Chapter 67: Private Chef Wang Sheng

Chapter 67: Private Chef Wang Sheng

Diao Jun certainly had a very good memory; he remembered the name Jiang Jingqi from the electronic document he had seen the previous night.

He and Zhou Tian racked their brains to find her TikTok account, making comments and critiquing the videos posted there.

"Not bad at all, her figure and temperament are simply stunning!"

"Oh, a Beijinger? No wonder she wanted to stay there temporarily—premeditated, I knew it!"

"Premeditated what? What premeditation? It's all for the sake of our career!"

"Heh, I totally believe that."

Accompanied by the banter between the brothers, the train arrived in the capital. The hotel had arranged two Mercedes-Benz business vans to pick them up and bring them straight to the hotel.

Aside from Gao Yun, everyone else immediately busied themselves, beginning to compile and filter through the two alternative locations provided by real estate agencies and friends, resulting in endless discussion and bickering.

"Hey guys, the location of this villa looks pretty good, there's a gym right nearby, but the interior design style seems a bit..."

"Yeah, if you already know that, why even bring it up? I certainly don't want to live in such a bizarre building; I'd have nightmares. Let's look at something else!"

"How about we buy a larger villa and build the training facility right inside it? What do you think?"

"Luo, your idea is great, but it's not very realistic. The boss's requirements for a training ground are extraordinary. Just the strength equipment, cardio machines, and functional rubber flooring alone require at least five hundred square meters to suffice. Add in the swimming pool, combat zone, and rehabilitation area with all those recovery devices, and we're looking at a total of seven hundred square meters."

"Secondly, the ceiling height of the building needs to be over three meters, otherwise working out in it will feel oppressive and cramped."

"Lastly, our numbers are growing. Right now there are eight of us, plus two nannies and two newly arrived photographers and copywriters, which makes twelve people. We need to house twelve people and add a gym on top of that? Where on earth are we going to find a villa like that? How much would it cost to buy it?"

"Where there's a will, there's a way. If we put in some effort, we'll find one. A friend just introduced one to me. I looked at the videos and photos, and I think it quite fits the standards. Who wants to come with me to take a look?"

"Let's go, I'll go with you."

Zhou Tian, Thomas, and Luo Du went together to the West District to view the property, while the rest of the team continued comparing and filtering options. Diao Jun, on the other hand, made phone calls to handle matters related to interviewing and hiring studio personnel.

"In the capital? Report directly to Boya Hotel tomorrow to start work. One month probation period, monthly salary of twenty-six thousand. Any problems?"

"You can? Then arrive at eight-thirty, and work starts the moment you get here."

...

Gao Yun couldn't care less about all that; he returned to his suite to rest.

The training venue and accommodation were left for them to filter through so he could make the final choice. If a recruited candidate wasn't qualified, they would just be fired and someone else hired. Since he had people working under him, doing everything himself while letting them sit idle would make him a total fool.

Therefore, following his original plan, he decided to visit his teacher first. He called Li Xiaoxi to inform him that he had already arrived in Beijing, and the voice on the other end of the line sounded very happy.

"Hahaha, good, very good! Tonight, let's go to Dadong, my treat for roast duck!"

Gao Yun laughed as well, "Deal, I actually haven't had authentic roast duck before. What time are we going?"

"Five-thirty, see you at Dadong!"

"By the way, I noticed you've been quite popular lately!"

Although Li Xiaoxi was a bit older, as a professor at Peking University, he naturally kept up with the times. He also had TikTok installed, though he didn't watch it often. When he occasionally scrolled through, the accounts he followed were mostly his students, colleagues, and a few psychology bloggers.

Sometimes, in a moment of whim, he would study the videos published and liked by his students, and with their permission, he would bring them into the lecture hall to analyze the students' personalities on the spot for demonstration and teaching.

He found out about Gao Yun's soaring popularity because one of the selected lucky students had liked every single episode of his *Trainee* series of videos.

"You're famous all the way to Peking University now. I even have students who are your fans!"

Gao Yun laughed out loud, "Then didn't you tell them that I'm your student too?"

