freenovelworld Chapter 502 Keep the good stuff in the family!
Chapter 502 Keep the good stuff in the family!
"That's good."
Zhong Yuemin nodded and stepped aside to introduce:
"Come on, let me introduce you. Brother Cheng, this is Chef Ma, Old Ma. He used to be the head chef at the XX Hotel for over 20 years. His experience and skills are top-notch. Now he's the head chef I hired at a high salary, and he also manages the logistics of this place."
He then introduced Gao Cheng to Ma Weimin:
"Old Ma, this is Gao Cheng, um... he's one of our hotel's partners. He used to be a middle school teacher, a cultured man, but now he's also gone into business and we're doing something together."
Ma Weimin paused for a moment, looking at Gao Cheng's unkempt and somewhat disheveled "artist" appearance, feeling a little surprised, but quickly recovered and warmly extended his hand:
"Mr. Gao, hello, hello! I hope you'll take good care of me in the future!"
Gao Cheng was flustered by being called "Boss Gao," his face burning. What kind of boss was he? Nothing was even close to being one yet. He could only awkwardly force a smile and shake hands with Ma Weimin.
After a brief chat, Ma Weimin tactfully excused himself to attend to his business. Zhong Yuemin then led Gao Yue and her brother to a temporary office on the second floor that was not yet fully furnished. The office was empty, with only a few old chairs that had been temporarily brought in.
Zhong Yuemin casually pulled over a chair and sat down, looking at Gao Cheng:
"Brother Cheng, how was it? I didn't lie to you, did I?"
Gao Cheng pushed up his glasses, which had slipped off his nose, and glanced at the bustling street outside the window before hesitantly asking:
"You... bought this storefront and the land together? It must have... cost you a lot of money, right?"
"good,"
Zhong Yuemin spoke in a calm tone.
"Including the house and the small courtyard behind it, it cost a little over 40,000 yuan, less than 50,000 yuan. Considering the location, it was a bargain."
Gao Cheng clicked his tongue inwardly. Less than 50,000 yuan and you call that cheap? He hadn't even saved 5,000 yuan in all these years of working.
“I…I don’t have that much money,” he said honestly.
"fine,"
Zhong Yuemin waved his hand.
"Contribute whatever amount you can, and it will be converted into corresponding shares proportionally. From now on, the hotel's specific operation and management will mainly be handled by you and Lao Ma."
I have a lot of business here, so I might not have that much time to personally oversee things. Considering that you'll need to put in more effort, I can give you an extra 10-20% on the share.
If the business performs well and profits reach a certain target, there will be additional bonuses. All of this will be clearly written in the contract, in black and white, and protected by law. It's not just empty talk or empty promises, okay?
Gao Cheng was a little confused.
These conditions sounded like a windfall, but having been fooled by Lin Hong before, he was much more vigilant now and didn't let the joy cloud his judgment.
He raised his head, his eyes filled with scrutiny and incomprehension, and stared directly at Zhong Yuemin:
"Why...why are you doing this? This is practically handing me money. What...what are you up to?"
Even family members and relatives who are not related to you might not be this generous.
He suddenly realized something, his gaze quickly swept across his younger sister Gao Yue's face, then returned to Zhong Yuemin, his eyes suddenly filled with a sense of vigilance and warning.
"I...I'm warning you!"
Gao Cheng's voice rose slightly, tinged with protectiveness.
"Don't even think about taking advantage of my sister. No matter how worthless I am, I, Gao Cheng, would never sacrifice my sister's happiness for any benefit you offer. Not a chance!"
"Brother, what nonsense are you talking about!"
Gao Yue's face flushed crimson, and she retorted with a mixture of shame and anger. But for some reason, hearing her brother's words, her heart began to pound uncontrollably. Aside from the shame and anger, deep down... she didn't seem to feel much resentment.
There was even a faint hint of expectation, one that she herself was ashamed to admit...
Zhong Yuemin, seeing Gao Cheng's protective and anxious demeanor, wasn't angry; instead, he found it somewhat amusing. He didn't offer much explanation, simply saying calmly:
"Whether I'm lying to you or have other motives, you'll find out in time. As you can see here, I've poured real money into this project—blueprints, workers, materials—everything is real."
The opportunity is right here. Think it over carefully. You have three days to make a decision. Once this opportunity is gone, it won't come again.
After staying there for about half an hour, Zhong Yuemin drove the siblings home. Before leaving, Gao Yue made an excuse to call Zhong Yuemin aside to the corner of the building.
"Mr. Zhong,"
Her voice was very low, and her eyes held a hint of doubt and a nervousness she herself was unaware of.
"You...you really intend to get my brother involved? No...you didn't just say that to comfort him and cheer him up, did you?"
"If I lie to your brother again, wouldn't he be even more disappointed when he finds out the truth? What kind of comfort is that?"
Zhong Yuemin smiled,
"it is true."
"Then...why did you choose my brother?" Gao Yue pressed, her gaze fixed on his expression.
Zhong Yuemin looked into the woman's bright, large eyes and smiled.
"It's fate. I just happened to be thinking about opening a hotel, and your brother just happened to need such an opportunity. Plus, with our relationship, it's good to keep the benefits within the family."
"That's it?" Gao Yue seemed dissatisfied with the answer, but she didn't dare to ask what their relationship was.
"that is it."
Zhong Yuemin nodded, his tone certain.
"Tell your brother not to overthink it. That's all for now. I'm going back now." With that, he turned and walked towards his car.
Gao Yue stood there, watching his figure disappear around the corner of the stairs until the sound of the engine faded into the distance.
She lightly stomped her foot, subconsciously pouted, and hummed softly, her voice carrying a complex emotion that even she herself didn't fully understand:
"Hmph...is that all?"
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Time flies, and we've now entered the second half of the year. Earlier in September, the finance ministers of the UK, US, France, Germany, and Japan met at the Plaza Hotel in New York City and finalized the agreement on a joint appreciation of the yen, mark, franc, and pound against the dollar—the famous Plaza Accord.
The attitude of the small country is fierce and unwavering, firmly supporting the decision of the leading big brother, the United States. When West Germany thought that the 10% appreciation of the mark was too much, the small country immediately promised to accept a 20% appreciation.
Now, America's other little brothers, Britain, France, and Germany, were speechless and even more furious. They thought, "You guys don't have to be so shameless and obsequious to your boss. A 20% appreciation is no problem for you, but you're stingy with a 10% appreciation. Do you even want to have a good time?"
Little did they know that this 'generous spending' in their daily lives sowed the seeds for the future economic bubble that would eventually collapse, digging their own grave.