In 1992, a small village owner became the richest man in the village by owning a car.

Chapter 403 Let me say something? What should I say?

"You're letting someone who's never even owned a hotel talk to you about what you've done your whole life? Aren't you bullying him?" Aunt Er, acting protectively, used her chopsticks to put a piece of chicken leg into Yu Dawei's bowl. "Dawei, don't mind him. Your second uncle has always taught his children to ask about everything at the dinner table."

“That’s right, little brother, you don’t need to pay attention to my old man. Look, I was scolding my son like a grandson just now, but I didn’t pay any attention to him.” Second brother Yu Dayi looked at Yu Dawei with a smile, his main point was to keep him company.

The older brother and younger sister, Yu Zhouzhou, chimed in with a few words, knowing that the old man was making things difficult for Yu Dawei. After all, Yu Dawei wasn't really in the industry, and whatever opinions he expressed would only make him a laughingstock.

As for the second uncle, Yu Cong, he didn't say anything, but just smiled and looked at Yu Dawei, wanting to see whether the other party would remain silent or bite the bullet and say something.

Although he knew that if the other party said it, it would definitely make these brothers and sisters laugh at him, he just wanted to see just how cowardly Yu Quanxuan really was.

"Alright, since Second Uncle asked, I'll share my opinion. I'm not really in this industry, so I don't really know much about it. Please don't take offense if I'm wrong, everyone." Yu Dawei smiled wryly, guessing that Second Uncle was intentionally testing him.

After all, the eldest uncle's keepsake was hanging on his waist as an ornament, so it's understandable that the second uncle wanted to compete with the eldest uncle again in this way.

Yu Dawei was indeed a little guilty. In his previous life, he had only worked as a car repairman and stayed in hotels and guesthouses. After thinking for a moment, he shared his limited understanding: "In my opinion, there is no problem with high-end hotels or budget guesthouses. They are just different target audiences."

Upon hearing the words "target audience," everyone present, from the eldest brother and younger sister to Uncle Yu Cong, became interested.

"What is the target audience?" Yu Zhouzhou asked curiously.

“It’s easy to explain. For example, I run a repair shop, but I only know how to repair excavators.” Yu Dawei looked at the younger sister. “I don’t know how to repair cars or road rollers, I only know how to repair excavators.”

"My target audience is people who only deal with excavators, such as bosses or excavator managers of a company."

“I understand.” Yu Daren, the man on the left, had a bright look in his eyes. “The so-called target audience is a small group of people. My hotel’s starting price is two hundred a night, so people who can afford that price are my target audience!”

"The younger sister's hotel is more affordable, so her target audience will be larger."

Yu Dawei nodded and then shook his head. “Yes and no. Normally, if your hotel is a high-end international hotel, your target audience would be elites from home and abroad. People living at the top of society are your target audience. What you need to do is to serve them well.”

"As for my sister's budget hotel, it's in the lower-middle class. Ordinary poor people like us are her target audience." Seeing that everyone's attention was on him, Yu Dawei decided to use himself as an example.

“Take me for example. I’m a skilled worker who can earn a little money. If the hotel run by the young lady is well-decorated and not much more expensive than a motel, I will definitely choose to stay in the motel. I am the target audience of the young lady.”

The second uncle's family all run a hotel business, and they are quick learners, which made the whole family ponder.

"Brother, so you mean that because our target audience is different, our decoration and operation are also different?" At this moment, Yu Zhouzhou looked at Yu Dawei as if he were someone in the same industry, and even put away her previous contempt.

“That will definitely be different.” Yu Dawei was very confident about this. “The services that rich people need are meticulous and thorough, down to the bone.”

Yu Dawei recalled the wealthy people he had met before and said, "Brother, if you own a high-end hotel, what kind of breakfast do you offer, how does it taste, is the surrounding environment quiet, and does your room decor meet high-end standards, etc..."

As Yu Dawei spoke, he also looked at his elder brother Yu Daren, who was sweating profusely from being stared at.

It seems he had vaguely thought about these issues before, but he had never figured out the specifics. He simply felt that the location was very important for opening a large hotel, and that, just like his grandfather had taught him, he should pay special attention to cleanliness and hygiene!

As for hotel breakfast? What breakfast? Does a hotel need to offer breakfast?!
"If your hotel makes breakfast, wouldn't that cost a lot of money in terms of manpower and resources?" The second uncle across the round table offered a different perspective, but at this moment he also put aside his disdain for Dawei and instead debated like a competitor in the same industry.

"No way, Uncle. My brother owns a big hotel. He makes money from service. When you have money, you want service. So what are you doing if not providing services?" Yu Dawei was a little confused. Isn't this common sense?

"Bang!" Suddenly, Yu Daren slammed his hand on the table, startling everyone around him. Then, he looked excitedly at his father, "Dad! That's right! It's service! It's service! I knew I hadn't figured out something before! Now the solution is clear!"

