"Alright! Bring in all the talent from the hotel industry—everyone! Also, He Qiang and Yang Long, you need to recruit some hotel-related talent from the Migrant Workers' Rights Protection Association. Go one by one and make phone calls to bring them on board, offering them a 20% higher compensation than other hotels!" High Light issued the orders. He Qiang and Yang Long nodded enthusiastically. "Boss, I'm with you! If the hotel needs security personnel, I'll volunteer to take charge and protect our hotel!" Wang Biao patted his chest, making a firm commitment before High Light. "Good. This task will be handled by Tang Hao. Everyone, please cooperate closely. Look—everyone has worked hard these past few months. Starting now, I'm going to pay you a monthly salary, significantly higher than that of the previous security staff. As long as you perform well, you'll earn at least 2,000 yuan per month." After finishing his remarks, Gao Liang pulled out a stack of cash from a black leather briefcase and distributed the salaries one by one, encouraging everyone to work hard and promising that their pay would increase further if they performed well. The brothers received the payments with great excitement and enthusiasm. Then, Gao Liang fully entrusted the relocation of the migrant worker rights association’s office to He Qiang and Yang Long, who accepted the responsibility with great joy. This Monday, Gao Liang rode on Sun Peng’s bicycle to the graduate school teaching building, briskly blowing a cheerful tune as he went, feeling exceptionally content. He thought about how miraculously he had won 8 million, and now with a team of brothers helping manage both the rights association and the hotel acquisition, he had effortlessly stepped into the role of a hands-off manager—feeling truly fortunate. Yet, he still couldn’t quite figure out how lucky he had been in his lottery betting choices. Could it be that, after studying in the wise star's otherworldly realm and undergoing gene-based biological repair, he had developed a special ability—something that allowed him to accidentally land on the grand prize? As he was pondering this, high-light's bicycle slipped through a muddy depression, splashing up a trail of water. A young woman walking along the campus path, startled by the sudden mess, hurried toward the nearby railing to avoid the splashing. In her haste, her body brushed against the railing, and she gasped, clearly in pain. Her voice, clear and melodious, like a silver bell, immediately drew the attention of numerous pedestrians—not out of pity, but simply because it was so crisp and enchanting, reminiscent of the beautiful female characters in films. There, standing gracefully by the roadside railing, was a young woman dressed in a pale pink dress. High-light also looked slightly concerned—why had she stood so beautifully, so captivatingly, so poetically, as if out of a film? Her presence immediately drew a swarm of admirers. These suit-seekers, the so-called "yin-mins," stared at her with eyes that seemed full of sympathy—yet were, in truth, merely stubborn and indifferent. "Have you even got your eyes open? Didn't you look where you were going while riding your bike!" The young woman pouted at High-light, expressing her complaint, and her beauty seemed to grow even more enchanting. "But I didn't hit you! You were the one who moved out of the way!" High-light had originally intended to ask her where exactly she had been bumped, but seeing her lofty demeanor—her pride and disdain in her eyes—he changed his question to this. "Really? You didn't even acknowledge it when you were hit! How utterly shameless!" "Tell you what! You didn't just dirty my clothes—you even tore them!" The beautiful woman pointed angrily at the slightly damaged area on her skirt. High Light wanted to say something, but suddenly froze—he was stunned. Wasn't this the same beautiful woman who had stopped him that day on campus and held his hand? Though he hadn't seen her face clearly then, he could recognize her as soon as she looked up. Surprised and delighted, he stammered, "You... you're the one!" "You? Still trying to blame someone else? My clothes are dirty, torn—what do you expect me to do?" The woman turned cold and dismissive. High Light felt as though she had no memory of him at all, while he had clearly remembered her. He found her surprisingly difficult to deal with. As he thought about going to class, he decided that this little hassle could be settled with a few coins—after all, he had plenty of money. So he said coldly and firmly, "I'll just compensate you." Even he was surprised by how cold and stiff his tone had become. "Hmph!" "How can you expect me to compensate you? This is imported from France—there's none available domestically. How are you going to make it up to me?" The beautiful girl showed no sign of goodwill. "Cut the nonsense! How much? I'll pay you!" Guan Liang had grown increasingly impatient. "I don't want you to pay money—I want you to compensate me for this entire outfit!" The girl pouted, tilting her face and glancing at Guan Liang with her peripheral vision, as if deliberately making it difficult. "Are you really making this difficult for me?" Guan Liang thought, watching her lofty expression. Today, he had encountered such an unreasonable person—he could only sigh and accept his fate. Fortunately, he had just won 8 million the day before, still buzzing with excitement. So he finally said, "Well, you're tough! Little troublemaker..." "Little troublemaker? You're the one who's being difficult!" The girl raised her elegant face, glaring fiercely at Guan Liang, instantly knocking him off his feet several times. Just as Guan Liang was about to respond, Sun Peng arrived, waved at him, and called out, "Zhang, Martin Doctor is waiting for you "Highlighted nodded once, then proudly said to the girl, 'Goodbye! I'm off! I hope we never meet again!' After saying that, he strode off without even looking back. 