Old Gao turned around, took out his phone, and made a call to Manager Chen.
Within minutes, a man who appeared to be around thirty years old hurried down from the second floor.
Su Yang looked up. He had assumed someone at the managerial level would be very formal, dressed at least as professionally as Old Gao in a suit and tie.
But the man walking toward him was dressed in an extremely flamboyant style.
He looked... how should one put it? Very effeminate. About 175 cm tall, with makeup heavier than many women’s—especially the dark eyeshadow around his eyes. Around his neck hung a necklace Su Yang couldn’t quite make sense of, and his fingers were adorned with three or four rings.
His hair was dyed gray, parted to the side, and he wore a loose, orange, lace-embroidered T-shirt with silver pendants dangling from the collar.
His lower half was clad in slightly tight denim shorts, paired with a pair of Chanel sneakers.
His walk was the stereotypical flamboyant gait, and his overall appearance suggested he was slightly overweight.
“What the—? This…” Su Yang’s eyelids twitched as he pulled Old Gao closer and whispered, “Don’t tell me Manager Chen is him?”
Old Gao laughed awkwardly. “Uh… yeah, it’s him.”
Su Yang rubbed his forehead. By then, Manager Chen had already approached. He extended a hand with a delicate flourish and exclaimed excitedly, “You must be President Su?”
“Wow, you’re so handsome—even more so than in the photos!”
Su Yang instinctively scooted back on the sofa. He pointed to a chair in front of him and said, “Manager Chen, right? Have a seat.”
“Sure thing~”
Lu Yun, standing nearby, was also staring in disbelief.
“By the way, may I know your full name?” Su Yang asked.
“My full name? Uh… it’s not worth mentioning…” Manager Chen replied, crossing his legs with a smirk.
“Tell me,” Su Yang said flatly, fixing him with a stare.
“Uh… Chen Guowei.”
“Pfft—” Lu Yun couldn’t hold back a laugh.
She quickly stifled it when Chen Guowei shot her a look.
Su Yang, however, didn’t seem bothered. He chuckled and asked, “How old are you?”
“Thirty.”
“Should I call you Old Chen, then?”
“Oh, don’t call me Old Chen! Just call me Little Chen~”
Su Yang took a deep breath, fighting back the urge to gag.
“Fine. Little Chen, so… are you the general manager here, or…?”
“Deputy manager, deputy manager. The general manager isn’t here today.”
“Got it. Are there any job openings in the restaurant right now?”
Chen Guowei shifted in his seat and thought for a moment. “Hmm, I think all positions are filled.”
“All filled?” Su Yang glanced at Lu Yun, then back at Chen Guowei.
Realizing Su Yang’s intention, Chen Guowei quickly backtracked. “Oh! Now that I think about it, there might be one position open.”
“That’s what I thought—a big restaurant like this must have something available. What’s the job? Something easy, I hope?”
“Uh… Beverage Manager.”
“Beverage Manager? Is that even a real position?” Su Yang took a sip of tea from the table.
“Of course it is! Absolutely.” Chen Guowei glanced at Su Yang, thinking to himself, ‘If it doesn’t exist, I’ll just make it up.’
“Then tell me, what exactly does this job entail?”
“Responsible for managing the restaurant’s beverage inventory—ordering drinks, confirming stock levels, monitoring usage, and so on. Overall, it’s pretty relaxed.” Chen Guowei spoke as if the position had always existed.
Su Yang nodded and turned to Lu Yun. “What do you think? Doesn’t sound too hard, right?”
Lu Yun nodded awkwardly. “It doesn’t seem too difficult.”
“That’s what I thought too.”
Su Yang then looked back at Chen Guowei. “I think you’ve figured out why I’m here. This lovely lady will be working at… well, our restaurant from now on, in the Beverage Manager position you just described.”
Chen Guowei grinned playfully. “No problem! But President Su, have you discussed the salary with this young lady?”
“No, we haven’t. What’s the usual monthly pay for a Beverage Manager?”
“Uh…” Chen Guowei hesitated, unsure how much to say. He feared quoting too high would make him seem dishonest, but too low might offend Su Yang.
He scratched his head and glanced at Old Gao, who was standing nearby.
Old Gao chuckled and said, “President Su, if I recall correctly, the Beverage Manager’s salary is around 20,000 a month.”
Su Yang frowned. “20,000? Isn’t that a bit low for a managerial role?”
“Uh… maybe I remembered wrong? Manager Chen, you’d know better than me.”
Old Gao tossed the question back to Chen Guowei, who rolled his eyes and smiled. “What 20,000? Old Gao, you really don’t know the restaurant’s positions well enough. The Beverage Manager has always been paid 30,000 a month.”
“President Su, does that sound acceptable?”
Su Yang smiled. “Sure, just pay what’s standard. I’ve got other business to handle, so I’m not too familiar with the restaurant’s operations. I’ll be counting on you two to manage things.”
“President Su, you’re too kind. It’s our duty.”
At that moment, Lu Yun tugged at Su Yang’s sleeve and whispered, “30,000 a month? That’s way too much. I’ve never worked in the food industry before—I don’t know anything about this. I can’t accept such a high salary.”
Su Yang shook his head. “What can I do? That’s the standard pay for this position. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”
He then turned back to the other two. “Alright, Little Chen, Old Gao—wait, that sounds weird.”
“You’re the deputy manager, Old Gao is the supervisor… Whatever, it’s fine. It’s a free restaurant anyway.”
“President Su, what was that?” Chen Guowei didn’t catch Su Yang’s last remark.
Su Yang coughed. “Ahem, nothing. I’ll be going now. Ms. Lu Yun will start in a couple of days. Please take good care of her.”
Chen Guowei and Old Gao quickly stood up. “Of course, of course. It’s our responsibility.”
“Good. Carry on with your work—no need to see me out.”
With that, Su Yang took Lu Yun’s hand and walked out of the restaurant.
Sigh…
After Su Yang left, Old Gao exhaled in relief. Chen Guowei turned to him and said, “President Su is so handsome.”
“Manager Chen, you’ve got nerves of steel. Instead of worrying about whether President Su is handsome, shouldn’t you be concerned about when our restaurant suddenly had a Beverage Manager position?”
Chen Guowei rolled his eyes. “I made it up on the spot.”
“Impressive.” Old Gao gave him a thumbs-up.
“It’s for the restaurant’s sake. And you saw it too, right? President Su obviously just wanted to get his girlfriend a cushy job here.”
“That much was obvious.”
“So just have her do what I described earlier. Having one more or one less person won’t make much difference to the restaurant. Besides, the position isn’t completely useless—it’s not like she’s just sitting around collecting money.”
“30,000 a month, though!”
“What’s 30,000? She’s the boss’s girlfriend. And it’s not like we’re the ones paying her. If you hadn’t said 20,000 earlier, I would’ve started with 100,000!”
“Damn, 100,000?! I wish I could get that!”
"Just forget about it. It is what it is—he’s got the right connections. But honestly, his girlfriend is stunning. Even I can’t help stealing a few extra glances."
"Don’t tell me you’re into girls again?"
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