Zhou Yu greeted Old Chen, saying, "I heard you were at West Street Bar before, making He Xuan's lackeys howl in pain. Tonight, I need to trouble you again to block those hangers-on."
"Mr. Zhou, don't mention it. The young master pays me a hundred thousand a month; this work is a breeze for me."
Old Chen looked honest and simple, but he was anything but foolish.
He was definitely not an ordinary person.
Zhou Yu barely knew anything about him, just that he was a retired special forces soldier. He had always been by Huo Xingzhou's side, ensuring his safety. The only mishap was that car accident when Old Chen had been lured away.
"Your salary is really high."
Zhou Yu looked at him enviously, thinking even a driver could make a million a year.
Such an enviable job!
Old Chen proudly said, "The young master also got me commercial insurance, benefits for life. I could stop working for the rest of my life and still not starve."
"Impressive."
Zhou Yu gave him a thumbs up.