'Hmph! Who wants to see you again? If it hadn't been for you, this倒霉 person, my clothes wouldn't have gotten dirty or torn. You'll see—next time I'll make sure to hold you accountable!' the girl stomped her feet, saying. After leaving the girl who had been so troublesome, Highlight made his way to the classroom, where Dr. Martin was delivering a lecture. This was a particularly important course—'Computer Graphics'—introducing the latest technological advancements in the field of computer system design. It covered design techniques for key components such as CPU interfaces, DRAM systems, PLDs, buses, and display systems, along with related debugging methods. Through hands-on assignments and experiments, it addressed real-world design challenges and introduced students to the most up-to-date tools in microcomputer system design." These contents are closely linked to Gao Liang's practical experience as a technical engineer at Haobishi City's Haoshi Auto Sales Company. Therefore, listening attentively and taking notes, Sun Peng seemed rather indifferent—just casually listening, as if his mind were occupied with other matters, clearly anticipating the end of the class so he could go outside to teach students at his private tutoring job. "Dr. Martin, I'd like to ask a question!" Gao Liang, now genuinely interested in this highly practical course, asked, "What are the latest tools in microsystem design?" Dr. Martin smiled and mentioned several commonly used tools, all of which Gao was already familiar with. However, he added that since scientists are still actively exploring and researching, the most advanced tools have not yet been developed. Once they are, they will represent a revolutionary breakthrough and significant advancement for computing technology. Computer science is an exceptionally comprehensive course. The knowledge each person acquires is like a single cup of water in an ocean—limited. Moreover, the human brain's openness is only about 3%, and at most 6%, far short of the 10% often claimed by external sources. Therefore, to develop advanced design tools for the most cutting-edge microcomputer systems, one must first fully explore their brain capacity, absorb sufficient computer knowledge and technology, and then innovate with a well-developed mind to achieve success. However, currently, scientists' brains have not yet reached even 10% of this level of exploration, making it unlikely that such design tools can be developed within a short timeframe. The human brain needs to be developed to 10%. When the light in his eyes brightened, he realized that upon entering the Zhiduoxing's otherworldly space, he had undergone gene-based life repair, rapidly activating brain cells—rising from the original 10% to a remarkable 90%. His brain's development level had never been higher. With such an advanced brain, he felt it was time to make good use of it. He needed to develop the latest tools in microcomputer system design to successfully bring out Xie Ningbing's new generation of high-end computer products. Immediately after finishing his lecture, his phone rang: "I'm making money! I'm making money! I didn't even know how to spend it—buying a Nokia with my left hand and a Motorola with my right!" This is the latest popular MP3 ringtone, "I'm Making Money," which he set himself, reflecting his joyful excitement after winning. Every time he hears it, he feels an overwhelming sense of pride and confidence. At that moment, he pressed the answer button on Zhiduoxing's phone, and a familiar voice came through: "Boss, done! Come to Wuyehua Hotel right away—we have something very important that needs your final decision!" It was Tang Hao's voice. Gao Liang hailed a taxi outside the campus and rushed over. He found Tang Hao, Du Hu, and Wang Biao there. "Boss, here's the contract for Wuyehua Hotel," Tang Hao was always efficient in his work. But now, with money being the key, Tang Hao could go directly to people he knew, and thus things moved quickly and smoothly. "Good. The execution has been swift—exactly what I expected." Gao Liang was satisfied with Tang Hao's efficiency. "My brothers have also come—they'd like to contribute to the hotel as well," Tang Hao pointed to the group of brothers behind him. "Have you found the management team yet?" Gao Liang asked. Right now, the most crucial thing is to get familiar with hotel management personnel, since while it's relatively easy to hire hotel staff, management talent remains scarce. "No, I'm actually worried about this—so I need the boss to make a decision!" Tang Hao rubbed his scalp. Gao Huang also furrowed his brows, but then his phone rang again—calls from He Qiang and Yang Long. "Boss, we've successfully arranged the relocation of the Beijing City Migrant Workers' Rights Protection Association! As you instructed, we've leased three office spaces in the city center, and the environment is excellent. Today's visiting migrant workers are all very satisfied—they've given us enthusiastic praise, constantly complimenting us on our efforts to serve the people!" He Qiang spoke with great excitement. "Boss, I've just compiled all the membership records. I'll send them to your email right now!" This was Yang Long's voice—these days, he has been responsible for recording and organizing the membership data. "Great!" Gaoliang gave their work a most positive affirmation, his eyes brightening immediately. "He Qiang, Yang Long," he said, "the Mayflower Hotel currently needs both service staff and management talent. Quickly select and recommend the most suitable candidates from our member database—people we can immediately put to use. Just say that the compensation is excellent, 20% higher than the average hotel pay, and that outstanding performers will receive additional bonuses." Gaoliang issued his latest instruction. "Yes, yes..." He Qiang and Yang Long promptly got to work. The efficiency was truly remarkable. By the next day, a large number of migrant workers had arrived at the Mayflower Hotel's doorstep, having come from all over the region—members of the Migrant Workers' Rights Association! They placed great trust