Yu Daren excitedly picked up a bottle of Moutai and personally filled Yu Dawei's glass: "Brother, thanks to you, it's really great that you came to my house as a guest today... Ah, I have nothing to say, it's all in the wine! If you ever need my help in the future, just let me know!"

"No, no!" Yu Dawei chuckled as he stood up, clinked his wine cup against the other's, and downed his drink in one gulp. "Brother, what about me? What about my hotel? You can't just help your older brother and not me!" Yu Zhouzhou pouted and began to whine to this young man she had just met but felt an instant connection with.

"Well..." Yu Dawei scratched his head, "Little sister, it's not that I don't want to help you, but running a budget hotel well isn't just about service. If I go and see for myself, I should be able to come up with some business ideas..."

Yu Dawei was a little nervous for a moment. He had given up bragging a long time ago, and he really didn't dare to spout nonsense in front of professionals when he encountered something he didn't understand.

"That's easy! I'll take you whenever you're free!" Seeing that Yu Dawei was still hesitating, Yu Zhouzhou slammed her hand on the table without saying a word, picked up her wine glass, and said, "It's settled then! Come on, brother, let me toast you too, wishing you great success and all the best!"

"You're too kind, sister." Yu Dawei stood up and smiled apologetically. Goodness, two cups in such a short time.

"Brother, what about me? When do you have time to come and take a look at my guesthouse? Do you think there's any hope for it?" Second Brother Yu Dayi stood up and offered a toast.

Alright, that makes three cups.

Yu Dawei didn't expect that drinking would lead to a few minor incidents. The key is that he didn't really understand them. If they really came to him later, he could only give some general advice.

Don't expect anything from him regarding the details.

At that moment, Uncle Er was drinking his wine while sizing up Yu Dawei.

Watching Yu Dawei drink and chat with his face flushed, you can vaguely see Uncle Liu bragging and joking with them, the younger generation, back when he was the sixth son, and the real second son, the third son, and so on, up to the fifth son.

The eldest brother, Yu Quan, is the most irresponsible one. He insists on leading his brothers to the county to find pretty young girls, and even wants to go to Heicheng to find foreign girls...

At that time, Xiao Nianzi had not yet been born, and Yu Chen seemed to still be in swaddling clothes.

These days, it seems like all the old folks like him have lost their hair. Fortunately, the Yu family has Dawei and his eldest son, so it's not like there's no one to carry on the family line.

"Oh, right, don't underestimate this small gourd I'm wearing at my waist. It can hold some wine, enough for each of us gentlemen at the table to have a cup." Yu Dawei remembered the tin gourd he was wearing at his waist and quickly untied it from his belt.

"The main reason is that the wine here is so good, hehe. I didn't used to, but now I occasionally crave a drink, so I carry it with me when I have nothing to do." Yu Dawei poured wine for everyone while laughing self-deprecatingly, "At this rate, I'll soon become a drunkard."

"This wine smells so good! It's even better than Moutai! Hey bro, you can't discriminate against women! I want some too, and my mom wants some too!" Yu Zhouzhou picked up the wine cup and offered it to them, not forgetting to grab her mother's cup as well.

"Alright, let's divide it up a bit then." Yu Dawei smiled wryly. If he had known he would run into Second Uncle's family, he would have brought more wine from the storeroom.

"My god! It's so spicy!" Second Brother Yu Dayi took a sip of the liquor and his face immediately turned red from the spiciness. Then the liquor slid down his esophagus like a fire dragon rushing straight to his stomach.

But in the last few seconds, a unique sweetness began to flow down the throat and into the mouth, and finally, a refreshing aroma of wine wafted out through the nostrils. This feeling was simply wonderful!
“It’s delicious, this wine…” Yu Daren raised his wine cup, staring at the less than one qian of liquor left. For a moment, he was reluctant to drink any more. “If I drink this, how am I supposed to face Moutai in the future?”

Yu Zhouzhou's cheeks were flushed, giving off a feeling of being intoxicated by her own presence rather than by the wine. If it weren't for the fact that everyone present was a member of the same family, an outsider would probably have taken a liking to this blushing girl.

"Dad, have you ever drunk this wine before?" Yu Zhouzhou put down the wine cup, wondering if the old man knew how to brew it.

She knew that there were people with the same surname and ancestry in Laotun who had been brewing wine for generations. Some of the other branches had also learned some winemaking skills from them. Whenever they wanted to drink, they would get some raw materials and help with the brewing.

"I've had some." Yu Cong sat in the main seat, taking a sip of the baijiu, clearly not as excited as the others.

He simply sat quietly, his tongue silently savoring the unique aftertaste of the baijiu from the Yu family.

(End of this chapter)