Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

Upon hearing this, Zheng Tong, Zhang Haiyang, Luo Jianguo, and the other men were taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but burst out laughing, revealing knowing, mischievous smiles.

The women present all blushed. Zhou Xiaobai secretly reached under the table, precisely pinched a soft spot on her man's thigh, and twisted it hard. She maintained a smile on her face, but her eyes flashed a reproachful glare.

This guy is really something, he dares to say anything stupid without even considering the occasion!

When good brothers get together, they start talking non-stop and drink quite a bit. By the second half, they were all a little tipsy. Several women huddled together, chatting enthusiastically about everyday matters, showing no sign of leaving.

Zhong Yuemin then exchanged a glance with Zhang Haiyang, and the two of them strolled downstairs to the hotel entrance to enjoy the night breeze and get some fresh air.

"Want one?" Zhang Haiyang pulled out his cigarette case.

Zhong Yuemin answered the call, lit a cigarette, and the two leaned against a pillar in the porch, puffing away and chatting idly.

Just then, two people walked out of the hotel, one after the other. The one in front was dressed in a sharp suit, with slicked-back hair and a badge around his neck; he looked like the hotel's front desk manager. He was quite young, probably in his early twenties, and had an arrogant expression on his face.

Following behind was a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in a white chef's uniform, his face flushed and his expression agitated.

The young manager shouted:

"Hey Lao Ma, you've been a long-time employee at the hotel, how can you still be so clueless? Arguing with guests is such a bad influence. Forget about your bonus this month, and half your salary will be deducted!"

"Why are you deducting my salary and bonus?!"

The chef, called Old Ma, stuck out his neck and retorted defiantly.

"That customer was clearly deliberately causing trouble. His child climbed onto the table and peed. How could we possibly keep those dishes? I tried to reason with him, but he called me a 'stinky cook' and even shoved me! Look at my face, it's all scratched and bleeding. I just talked back a few times. Am I supposed to deserve being yelled at and beaten? This is just too much!"

"If you can't stand it, you can leave. Nobody's forcing you to stay!"

The young manager spoke in a harsh, impatient tone.

"Don't think that just because you've worked here for over a decade and can cook a few signature dishes, the hotel can't do without you. You're just relying on your seniority. Who do you think you are!"

"you……!"

Old Ma was trembling with rage, his face turning a purplish-red. He ripped off his chef's uniform and threw it violently to the ground.

"I quit! Let whoever wants to do this job do it!"

"hehe,"

The young manager sneered.

"Old Ma, you said those words yourself, don't regret it. If you're going to regret it, get out of here as soon as possible, hmph!" With that, he didn't even glance at the chef's uniform on the ground, and turned around to return to the hotel with an arrogant air.

This scene was witnessed by Zhong Yuemin and Zhang Haiyang, who were smoking nearby.

Zhong Yuemin stubbed out his cigarette, walked over, and patted Old Ma on the shoulder, whose chest was still heaving with anger:

"Hey buddy, calm down. It's your health, don't ruin it over someone like that. Here, have a cigarette?"

Old Ma glanced at him, waved his hand, and said in a muffled voice:

"It's okay, I don't smoke." He bent down to pick up the chef's uniform from the ground, dusted it off, and seemed ready to go inside.

"Hey bro,"

Zhong Yuemin stopped him, "This job... you really don't want to do it anymore?"

"Quit!"

Old Ma stopped and said angrily.

"I've worked at this hotel for over twenty years, from apprentice to now, always working hard without complaint. And now, some kid who hasn't even grown up yet is letting him shit and piss on my head. This guy is a relative of the hotel owner, and he's always been difficult for me. I can't swallow this insult, I'm not putting up with it anymore!"

Zhong Yuemin nodded: "So... have you thought about any plans for the future?"

Old Ma looked at him suspiciously: "Why are you asking this?"

Zhong Yuemin took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over:

"What a coincidence! I'm also in the catering business and I'm planning to open a decent hotel. What I need most are skilled and experienced people, especially master chefs like you. If you're willing, come work for me. You can name your salary and benefits. As long as it's reasonable, I won't haggle and will definitely meet your requirements."

Old Ma took the business card and looked Zhong Yuemin up and down suspiciously, seemingly not quite believing him.

Zhong Yuemin was not in a hurry:

"You don't need to answer me now. My business card has my phone number and address. Once you've thought it through, feel free to contact me anytime, or you can come and see the place for yourself."

Old Ma put the business card in his pocket, nodded, said nothing more, and turned to enter the hotel with his chef's uniform in his arms.

At this moment, Zhang Haiyang walked over, looking puzzled:

"Yuemin, when did you get a hotel? How come I didn't know?"

Zhong Yuemin smiled, his eyes gleaming:

"Not yet, but it will be soon. I plan to open one."

"What's gotten into you now, you little rascal?"

Zhang Haiyang's eyes widened.

"Clothing, beverages, real estate...aren't all these businesses enough for you to handle? Now you want to get into hotels?"

"Hotels have large profit margins and good prospects."

Zhong Yuemin spoke with certainty.

"Besides, would you complain about having too much money? If I open a hotel, your belly will be in for a treat. Come on, let's go inside and not keep them waiting."

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A week later,

Zhong Yuemin went to Gao Yue's house early in the morning. It was his first time there, and after asking several people and going through many twists and turns, he finally found it. After knocking on the door, it took a while for it to open, revealing Gao Yue's sleepy face.

She was wearing loose pajamas, her hair was a little messy, and she had obviously just been woken up.

"President Zhong? You... what brings you here?" Gao Yue rubbed her eyes, becoming more awake, and was somewhat surprised.

Seeing her like this, Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but tease her:

"Xiao Gao, the sun's already high in the sky, and you're still sleeping? You're so lazy."

Gao Yue pouted, her expression a mix of morning grumpiness and slight complaint:

"I'm exploited by you, my big boss, every day. I've finally got a day off, so what's wrong with sleeping in? It's not like it's interfering with your company's business. You're here... surely there's more company business to attend to?"

"I'm not here to see you, I'm here to see your brother!"

"Looking for my brother? What do you want with him?"

"What, aren't you going to invite me in for a seat?"

Gao Yue stepped aside to let the person in. The courtyard wasn't as large as her own, but everything looked neat and tidy. Along one wall were many lush, green plants. Once inside, Gao Yue poured them some water.

"You sit down first, I'll go call my brother!"

He went to the inner room to call for someone, and after a while, he heard noises outside.

“Brother, wake up! Mr. Zhong is here to see you. You've been so listless all day. If you keep going like this, you'll be ruined. It's just a woman…”

Zhong Yuemin listened, got up, and went into the inner room...