City’s Best Divine Doctor
Chapter 920 - 0920: The Manor Recruits Staff

Chapter 920: Chapter 0920: The Manor Recruits Staff

The female employee at the recruitment agency took one look at Ye Qiu’s outfit and assumed he had just arrived in Chinatown.

In her eyes, this young man was definitely here looking for work.

Looking for a job?

Ye Qiu chuckled. Clearly, most people’s eyesight was lacking.

"I’m here to hire people,"

Ye Qiu said.

At that moment, the female employee realized she had been mistaken and looked a bit embarrassed.

Moreover, she now noticed the three beautiful women standing behind him. It was evident they were with this young man, and two of them were foreigners.

From the looks of it, this young man’s identity wasn’t simple.

"Sir, what kind of workers are you looking for?"

"Someone who can cook Huaxia dishes, hardworking and capable of doing all kinds of tasks, including physical labor."

Ye Qiu replied straightforwardly.

"Alright, let me take a look for you."

The female employee searched through the applicant files and quickly found quite a few.

Currently, there were many Chinese immigrants in Chinatown and Paris—some with legal residency and some staying illegally, hoping to secure a job to settle down in France.

In recent years, with the influx of international students in France, finding a job had become harder compared to the past.

"Sir, do you have any age restrictions for the workers? And what’s the salary range you’re offering?"

"No age restrictions. The salary will be close to what French workers earn."

"That works,"

she said.

The female staff immediately contacted about ten applicants who met Ye Qiu’s criteria, arranging for them to come in for him to assess. If they were suitable, he’d sign them on; if not, he’d pass.

Of course, employees with legal residency consistently commanded higher wages, while those without legal status earned much less. However, hiring illegal workers came with the risk of being discovered by France’s immigration authorities, which could lead to fines.

"Sir, if you hire those without legal status, their salary could be significantly lower. What do you think?"

This kind of deal?

Naturally, Zhou Wenting understood perfectly well. Some people from China came over on tourist visas, claiming they were here to travel, but when their visas expired, they didn’t return. Instead, they found odd jobs or stayed with relatives or friends, making time pass. Eventually, they might find a way to stay permanently in France—either by getting legal status or some other means.

If it was a young, attractive woman, it wasn’t uncommon for her to marry a man with French nationality. But for the majority who overstayed illegally, discovery by immigration could result in fines and deportation.

"As long as they’re not criminals, that’s fine."

Ye Qiu declared.

"They should all be good people,"

the female staff member assured him.

Many of these individuals ended up being hired by Chinatown restaurants, which paid them below the standard rate for legal workers. These establishments provided food and lodging, but the salary might only be two-thirds—or even half—of what a legal worker earned.

Still, earning two to three thousand Euros a month was far better than two to three thousand RMB back home. With free food and accommodation, one month of work here could equal a year’s wages in China. One year here was like ten back home, so of course, people were willing to stay.

Ye Qiu, Louise, Zhou Wenting, Helena, and the two bodyguards sat waiting while another staff member brought them tea.

"Sir, where are you planning to have them work?"

"Wenting, you tell her."

When Zhou Wenting revealed the location, the female staff member was surprised. At first, she assumed the jobs were in Paris—but it turned out they were in a small French village and a vineyard.

Given the circumstances, for illegal immigrants, working in a vineyard in the countryside was much safer than staying in Paris.

About half an hour later, the staff member had contacted all the applicants, and they had arrived. However, it was evident that things weren’t going well for these people.

Fear of the future, fear of getting caught by French immigration, or other personal reasons—all of it showed in their expressions.

But hearing that a Chinese boss was looking to hire them, they rushed over without hesitation.

What kind of people were they? Ye Qiu only needed one look to assess them.

The first was a woman in her forties, who looked like she came from Southern China. Beside her stood a man in his fifties, likely her husband.

This elderly couple had come all the way to France for work—this alone wasn’t an easy feat.

"Are you Chinese immigrants or overseas Chinese?"

"Boss, we just arrived. Family back home said the pay is better here,"

the middle-aged man replied.

"What kind of work can you do?"

"Boss, we can do it all—cooking, cleaning, taking care of kids, hard labor—you name it."

The man answered quickly.

Ye Qiu didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he turned his attention to the others—both men and women, all aged between thirty and forty.

Ye Qiu had a knack for reading faces. He could immediately tell if someone was honest, hardworking, and reliable or if they were slippery and crafty—the latter being precisely the type he wouldn’t hire, no matter how much they were willing to work for.

"You, and you—all of you. I’ll take you."

Ye Qiu said.

The others, seeing that Ye Qiu didn’t select them, immediately tried to plead with him.

Ye Qiu simply shook his head.

"The salary will be between two thousand and three thousand Euros, depending on specifics. My housekeeper will talk to you about the details later."

"Also, I assume none of you know how to take the high-speed train, so gather here tonight, and I’ll arrange a car to take you."

"Boss, it’s not in Paris?"

"No, it’s at a vineyard. If you want to go, you can. If not, that’s fine too."

"We’re willing! Of course, we’re willing!"

At this moment, these people thought that this young man was probably some rich second-generation heir from China. Otherwise, how could he own a vineyard in France?

Naturally, to them, this was ideal. At least they would have a boss who spoke their language, not some French employer.

"Alright, then. Go get your things, and I’ll have someone take you there."

Ye Qiu ended up hiring eight workers in total. Besides the elderly couple, there were six more—two men and four women—all of them determined to stay and work in France.

Each of these eight people had already paid a referral fee to the recruitment agency, and now Ye Qiu had to pay an additional 200 Euros per person.

This meant the agency earned at least 400 Euros per person in referral fees.

"Boss, aren’t you going to sign contracts with them?"

"Doesn’t matter whether we sign or not."

In fact, it was the workers themselves who feared signing any so-called contracts.

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