in the Association, so as soon as they were notified, they made the journey. These migrant workers come from all walks of life—some work on construction sites, others serve customers at supermarkets, some give haircuts at beauty salons, while others work at nearby factories. There are also those who have served as attendants or managers in hotels. The team is large and diverse, yet selection remains essential: only those who can contribute are retained, while others must be let go. The hiring of regular service staff has been quickly finalized, but the challenge lies in identifying the right candidates to handle the hotel’s software-related operations. Generally, these migrant workers have lower educational backgrounds, most having only completed junior high school, with only a few having graduated from high school, and graduates with university degrees being exceptionally rare. "Boss! Let's go to the employment market tomorrow and recruit people with hotel management experience!" Tang Hao, Du Hu, and Wang Biao all said at the same time. Highlighting thoughtfully, just as he was about to respond, a young man stepped forward from the crowd, looking particularly young—only in his early twenties—and volunteered enthusiastically, "Boss! I can manage this restaurant. I can double the hotel's performance!" Everyone turned to look, and what they saw was an unimpressive migrant worker, his clothes still smudged with oil. Du Hu, seeing the crowd, recognized him as someone from another construction site—Tang Yong—and knew he was acquainted with He Qiang. However, Du Hu didn't know that Tang Yong had studied for two years in economic management, having to drop out due to financial hardship and thus came to Kyoto to work. On the construction site, he had been responsible for assigning daily tasks to the laborers and recording the progress of the projects, yet he never received recognition from the foreman and was paid only a modest salary—less even than that of ordinary laborers—feeling truly underappreciated. This sense of being underappreciated was precisely the reason he had decided to apply for the hotel management position. Du Hu stepped forward to intervene, saying, "Tang Yong, don't be disrespectful to the boss! You're just a migrant worker!" "You have to speak to our boss with respect!" Highlight gestured for Du Hu to step aside, as he needed solid, hands-on management talent. He knew that management generated results, but when it came to hiring, he remained highly cautious—seeking practical, results-driven individuals who could deliver tangible outcomes. Leaning back against the hotel lobby chair, he firmly tapped his right finger on the gleaming table, his tone resolute: "Our hotel is a real, tangible enterprise—everything is based on facts. I'm giving you only one chance, with a three-month probation period. If you deliver, show me what you're capable of! If your performance doesn't meet expectations, you'll return to your previous construction site. I don't appreciate people who only show up with hard work and earn mere hard-earned wages. Make your decision now!" "Thank you so much for your recognition and promotion! I've already made up my mind. I will do my utmost to double the hotel's performance. I'll keep you updated with good news!" "High-light's insightful remarks ignited Tang Yong's passion, inspiring him to speak with heartfelt conviction. The final decision on hotel management was made: Tang Yong would oversee the software aspects, while Tang Hao would handle the hardware. That afternoon, High-light, Tang Yong, and Tang Hao ascended to the boardroom on the third floor to discuss the specifics of launching the hotel. "Tang Yong, I'd like to hear your thoughts on the Mayflower Hotel—particularly, if I were to hand it over to you, how would you manage it?" High-light wanted to assess Tang Yong, testing whether he was someone superficial and overly talkative—someone who lacked substance. "Boss!" Tang Yong paused, then said, "Given the current economic situation in Jinshi City, which ranks among the top in the country, and considering its relatively high consumption levels, why has the hotel closed just one year after opening? This is straightforward—it's a matter of people, not location." I'd like to ask Mr. Zhang what kind of business the hotel plans to develop. "Floors 1 to 4 are restaurants, floors 5 to 6 are beauty and spa services, and floors 7 to 10 are hospitality services. This hospitality segment is different from conventional ones. In addition to accommodation, we can offer guests entertainment, including gambling activities. I'll entrust Tang Hao with handling that part—your responsibility will be to manage the regular operations. Also, the restaurants and beauty spa can support the hospitality services." This concept has been carefully thought out over the course of last night. "Then, I suggest that floor one operates as a food court without rooms, using the main hall format—this way, ordinary citizens can easily come for meals. Floors 2, 3, and 4 will offer room-based dining, naturally commanding a higher price. As for management and operations, I'll settle that within a week. After yesterday's conversation with He Qiang and my personal visit today, I'm confident that the hotel staff can be trained—once properly managed, there won't be any issues." The hotel's location is actually excellent; it's just a management issue that's preventing it from succeeding. I'm confident I can make it work," Tang Yong said, looking at the May Blossom Hotel with strong conviction. Seeing Tang Yong so confident and agreeing with his assessment, Gao Liang was very pleased and said, "Then let's go with that! You'll start working here tomorrow. Make good use of the existing facilities and staff hired today—this will save you a lot of costs. For any issues, you can first discuss them with Tang Hao. If you can't reach an agreement, feel free to come back to me. I'm hands-off—I'll just need to know what you need and have you provide a weekly update on the hotel's operations."