Whenever this was brought up, Li Xiaoxi would get quite annoyed, anger welling up inside him: "Could I not mention it? I said, 'Gao Yun, you know, he's actually your senior fellow apprentice. When I taught him psychology, you guys hadn't even set foot on the Peking University campus yet.' And you know what? They actually didn't believe me, forcing me to open your WeChat Moments on my phone before they finally believed it."

And it was hardly surprising. A Peking University professor and an internet celebrity from Huludao—two completely unrelated figures. Who would have ever imagined that the two of them would meet and become acquainted on the internet under such circumstances?

Gao Yun found it quite amusing, chuckling without a word.

Li Xiaoxi said, "I'll call a few students over in a bit to slap them in the face again! Has your team followed you there? Have you figured out what you specifically want to do during this trip to Beijing?"

"They came along, and two friends tagged along as well. We plan to stay in the capital for a while and continue doing self-media work."

"Good, bring them all along. Let's have dinner together."

"You got it!"

After hanging up the phone and checking the time to find he had two hours left, Gao Yun walked over to the opposite suite to inform the group—who were still in negotiations—that there was a dinner gathering tonight. Noticing that three people were missing, he made another call to notify Zhou Tian, telling them to return and rendezvous before five o'clock.

Zhou Tian was in high spirits: "Awesome! I've been wanting to go to Dadong Roast Duck for ages; I finally get to eat it this time. Plus, I've got great news: the villa we just looked at has fantastic conditions."

"The villa is two thousand square meters, with ten bedrooms, four living rooms, and six bathrooms, plus a three-thousand-square-meter garden. With a few minor modifications, it'll be more than enough to accommodate both the gym and living space for all twelve of us. We won't have to run back and forth between the training ground and the accommodation."

Gao Yun grew interested, "That's pretty good. Which ring road is it on? How much?"

"East Second Ring Road, two hundred million, but there's still room for negotiation. The owner is in urgent need of money."

"Alright, we'll talk when you guys get back. If everyone thinks it's good, we'll all go take a look tomorrow."

Subsequently, Gao Yun called Thomas, Clayton, and Luo Du, and the four of them headed to the hotel gym for their daily workout.

"The opportunity is here!"

Seeing this, Wang Sheng immediately picked up the room phone and dialed the private butler button provided by the hotel.

A young female voice replied, crisp and pleasant: "Hello, Mr. Gao. How may I help you?"

Wang Sheng coughed to clear his throat, speaking unhurriedly: "I am Mr. Gao Yun's private chef. I wonder if anyone mentioned to you when booking the hotel that my boss does not eat hotel food and only eats meals prepared by me?"

"..."

Even as a well-traveled female butler of a five-star hotel, she was momentarily stunned into silence. What on earth? A private chef? What kind of person was this Gao Yun? Which country's president was he?

"...Well, I am truly sorry, but we really weren't aware of this information."

"Mm."

Wang Sheng acted as though he had expected this all along. Gao Yun hadn't made any specific demands regarding diet and training for this trip—he probably wanted to wait until his residence and venue were settled before returning to his usual routine. But as a subordinate, one had to have subjective initiative and actively think ahead to share the boss's worries and solve his problems!

Otherwise, why would they hire so many people? And how could he get a raise?!

"My boss is going to work out now, and in an hour, he needs to eat the nutritional meal I prepared. So I plan to borrow your kitchen. Is there any problem with that?"

Holy cow!

The female butler clicked her tongue in secret, thinking that this guy had way too much airs and graces. He wouldn't eat a five-star hotel's food, insisting instead on a private chef's cooking? And what was this about a nutritional meal? His stomach was sure delicate!

Though she thought this way, her tone didn't betray a hint of it as she enthusiastically replied: "No, no problem at all! I'll arrange it for you right away, and I'll be at your room in a minute to guide you to the back kitchen."

"Alright, sorry for the trouble."

"Not at all, relieving your worries is my duty."

"Thanks to 'Wine 9 Red' for the tip!"

(End of this chapter)