Capítulo 163: Chapter 163: Su Jie, You're Ruthless
Whoa!
Could making a bed really put that much pressure on others?
Chen Jianhai looked at Su Jie in shock.
He hadn't expected that a simple bed-making competition could carry such significant implications for the association.
But on further thought, given that he was recognized by the system as a "Master Bed Maker," his skills were indeed superior to those of ordinary people.
Moreover, his employees received a professional buff bonus of 0.3% every day. If they participated in the competition, even if they didn't win, they would still perform impressively.
After a few minutes, a pretty female host walked onto the stage, gave an introductory speech, explained the competition rules, introduced the judges, and announced the start of the competition.
The competition had 56 participants, divided into 11 groups of 5 members each. The remaining person awkwardly stood by, waiting to join the second round after the first round winners were decided.
Initially, Chen Jianhai was very interested and enthusiastic about the competition. But after watching two groups, he found it unbearable.
It felt like expecting a 4K high-definition movie experience but getting a 480P bootleg version instead, with the audio and video out of sync. And yet, he had to force himself to watch.
Age aside, these participants were like emotionless bed-making machines, performing stiff, assembly-line operations. The finished beds looked stark, cold, and lacked any warmth.
But this was understandable. These hotel staff members were seasoned workers whose primary concern was quickly and cleanly making beds for guests. Some hotels even had policies where employees' commissions were tied to the number of beds they made daily. The more beds they made, the higher their earnings, leading to this mechanical, assembly-line phenomenon.
"Compared to this, Bai Cheng and her team really do a great job."
At this moment, Chen Jianhai finally understood why Su Jie had advised him to give other hotels a chance. If Bai Cheng and her team participated, they would undoubtedly stand out and dominate.
"Sigh, it's not easy for anyone. Let's give them a higher score."
Chen Jianhai shook his head internally, and despite his conscience, he gave the group an average score of 8.8.
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Su Jie was right; no matter how well one makes a bed, it's still just making a bed. It's all very routine. Each participant demonstrated their usual bed-making speed from hotel work, and the entire competition of 56 participants took less than an hour and a half from start to finish.
As the last participant finished, Chen Jianhai slumped into his chair, exhausted.
Finally, it's over! What a torture!
He could have spent his morning doing anything else, and even watching a live stream of Daodun would have been more enjoyable.
"If I had known it would be this boring, I wouldn't have come."
Chen Jianhai sighed, absentmindedly fiddling with his pen. Suddenly, the host's voice floated in, "Now, let's give a warm welcome to our special judge, the owner of Langai Hotel, Mr. Chen Jianhai, to come on stage and give us a demonstration!"
Instantly, applause erupted! Chen Jianhai's mind buzzed, and he stared blankly at the host. The pen in his hand fell onto the table with a "clink."
"Why call my name? What's going on?! What were they talking about earlier?!"
Three soul-searching questions burst out simultaneously. For a moment, Chen Jianhai felt like a student daydreaming in class, suddenly being called on by the teacher.
"Mr. Chen, don't be modest," Su Jie said, thinking Chen Jianhai was too shy to go on stage, and gave him a push.
"What demonstration?" Chen Jianhai asked in confusion.
"Come on, Mr. Chen, don't be modest!" Su Jie said enthusiastically. "The bedsheets and quilt are all ready. We're just waiting for you to demonstrate bed-making! Everyone's been waiting for this!"
Chen Jianhai stared at Su Jie in shock. Weren't you just advising me to give other hotels a chance? You didn't let my employees compete, but now you want me, the bed-making master, to give them a crushing demonstration? You're ruthless, Su Jie!
After hesitating for half a second, Chen Jianhai stood up, smiled, and walked to the center of the stage. As the applause died down, the audience, consisting of both those familiar with Chen Jianhai and indifferent onlookers, wondered why there was a performance after the competition.
Chen Jianhai took the microphone from the host, looked at the judges, audience, and hotel employees, and said modestly, "I'm an amateur when it comes to room service and can't compare to the professional staff. But since everyone wants to see me make a bed, I'll give it a shot."
He handed the microphone back to the host, walked to the bed, and picked up the corner of the bedsheet. Instantly, a professional and unique aura emanated from him. With a "whoosh," the white bedsheet spread out before the audience.
Chen Jianhai's arms moved like the wings of a swan, the bedsheet in his hands resembling white feathers, flexibly rotating and falling, his movements graceful yet powerful. Everyone in the audience held their breath, some even standing on tiptoe to get a better view.
This was not just bed-making; it was like a master craftsman performing an artistic display.
The rapid clicking of cameras filled the room, sounding particularly piercing in the quiet venue. At that moment, everyone had a single thought: You can't judge a book by its cover!
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, who would believe that a young man holding a Snow King lemon water, looking so ordinary, would shine so brightly the moment he picked up a bedsheet?
If they hadn't heard it with their own ears, who would believe that a man in a plain white shirt, dressed so unremarkably, was the owner of a five-star hotel?
Compared to the beds Chen Jianhai made, the ones by the previous participants couldn't even be called beds; they were just straw mats!
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