work hard to do business.

In the Eagle Country, even if this big hotel belongs to you, you still have to pay US$289 million in property taxes every year.

It is better to say that it is a one-year property right than a permanent property right.

Add to that the hotel operating license, liquor sales license, fire safety inspection fees, and various insurance expenses, and even if Wen Ming just sits there doing nothing, he'll still have to spend five to six million US dollars every year.

If the hotel officially opens, the total expenses including employee salaries, water, electricity, gas, garbage disposal, linen cleaning, alcohol, food ingredients, marketing, room renovation, etc. will be at least 2000 million US dollars.

This is not Wen Ming's own nonsense.

This was calculated by him using the latest and most powerful AI - DS from across the ocean!
In other words, every time Wen Ming opens his eyes, he spends at least 5 US dollars.

It could even be $6.

Is this inheritance a hotel?

The one who inherited this is a master!
Gold swallowing uncle!

……

$6 means that the daily occupancy rate of the Flatiron Hotel must reach at least 50%.

Fortunately, the average occupancy rate of Metropolitan Hotels is not low, generally above 70%, and the room prices of five-star hotels are approximately in the range of US$450-600.

If you manage it well, you will most likely be able to make a profit. Of course, the premise is that you recruit employees as soon as possible and open the hotel. Otherwise, the longer you delay, the greater the pressure on your later operations.

There are still three months left until the first property tax payment date this year.

There is not much time left for yourself!

Wen Ming flipped through the property documents and account books again and was about to put them back into the safe when he suddenly felt a raised indentation on the cover page of the document.

Under the dim light of the desk lamp, one could vaguely make out a coat of arms: intertwined daggers and scales, with a line of letters engraved below.

Wen Ming translated it using a translator: No disputes allowed.

What do you mean?
Wen Ming rubbed it for a while, but didn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it.

After putting all the documents in the safe and finishing the coffee that made him frown, Wen Ming took the elevator down to the first floor lobby, came to the front desk, and began to use his poor Eagle language with the help of a translator to check the hotel reservation system with difficulty.

I must go to Chinatown and buy some good tea next time.

After I make money.

……

"Hello, check in."

The bell at the front desk rang clearly, and a gentle voice followed, causing Wen Ming, who was immersed in familiarizing himself with the system, to look up.

Standing in front of me was a black-haired man with a beard and a height of over 1.8 meters.

He is in his thirties and looks a bit strong.

Next to him stood a tall woman with short brown hair.

The woman was holding a dog in her arms.

A cute, little beagle.

When Wen Ming saw the man's oriental face, which was very different from that of ordinary Eagle people, he felt that he looked inexplicably familiar.

Like who?

Could it be a fellow villager?

Maybe it’s because I’ve seen too many blondes and blue-eyed people in recent days, so when I suddenly saw someone of familiar descent, I felt that he looked familiar.

But now is not the time to think about that.

The tenant is here!

This is the first guest he has received since he inherited the hotel!
"Hello, what kind of room would you like to book?"

Wen Ming straightened his back and, displaying his former hotel manager demeanor, spoke the entire sentence slowly and accurately in Eagle language.

I didn’t pass the Level 4 exam back then, and now they’re giving me the Level 10 exam.

I must get out the Level 4 dictionary tonight.

"It's not where we live."

The black-haired man took the beagle from the tall brown-haired woman, placed it in the pet box he was holding in his left hand, and then placed it on the marble table at the front desk: "It's for our dog to live in."

"You don't live here?"

Wen Ming was stunned.

Come to a five-star hotel and book a room only for a dog?

Is it true that having money means you can be so willful?

"That's right, we don't live here, we just give it a place to stay."

The black-haired man took out a gold coin from his pocket, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Wen Ming with two fingers: "Use this to pay the bill."

gold?

The people of Eagle Country are really weird.

Wen Ming was a little confused. He picked up the gold coin and took a closer look. He felt that the gold coin seemed a little familiar, but he couldn't tell where he had seen it.

He was very sure that he had never touched gold in his life, so this sense of familiarity surprised Wen Ming a little.

"How many days will you stay? When will you check out?"

Wen Ming couldn't remember where this second feeling of familiarity came from, and without thinking too much about it, he asked according to standard procedure.

For five-star hotels, pet-friendly services are just basic services.

Although Wen Ming has never done this in the country, it won't be a problem as long as he is paid.

Especially when the gift is gold.

"It's not certain yet. I'm going to take my wife to the hospital for a checkup and then determine the treatment plan."

When he said this, the black-haired man looked at his wife beside him, his eyes full of worry and tenderness.

The woman's face was pale and her lips were a little white.

She remained silent from beginning to end, as if she didn't have much energy to speak.

Wen Ming nodded, without asking any more questions, but lowered his head to take out the check-in form and handed it to the other party.

"I need your driver's license to register. Please tell me your name."

"John, John Wick."

(End of this chapter)