I Have a Five-star Seaside Hotel

As everyone enthusiastically stepped forward, eager to shake hands with the white-haired old man,

Before Chen Jianhai could react, the young male assistant beside him had already skillfully stepped up.

Except for a few influential figures like Huang Baichuan who managed to shake hands with the white-haired old man, 

the rest basically stood in two rows on either side, smiling and consciously leaving a path in the middle for Chen Jianhai and the white-haired old man to walk toward the center of the main entrance.

Even Tong Tongsheng stood to the side with a bright smile, behaving properly.

The white-haired old man walked in the middle, wearing a pair of black cloth shoes, yet exuding the aura of a martial arts grandmaster, a true master of his craft.

Even Chen Jianhai instinctively took half a step back, leaving a small gap between himself and the white-haired old man.

Good heavens...

Chen Jianhai's eyelids twitched slightly.

"Why does it feel like I'm riding on someone else's coattails?"

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, Chen Jianhai broke out in a cold sweat.

Thoughts shape reality.

If even he himself felt this way, thinking he had become the white-haired old man's sidekick, 

what would the other guests think? What would his employees think?

He had invited the white-haired old man here to celebrate, not to steal his glory or overshadow him!

Gritting his teeth, Chen Jianhai took a deep breath.

"This is my hotel!"

"The white-haired old man is my honored guest, but I am the main character today!"

"No matter who this white-haired old man is, at Lion Lake Castle Hotel, I am the only one who matters!"

Having reaffirmed his position, 

Chen Jianhai took another deep breath, and the earlier unease and tension dissipated completely.

With his long legs and large strides, 

in just one step, he went from being behind the white-haired old man to walking side by side with him.

The two of them walked shoulder to shoulder toward the hotel's main entrance.

Perhaps sensing the change in the young boss's pace, or perhaps because it had been a long time since someone walked beside him like this, 

the white-haired old man glanced at Chen Jianhai with a meaningful look.

Under the sunlight, 

the young man in front of him faced the overwhelming smiles and support from those around him, yet remained calm and composed, without a trace of unease or nervousness.

A hint of admiration flashed in the white-haired old man's eyes.

...

The reason Lion Lake Castle was named "Lake Castle" was because of the massive emerald lake at the heart of the hotel's castle.

The calm lake surface mirrored the majestic and luxurious hotel, with a few black swans gliding gracefully across the water, creating ripples.

At the edge of the lake, where the ripples faded, the items and ceremonial setup for the ribbon-cutting had been prepared early, 

waiting for the ceremony to conclude so that "Lion Lake Castle Hotel" could officially open for business.

Watching Chen Jianhai and the white-haired old man walking side by side at the front, 

those who had earlier criticized Chen Jianhai for the "low-profile" opening ceremony now fell silent.

Tong Tongsheng and others followed closely behind and to the sides of the two, their eyes filled with surprise and shock.

What exactly was Chen Jianhai's relationship with Song Zhanyun?! 

For a hotel opening, he managed to invite this old man!

Tong Tongsheng's gaze flickered repeatedly.

No wonder Chen Jianhai could buy such a large plot of land on Butter Road and have the courage to open a hotel next to Magic Century Theme Park. 

Turns out he had such a powerful backer!

"What are they holding in their hands?" 

As they walked, the white-haired old man suddenly pointed at the invitations in the hands of those around them and asked curiously.

Chen Jianhai replied, "They're holding the invitations sent by the hotel."

Hearing this, the white-haired old man half-jokingly, half-displeased, said, 

"Why do they all have invitations, but I don't?"

Without hesitation, Chen Jianhai responded, 

"I sent you a message to invite you, which is much more valuable than an invitation."

Hearing this, the white-haired old man had no retort and continued walking forward.

Meanwhile, Chen Jianhai secretly glared at the old man in his mind.

Asking for an invitation...? 

Tui!

I don't even know your name or where you live—how could I send you an invitation?! 

Isn't this just deliberately making things difficult for me?

Luckily, I reacted quickly, or I might have been caught off guard.

But then again, 

although Chen Jianhai was a bit clueless, one thing he was sure of was:

If he really knew the old man's name, surname, and address, the other party probably wouldn't even give him the time of day, let alone attend the opening ceremony.

Therefore, Chen Jianhai wisely never inquired about the old man's identity, simply treating him as an older, kind-hearted friend he had met by chance.

In friendships, what mattered was fate—no desires, no demands, just easy and happy interactions.

That's why Chen Jianhai sometimes acted a bit irreverently toward the white-haired old man, 

and the old man, rarely encountering such a lively young person, indulged Chen Jianhai's antics out of fondness.

Over time, the two had genuinely built a unique, "unseen" friendship.

While Chen Jianhai and the white-haired old man were subtly sparring with their "knowing questions," 

to others, it sounded entirely different.

No invitation? Chen Jianhai just sent a message, and Song Zhanyun came?? 

What exactly is their relationship?! 

In an instant, not only the Zaomen gossip squad but even the Nanjiang group pricked up their ears, their minds filled with wild speculations.

The usual goofy young man suddenly became mysterious and impressive in their eyes.

...

As for the hotel's opening ceremony, 

Chen Jianhai and Lin Suyang were already familiar with the process, having done it before. The overall procedure was largely the same, and they didn't even prepare a new speech, simply reusing the one from the last island hotel opening.

They just replaced "Little Pony Island" and "Jasmine Hotel" with "Zaomen" and "Lion Lake Castle Hotel."

When it came to the ribbon-cutting segment, 

with Song Zhanyun present, no one dared to step forward and volunteer.

The white-haired old man, playing a little trick, didn't offer either. He just sat on a bench, munching on sunflower seeds.

The large gold watch on his wrist glinted so brightly it hurt Chen Jianhai's eyes.

"Old man, help me cut the ribbon!" Chen Jianhai confidently slapped the scissors onto the table.

The white-haired old man glanced at Chen Jianhai and chuckled, 

"There are so many people here. Why ask me? Aren't you popular?"

Damn...

This remark nearly choked Chen Jianhai.

Normally, the speech would include a line like, "Now, let's invite [so-and-so] to cut the ribbon," but Chen Jianhai had no idea what the old man's name was or what he did, 

so he couldn't possibly say that.

"My popularity has nothing to do with wanting you to do it!" 

Chen Jianhai muttered under his breath, 

"You're the only one here wearing cloth shoes, looking like a grandmaster. If you don't do it, who will?"