GBP Chapter 34 Housekeeper
Chapter 34 Housekeeper
Chapter Thirty-Four: The Housekeeper
Dongfang Jiye didn't care about money at all; what he cared about was whether he could maintain a good relationship with Zhuo Yang and help the Dongfang family advance further.
"Butler, immediately order someone to make the purchase, the sooner the better, and don't ask me about the price!" Dongfang Jiye was filled with pride and handed his phone directly to the old butler.
"Yes..." The old butler took the phone with a pained expression and went to arrange for someone to make the purchase.
The surrounding security guards were already "unfazed," but they felt even more that Zhuo Yang was of extremely high status, and even the richest man in Lingzhou didn't care about money to curry favor with him.
Dongfang Jiye turned around and saw that the security guards were still there. He frowned and said, "Manager Zhou, take your men away and don't disturb Mr. Zhuo. Also, pay attention to security around the mountaintop from now on, and patrol 24 hours a day!"
Manager Zhou was getting annoyed by Zhang Guilan, so he quickly agreed, told the security guards to leave, and took the opportunity to take Zhang Guilan away.
The lawn in front of the villa fell silent again, making Villa No. 101 appear even more tranquil and elegant.
Huang Jiaxin, who had been standing there blankly, finally couldn't hold back any longer. She said nervously, "Mr. Zhuo, you said before that you wanted me to be your housekeeper. I'm afraid I can't accept that request!"
"Why?" Zhuo Yang looked at her in surprise. "Looks like I didn't explain the salary clearly?"
Huang Jiaxin quickly waved her hand, "No, it's because I've never been a housekeeper before, nor have I studied it, so I'm afraid I can't handle it."
Zhuo Yang looked at her with increasing satisfaction and smiled, "Salary of 100,000 per month, double pay at the end of the year, eight hours of work per day, weekends off, and one month of annual leave!"
"Huh?" Huang Jiaxin's mouth dropped open, shocked by such a generous salary.
She quickly regained her composure and said with a wry smile, "Mr. Zhuo, to be honest, the conditions you offered are quite frightening. I really want to accept this job, but I still can't agree to it. I'm afraid I'll let you down by not paying the salary you're offering."
Hearing this, Zhuo Yang became even more interested in her.
This is also a test; Zhuo Yang will not keep someone with ulterior motives by his side.
Looking back now, it seems that Huang Jiaxin is not a woman who is easily swayed by money, and as a housekeeper, she basically meets the requirements.
Zhuo Yang looked at the villa, a slight smile appearing on his lips: "Miss Huang, from now on, you will be my housekeeper, with an annual salary of two million. My daily life, as well as the business I will develop in the future, will all be managed by you!"
"No way?" Huang Jiaxin was stunned. I just refused, didn't he hear me?
Zhuo Yang waved his hand domineeringly, pointed at the villa and said, "I'm leaving the villa renovation to you. Let me see your taste!"
Huang Jiaxin felt her heart pounding, but she quickly calmed down, took a deep breath, and said, "Mr. Zhuo, do you really trust a stranger that much?"
Zhuo Yang said calmly, "I trust my judgment of people."
“Alright!” Huang Jiaxin straightened her back and bowed slightly. “Mr. Zhuo, I will do my best, but I have one more request.”
"Say!"
"I need time to learn how to be a good housekeeper. It would be best to find a training course or something similar to further my studies!" Huang Jiaxin made her request, her expression very serious, as if she were someone who would die for a true friend.
It wasn't for the money; it was because it was the first time since graduating from university that she had felt valued.
Zhuo Yang pointed at the old butler and laughed, "Isn't this ready-made? From now on, you can just set aside an hour each day to learn from the old butler."
The old butler's lips twitched, thinking to himself, "You certainly know how to find people!"
He had many grievances against Zhuo Yang and had begun to reject him. The only remaining politeness he showed was because Zhuo Yang had saved Dongfang Ke'er.
Dongfang Jiye quickly gave him a wink, and the old steward reluctantly agreed, his dissatisfaction with Zhuo Yang growing even stronger.
With all the trivial matters resolved, Zhuo Yang looked at the charred remains at the highest point of the villa and said with great interest, "Mr. Dongfang, if you're not busy tonight, how about we come back to the villa to watch a good show?"
Dongfang Jiye was eager to have more interaction with Zhuo Yang, and readily agreed.
Zhuo Yang laughed heartily and waved his hand, "Come on, let's go to your house first and have someone bring back a batch of medicinal herbs. There will be something good for you later!"
Dongfang Jiye quickly followed, while Dongfang Ke'er followed behind her father with a dark expression.
The three people took a helicopter and returned to the Dongfang family home.
The old butler glanced at the bewildered Huang Jiaxin and sighed, "Here's the first rule: When the master invites guests home, you should help guide them, depending on the situation. If the master personally leads the way, just keep smiling and stay by his side..."
He would always do his best to fulfill his promise to Zhuo Yang, just like a butler. In his fifteen years with the Dongfang family, he had always been meticulous. Although he was dissatisfied with Zhuo Yang, he wouldn't show it; that was the basic quality of a butler.
The two whispered to each other, and soon the Dongfang family's car arrived, picking them up and taking them back to the Dongfang family home.
On the plane, Dongfang Jiye had several medicinal herbs that Zhuoyang urgently needed sent back to the manor. Shortly after the plane arrived, several trucks drove into the manor.
The sacks unloaded from the trucks piled up like mountains, filling Dongfang Jiye's parking lot. More than a dozen of Dongfang Jiye's favorite supercars were driven to the gate and parked by his bodyguards.
In the parking lot, Zhuo Yang sat cross-legged alone. Everyone else followed his instructions and was forbidden from approaching or even peeking at the villa from its high points.
"Little rascal!"
At a call, Xiao Diao jumped out of Zhuo Yang's bag, taking a few deep breaths with delight, like a prisoner just released from jail.
Zhuo Yang glanced at her: "If you keep putting on such a show, I'll find a cage to lock you up!"
I can tell, Xiao Diao is doing it on purpose, he's unhappy that he's always locked up in his bag!
Upon hearing this, Xiao Diao immediately knelt on the ground, appearing to sincerely repent.
Zhuo Yang laughed helplessly, "Stop pretending with me. I've already seen through your heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys. You're just a clever little rascal!"
"Once the house is renovated, you can move around freely at home!"
Little Diao is so cute that even the ruthless Demon Lord couldn't bring himself to get angry at her.
"Squeak!" The little rascal jumped three feet high and ran around Zhuo Yang happily, looking like it was really bored.
Next, Zhuo Yang's expression turned serious, and he extended his palm, whereupon lightning and fire surged forth.
"Now I'm going to refine some pills. You'll be my apprentice. Listen carefully to my instructions and make sure you watch the flames closely!"
Zhuo Yang gave the order, and Xiao Diao also perked up, his sable face serious.
Refining pills is not easy. Zhuo Yang didn't have any magical tools for refining pills, so he could only use lightning and fire to refine them, which made it extremely difficult.
Most importantly, the primordial energy in the mortal realm is still weak, and the spiritual energy contained in medicinal herbs is pitifully small. If one wants to refine pills, one must rely on quantity.
Next, Xiao Diao transformed into a porter. When Zhuo Yang called out the name of a medicinal herb, she would run to the pile of sacks, and with her petite frame, she would carry a large sack and quickly return.
A sack of medicinal herbs was poured bit by bit onto the leaping lightning and fire in Zhuo Yang's palm, instantly turning into ashes without leaving a trace...