"Thirty thousand!!!" At the mention of the salary Xia Liu offered, Ye Ming's cup almost slipped from his grasp.
Not only was there thirty thousand, but if profits were good, there would be a bonus at the end of the month—this boss was definitely a paragon of virtue.
"Yes, I might not have time to manage the hotel in the future. You have been the manager here for three years, Sister Fang trusts you, and so do I."
Xia Liu nodded, having just checked this guy's information on the computer.
Forty years old this year, owning an apartment in the county town, his wife working as a floor manager in the hotel, with two sons.
The eldest son was studying abroad, the younger one was in high school, and he was honest, straightforward, with a fair amount of experience.
How could Xia Liu let talent like this slip away? Of course, he wouldn't go, because he needed this job to deal with life's challenges.
"Thank you, Chairman, thank you, Chairman!" Ye Ming didn't know what else to say.
