Chapter 159 The Strong
Chapter 159 The Strong
The next day, morning.
Yin Zhaotang was lying on the sofa, sleeping soundly, and faintly heard someone calling his name.
"Mr. Yin, Mr. Yin."
Zhou Huimin wore a gray lapel women's shirt with a rose design on the bow tie, paired with a simple pair of jeans.
She had long flowing hair and was dressed fashionably and beautifully. She was half-crouching in front of the sofa, holding her chin and staring at him with bright eyes.
"Maria, clean the room first and don't disturb my sleep."
Yin Zhaotang turned over and said vaguely in an unpleasant tone.
A 3,000 square foot mansion must have a servant, otherwise it would take three or four hours every day just to wipe the dust.
Hong Kong Island is the first place in Asia where Filipino maids became popular. From the wealthy to white-collar workers in companies, anyone with a little money will hire a maid.
The old wealthy family still had maids who had spread their hair on their backs, but Yin Zhaotang could not afford to support one, so he could only hire a Filipino maid who signed a labor contract and was paid monthly.
Filipino maids are divided into different grades, the highest grade being graduates from Philippine maid training schools.
She is about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a pretty face and a hot body. She is proficient in Cantonese, can clean the room, and knows how to take away the used condoms.
The middle-level ones are maids who come from training institutions and have labor visas.
Strong professional skills but low cultural level.
The lower class are illegal immigrants who do part-time jobs.
Yin Zhaotang hired a high-end maid who paid NT$3,500 a month. She was 25 years old, had a college degree, was fluent in English, Filipino and Cantonese, and knew a little bit of oil painting and violin.
She has a decent appearance and figure, but she is already married and has two children.
My husband is a salesperson at a foreign trade company in the Philippine Building.
Unlike other young bosses, Yin Zhaotang has a younger sister at home, so he unconsciously behaves more decently. He did not choose the kind of young and beautiful girl who would help him make the bed at night.
However, in the labor market, Filipino maids who have husbands and families are in high demand.
Although there is a market for young and beautiful women, their wages are generally not high and they rely solely on extra income to make money.
However, Filipino maids are most famous for knowing their limits and would never wake up their bosses.
After he turned around, he felt something was wrong. He opened his eyes and turned his head to see Zhou Huimin's pretty face with painted eyebrows, powdered rouge, and rosy lips.
Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he asked in surprise, "Miss Zhou, why are you here?"
Zhou Huimin stood up and poured a glass of warm water, handed it to him and said, "Drink a glass of warm water after you wake up."
"Thank you."
Yin Zhaotang was very surprised how Zhou Huimin could always enter the house without a key. You know, in order to prevent the Filipino maid from messing around at home alone, there were brothers taking turns outside the door around the clock.
Even if he took people out, there would still be two brothers at home to prevent anyone from sneaking in.
But as Rong Jiahui got up, the answer was already obvious: there was a traitor in the house!
Standing in the 800-square-foot large living room, Zhou Huimin looked out through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the Tsim Sha Tsui East sea view outside the large balcony, feeling an indescribable trance in her heart.
Although the first time she met Yin Zhaotang was when he was bringing money to the Anglican Church for donation, the slightly immature Mr. Yin gave people the illusion that he was a rich young man.
Such young people who can take out tens or even hundreds of thousands of small amounts of money in their teens by relying on their family background are not uncommon in the Anglican Church.
Later, she learned that he earned all his money with his own hands. The impact was so strong that she could not help but admire him from the bottom of her heart. In the end, Yin Zhaotang's gangster identity did make Zhou Huimin a little afraid.
But at this time, Mr. Yin lived in a mansion, drove a luxury car, and had the style of a big boss.
And the more you get to know him, the more you'll realize that what he does is really the right thing.
Maybe she had no choice but to stay in the underworld. Coming to this luxury house in Tsim Sha Tsui that she might never be able to afford in her lifetime, she already had great admiration for Yin Zhaotang. She didn't even realize that her behavior was gentle and considerate.
I always find excuses to get close to Mr. Yin, and it is not out of competition with others, but because I have respect, admiration and reverence for Yin Zhaotang in my heart.
Women all admire strong men, and Yin Zhaotang is the strongest man she has ever seen!
"Mr. Yin, it's easy to catch a cold if you sleep in the living room. No matter how late you come back, you should sleep in your room." Zhou Huimin hugged Rong Jiahui, her tone full of concern.
Yin Zhaotang made up an excuse: "I watched the game too late last night. I won't do it again next time."
Zhou Huimin nodded and explained in a gentle voice: "Jiahui took piano lessons at school and asked me to help her with tutoring."
Yin Zhaotang patted his forehead and said, "I'm really sorry to bother Miss Zhou. Maria, please make breakfast for Miss Zhou."
Zhou Huimin said, "I have eaten, Mr. Yin."
"Then I'll go back to my room and rest." Yin Zhaotang said with a smile.
He had no intention of paying Zhou Huimin a salary, because Zhou Huimin's piano level was good enough for volunteering, but it was not enough for her to be a professional teacher.
For Jiahui's studies, she will definitely have to hire a professional tutor in the future.
There is a piano in the corner of the balcony.
Zhou Huimin felt a little disappointed when she saw Yin Zhaotang go back to his room to sleep, but she couldn't help feeling a little proud when she thought that she was the first girl to come to his house.
When Rong Jiahui saw the cassette in the VCR, her eyes lit up and she suddenly said, "Teacher Zhou, let's watch a cartoon first."
Zhou Huimin recalled the embarrassment during the first home visit and was afraid that it was a pornographic videotape, so she quickly shouted, "Jiahui, don't move."
Click.
The Disney logo appeared and an animated ending played.
Rong Jiahui clenched her fists and shouted angrily, "Big Boss, you peeked at my cassette!"
Zhou Huimin covered her mouth and laughed secretly. She had not expected that Mr. Yin had secretly watched Disney cartoons all night last night. She hugged Rong Jiahui and comforted her, "It's okay, Jiahui, sister will rent a new tape for you."
Rong Jiahui's cheeks were puffed up, her face flushed, and she waved her fists in protest, threatening: "This was rented for me by Brother Hao. If you dare to peek, I'll ask Brother Hao to beat him up!"
Zhou Huimin gently stroked her back, took a deep breath, and said with a suppressed smile: "Jiahui, do you know what Brother Tang does? Brother Lian Hao has to listen to him."
Rong Jiahui pouted and snorted, "The dirty king, the one who sells dirty magazines."
Zhou Huimin was stunned and very surprised.
Little did people know that Jiahui was already a child who had attended the club's year-end party, became familiar with the uncles, and had seen the world.
Seeing Zhou Huimin in a daze, she consoled her, "Ms. Zhou, as long as the boss doesn't ask you to be a cover girl, it doesn't matter what you do. You're dating him, spending his money, so why would you care how he makes it?"
"But if you bully my boss, I'll ask Brother Hao to beat you up!"
Seeing her raise her fist to protest again, Zhou Huimin quickly pressed down her chubby fist and led her to the balcony: "Jiahui, it's time for class."
Crooked, crooked.
The little girl has grown crooked, and she must be made to correct it.
It's noon.
Yin Zhaotang slept soundly, and after washing up and walking out of the bedroom, he saw Rong Jiahui holding a bag of freshly prepared medicine and applying it to Jiang Hao's face on the sofa.
Zhou Huimin should have finished her class and was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons with relish. When she saw him come out, she smiled and glanced at him.
"Boss, did you get enough sleep?" Rong Jiahui greeted in a baby voice.
(End of this chapter)