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

"Don't rush, let's talk when the others arrive."

Zhong Yuemin spent the entire morning in his office reviewing various documents, materials, and reports, all of which Liu Jing had brought to him time and time again.

According to her, "You've come all this way to the company, so we can't just let you off so easily. You have to make up for all the 'homework' you missed!"

He was busy until noon before he got up, stretched, and moved his stiff neck and shoulders.

He left his office and went to the next room. The door was open, and Liu Jing was sitting alone in a chair behind her desk, engrossed in reading documents.

Zhong Yuemin didn't say anything, walked straight in, and sat down in the chair opposite him.

The woman had taken off her coat and hung it on the back of the chair, revealing a well-fitting white shirt underneath. Perhaps because she was hot, she had unbuttoned two or three buttons at the collar, revealing a patch of fair skin, with the outline of black lace trim faintly visible beneath.

Zhong Yuemin wasn't in a hurry to leave. He just sat there opposite him, leisurely enjoying the view.

After finishing her work, Liu Jing looked up and saw the person who had come in. She was taken aback and asked, "When did you come in? Why didn't you say anything?"

Seeing that he didn't respond, but his eyes were fixed on her, and there was even a faint trace of... drool at the corner of his mouth? It seemed like he was staring at her chest?

She glanced down instinctively and immediately understood.

Her cheeks flushed red instantly, and she said, embarrassed and annoyed:

“You…!”

She hurriedly buttoned up one button of her collar. Zhong Yuemin then casually looked away, as if nothing had happened, his tone as normal:

"I didn't dare disturb you because you were working so hard. Are you done now? Come on, let's go eat."

“Go by yourself,” Liu Jing sat up again, looking down at her documents. “I had someone bring you lunch. You can eat in the office. I have a lot to do this afternoon.”

Zhong Yuemin stood up, walked around the large desk, and pulled her directly from her chair:

"Man is made of iron, food is made of steel. The more you work, the more you need to eat well and balance work and rest. Otherwise, if your health collapses, everything else will be in vain."

"Let's go!"

Liu Jing couldn't resist him, so she could only be half-pulled by him as he walked out.

The two went downstairs and headed straight for the parking space.

"Why don't you go to the cafeteria?" Liu Jing asked.

"Let's eat out." Zhong Yuemin opened the car door. "It's our own restaurant, let's go try it out."

"Too much trouble... I'll just eat something at the cafeteria."

"listen to me."

The two got into the car, and about twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a rather grand restaurant. The parking lot in front of the restaurant was already full of cars. It was lunchtime, and customers were coming and going in a steady stream, and the business looked very prosperous.

When the restaurant opened, Zhong Yuemin was absent due to other commitments, so the welcoming staff at the entrance naturally didn't recognize him.

"Welcome, sir. How many are in your party?"

"Both of you."

"Okay, please follow me."

The waiter led the two to the lobby, found them an empty seat by the window, and handed them a menu.

Zhong Yuemin took it and handed it to Liu Jing: "You order."

"You should do it," Liu Jing said, pushing the food away. "I don't have any dietary restrictions, I can eat anything."

Zhong Yuemin didn't refuse. He glanced at the menu and said to the waiter, "This, this... and this signature stew, and a stir-fried vegetable dish, hmm, that'll do for now, we can add more if needed."

"Sir, you've ordered... about seven or eight dishes," the waiter kindly reminded him.

"It's okay, go ahead."

The waiter took the menu and left.

Looking at him, Liu Jing couldn't help but say, "You ordered so much... Is it really possible for just the two of us to finish it? It's such a waste."

"You can take the leftovers home if you can't finish them." Zhong Yuemin picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said casually, "This is my first time here, so I'm mainly here to see what the food tastes like."

He put down his teacup, glanced at the restaurant's decent decor and the waiters bustling around, and continued:

"Whether a restaurant can stand firm in a highly competitive market depends on factors such as its location, service level, and interior decoration. These are certainly important, but the most crucial factor is the quality of its food."

"As long as the taste is truly appreciated by customers, even if the price is a bit higher than other places, customers will still be willing to come."

About half an hour later, the dishes were served one after another. Zhong Yuemin first picked up a few items and placed them in Liu Jing's bowl:

"Try it."

He picked up a piece with his chopsticks and savored it carefully.

Liu Jing took a few bites and nodded, "Hmm, it tastes pretty good, doesn't it?"

Zhong Yuemin savored the taste in his mouth, a satisfied expression on his face:

"It's really good. It seems that Old Ma's cooking skills are really something else."

As the two were eating, Gao Cheng, dressed in a sharp black suit, strode over briskly, his face beaming with a warm smile.

"Mr. Zhong! Manager Liu! When did you arrive? Why are you sitting here? Come on, come on, I'll arrange a private room upstairs for you. It's quieter upstairs."

"Brother Cheng, don't bother with all that." Zhong Yuemin waved his hand with a smile. "We're just here for a casual meal. Why are we being so particular about our own restaurant? This place is perfect."

He also glanced at Gao Cheng.

Compared to his listless and dejected state a few months ago after being deceived and abandoned by that woman named Lin Hong, Gao Cheng is now completely transformed. He has a rosy complexion, straight back, and his eyes are full of shrewdness and competence. He is full of vigor and seems like a different person.

"Go ahead and do your thing. We can have a proper chat after lunchtime."

“Alright!” Gao Cheng didn’t stand on ceremony. “President Zhong, Manager Liu, please enjoy your meal. If you need anything, just let the waiter know, or call me directly!”

After saying that, he turned around to greet the few regular customers who had just entered.

We leisurely ate our meal, which lasted for over an hour. After the peak dining hours, the restaurant was less crowded than before, but it was still quite lively.

Gao Cheng led the two to an office upstairs. A little while later, Ma Weimin also rushed over from the kitchen, still wearing a white chef's uniform and a tall chef's hat, with a bit of sweat still on his forehead.

Zhong Yuemin took out a cigarette and handed it to him: "Old Ma, you've worked hard!"

Ma Weimin took the cigarette, smiled憨厚ly, and waved his hand: "President Zhong, you're being too polite. This is just what I should do."

He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and his face showed a satisfied and content expression.

Now, Zhong Yuemin gave him a share of the restaurant's revenue. In addition to his basic salary, he could also receive a share of the restaurant's profits at the end of the year, which truly linked him to the restaurant's income.

This is equivalent to being a small business owner yourself, so you will naturally work harder and more attentively, since it is directly related to your own interests. Who would turn down money?