Maximize Interest, My Money Grows Infinitely-Chapter 66 - Xiao Hai

Chapter 66: Chapter 66: Xiao Hai?

Brother Hai!

Chapter 66 -66: Xiao Hai?

Brother Hai!

The opening day was fast approaching, and Chen Cheng’s schedule was packed.

He had to dedicate energy to self-training for negotiations and was busy with the preparations for Wanbao Hall’s grand opening.

Jin Baogen had solved many difficult issues for him, but details such as opening bouquets and car fleets still required his personal attention.

The formation of the service staff team seemed particularly urgent.

Fortunately, four days earlier, Sasha, also known as Zhao Lingfang, replied to Chen Cheng’s message, and they agreed to meet in Shuangjing for Chen Cheng to select the suitable candidates.

Da Lao quickly arrived at the agreed teahouse, and Chen Cheng asked Chen Donghai to park the car while he went upstairs first.

“Mr.

Chen.” Zhao Lingfang, waiting in the hall, greeted Chen Cheng with a smile.

Chen Cheng nodded in response, “Are all the people here?”

“They’re all here.” Zhao Lingfang gestured, leading the way, “In the first private room.”

“Good.”

This time, Zhao Lingfang had found seven or eight sisters, and she had been thinking about this matter ever since she last met Chen Cheng.

And this time, the sisters she brought could better meet Chen Cheng’s requirements from that night.

In addition to being good-looking, they were all perceptive people.

“Mr.

Chen is here.” Zhao Lingfang clapped her hands.

Chen Cheng stood at the door and saw seven or eight girls seated neatly, each dressed appropriately and modestly, without heavy makeup, all resembling Zhao Lingfang.

“Hello, boss.” They called out crisply.

“Goodness, I thought I had come to the wrong place.”

Chen Cheng laughed as he sat down, his eyes sweeping over the crowd, “Sasha must have explained everything clearly to you, right?”

“Yes, boss.” The girls nodded in unison.

“My restaurant opens tomorrow.” Chen Cheng continued, “Your basic salary is twelve thousand per month.

If you perform well and satisfy the customers, you can get a raise.”

“Boss, I want to ask, how many days off can we get in a month?”

Chen Cheng thought for a while, “Tentatively five days.

But you can’t take them all at once; you’ll need to rotate shifts.”

The young women whispered among themselves, discussing this.

“Do we need to sign a contract?” someone else asked.

“Of course, an official employment relationship.” Chen Cheng crossed his legs, “I won’t cheat you out of a penny.”

“Do we have to accompany guests in drinking?”

Chen Cheng smiled, “Your job is to be service staff, not to accompany people in drinking anymore.”

He paused then delivered his trump card, “Room and board included.”

Upon hearing this, excitement was written all over everyone’s faces.

It was well known that renting a place in the city every month was a substantial expense.

Now that their difficulties were resolved, everything else was not a big issue.

“If there are no other questions, my driver will bring the contracts up later, and you can sign them after reading.”

Just as he finished speaking, Chen Donghai appeared at the door with a bag.

“Mr.

Chen.” He called out.

Chen Cheng nodded at him.

However, the next second, a surprised voice broke the silence.

“Brother Hai?!” A girl in a pleated skirt covered her mouth in shock, “Is it really you?!”

Chen Donghai’s face was expressionless as he distributed the contracts to the girls, then stood beside Chen Cheng.

Chen Cheng was also puzzled by the call of “Brother Hai.”

He could tell that this “brother” was not a formality but was genuinely recognized for strength.

“Who is that?” someone asked the girl who had just exclaimed, “Your customer?”

She shook her head, “The boss of Hundred Songs Club!” She was certain, “The largest KTV in the southern city!”

Chen Cheng caught a glimpse of the person beside him with the corner of his eye.

He saw Chen Donghai standing silently, like a tower.

“Hundred Songs Club?” someone muttered, “Isn’t that…”

“Enough, stop talking nonsense.” Zhao Lingfang interrupted everyone’s discussion and took on the air of a supervisor, “Mr.

Chen has prepared the contract.

Aren’t you going to look at it?”

Everyone then picked up the contract and started to read it carefully.

Chen Cheng also felt a bit uneasy inside.

Chen Donghai was the driver sent by Jin Baogen, and he had never doubted the identity of this young man in his early twenties.

But hearing such discussions, especially about the owner of the “Hundred Songs Club,” he was a bit surprised.

After thinking it over, Chen Cheng quickly guessed it was a case of covert ownership. frёewebnoѵēl.com

The rustling sound of discussions weaved through the private room.

After a few minutes, a girl was the first to raise her head, her eyes glittering with anticipation, “Mr.

Chen, I’ve finished reading the contract.

There’s no problem.”

“I’ve also finished reading it and agree,” another girl quickly followed suit.

Soon, the other girls also expressed their agreement and signed the labor contracts.

Seeing this, Chen Cheng mentioned, “Let’s go buy your uniforms now.

For summer, we’ll wear cheongsams.”

“Okay, Mr.

Chen!”

Chen Cheng gave Zhao Lingfang a look, “I’ll send you the location.

You lead the way.”

“Understood, boss.”

Standing up, Chen Cheng glanced at Chen Donghai as he walked past him.

Chen Donghai quickly followed suit, and the discussion in the private room continued.

“Lily, you said that man is the owner of the Hundred Songs Club?

Are you sure?”

The girl in the pleated skirt shook her head vehemently, then nodded emphatically.

“It’s him, Chen Donghai!

I saw him a month ago when I went out drinking with a boss.”

“No way, he’s so young and he’s already the owner of a KTV?”

Zhao Lingfang listened quietly on the side and simply commented, “Then why does he drive for Mr.

Chen?”

Everyone was stumped again.

“Alright, we’ve now met a real big boss,” Zhao Lingfang said, looking at the address Mr.

Chen had sent, “We’ll split up into two or three cars; let’s not keep our boss waiting.”

Back in the Da Lao car, Chen Cheng sat in the back seat.

He noticed that Chen Donghai was occasionally looking at him through the rearview mirror.

“Mr.

Chen.” Chen Donghai finally broke the silence.

Chen Cheng: “You have something to say?”

“The Hundred Songs Club is a joint investment by Mr.

Jin and several other bosses,” Chen Donghai explained.

“Due to certain reasons, they can’t manage it directly, so Mr.

Jin had me hang my name there.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Chen Cheng asked, “Xiao Hai, you used to be a boss in your own right, and now you’re driving for me…”

For the first time, Chen Donghai interrupted Chen Cheng, saying hurriedly, “Mr.

Chen, rest assured.

Before, I did whatever Mr.

Jin asked of me.”

“Now, if Mr.

Chen asks me to go east, I would definitely not dare go west!”

Listening to the resounding words, Chen Cheng laughed and shook his head, “I mean, it might be tough for you.”

“Not at all,” Chen Donghai replied, “Actually, I’m just a driver; I’m really not any boss.”

“Then are you still getting paid by Mr.

Jin?” Chen Cheng asked.

Chen Donghai nodded.

“Alright, from now on you’ll follow me.” Chen Cheng smiled, “By the way, have you always been so reticent?”

“From the first day I started driving, Mr.

Jin told me that the best skill for a driver is to keep his mouth shut and speak less.”

Chen Cheng, after hearing this, deeply admired Chen Donghai’s professional competence and loyalty, and thought to himself, “My goodness, this is truly a rare talent!”