My Wife, The Ice Queen President

“Still going on about Meimei, look at you all love-sick.” Ye Xiong almost got goosebumps, not long had passed, and the two of them were already this close.

“I used to call her that when we were little,” Wang Tong explained.

“When you were young?”

“The first time I saw her, I felt she looked familiar. After chatting, it turned out that we grew up in the same village and lived next door to each other. Back then, she always had a runny nose and followed me around like a little shadow.”

Talking about the past, Wang Tong got animated, speaking with fervor and excitement.

“Later on, her dad made some money and they moved back to the city. We never saw each other again after that.”

“That’s some melodramatic plot, but the fact that you’ve met again means you still have a chance to reignite the old flame,” Ye Xiong said.

“It’s just a pity she’s now Du Yuehua’s secretary, with a monthly salary over ten thousand, while I’m just an unemployed guy living in a crumbling mud house, not worthy of her at all,” Wang Tong said, his face showing a hint of sadness.

“Don’t sell yourself short. So what if her salary is over ten thousand? You’ll be earning fifty thousand a month!” Ye Xiong said seriously.

“Brother Xiong, stop joking. I’d be over the moon to earn even five thousand a month.”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” Ye Xiong pointed to his serious face and said earnestly, “Comrade Wang Tong, as the general manager of Mingyang International Hotel, I’m formally hiring you with a monthly salary of fifty thousand. Do you accept?”

“You’ve taken over Mingyang International? How is that possible?” Wang Tong’s eyes widened in disbelief, hardly trusting his ears.

“The contract is signed, what’s there to doubt?” Ye Xiong waved the contract in his hand, smiling, “You just need to tell me whether you accept or not.”

“Only a fool would not accept.”

Wang Tong took the contract and read it over. His joyous face soon turned to worry.

“Brother Xiong, this is a hot potato. The hotel needs to start making a profit in three months, is that even possible?”

Ever since the owner of Mingyang International had died, the hotel had been losing money, with Du Yuehua losing hundreds of thousands every month. Wang Tong worried that Ye Xiong’s one million would go down the drain as well.

“That’s for me to worry about. You just focus on getting your salary,” Ye Xiong patted his head and said, “Put in the effort to win over Lu Mei, and after you get married, Brother Xiong will give you a big fat red envelope.”

“Brother Xiong, I’ll definitely try my best,” Wang Tong nodded firmly.

Afterward, Du Yuehua gathered the staff of Mingyang Hotel for a meeting.

From the senior management to the dishwashers and waiters, fewer than fifty people were left. For a large hotel that combined dining and entertainment, a few hundred staff were needed to be fully staffed, which showed just how slim the current team was.

In effect, the hotel was practically defunct, with everyone just biding their time.

Then, Du Yuehua announced that the hotel’s management would be taken over by Ye Xiong.

The people in attendance merely glanced at Ye Xiong before looking away as if they saw nothing.

Over the past half a year, the hotel had seen a revolving door of general managers—no fewer than eight or ten had come and gone, with none lasting more than a month before leaving on their own. Consequently, the remaining staff had become numb to the changes.

“Now, our newly appointed hotel general manager, Ye Xiong, will give a speech. Let’s give him a round of applause,” Du Yuehua called out.

Clap… clap…

A few listless claps trickled in from the crowd, devoid of any enthusiasm.

Ye Xiong glanced over the dispirited staff and a sense of familiarity surged within him.

Back when he was an instructor for Dragon Soul, dealing with a fresh batch of recruits was much tougher than handling this lot, yet they still ended up respecting and following his orders.

Those special forces soldiers were the toughest from across all the provinces of Huaxia Country, yet even they were disciplined firmly by Ye Xiong, who demanded absolute obedience.

Ye Xiong stepped up to the podium, looked at the few dozen spiritless people below, and began his speech.

“Hello everyone, my name is Ye Xiong, and from now on, I’ll be your general manager. I’m a simple man with one requirement: absolute obedience. Now, everyone, let’s chant together, ‘President Ye is great, one, two, three, begin!’”

“President Ye, hello!”

A smattering of voices rang out, less than half of the people spoke up.

“You, and you, and you… all stand out.”

Ye Xiong walked into the crowd, pointing out those who had spoken up without missing a single one, then said, “The rest of you, go to finance and settle your accounts, you good-for-nothings.”

This declaration sent those who hadn’t chanted the slogan into a panic. Although the wages here weren’t much, the job was comfortable. No need to work hard, just coast through the day—who would want to leave?

“President Ye, I did chant the slogan just now!” a security guard said anxiously.

“Chant my sister, do you think I’m blind?” Ye Xiong slapped the back of his head.

Scared by the outburst, the security guard didn’t dare to make another peep.

The remaining people didn’t dare to make a sound either, but they couldn’t understand how this guy managed to sift out each person accurately when dozens were chanting the slogan together.

“Don’t say I don’t give you guys a chance, chant the slogan one more time. Whoever doesn’t, get lost.” Ye Xiong stood with his hands behind his back, like a high-ranking official inspecting the troops, and loudly said, “Chant!”

“President Ye, hello.”

“Chant again.”

“President Ye, hello.”

“President Ye is handsome!” Ye Xiong led the chant.

“President Ye is handsome!”

“President Ye, hello, President Ye is handsome, President Ye is the best.”

“President Ye, hello, President Ye is handsome, President Ye is the best.”

Ye Xiong walked among the crowd, feeling incredibly pleased with himself. Being a general manager felt so awesome!

Du Yuehua standing beside him could barely bear to watch.

She had never met a man so shameless in her life. If it wasn’t for the fact that Ye Xiong had just taken office and she wanted to give him some face, she would have turned and walked away long ago.

Just then, a group of burly men stormed in from outside, looking menacing and clearly up to no good.

The leader was a man with short hair, sporting a thumb-thick chain around his neck and large gold teeth in his mouth.

By his side, a wide-mouthed man Niu Deng stood to his left, and Scarface stood to his right. With this entourage alone, the man’s identity was apparent.

This man was certainly Lu Bao, the number one tough of He Donghao, a hanger-on of the He Family and the leader of the XiBei Guild.

“Quite the presence!” Lu Bao’s gaze fell on Ye Xiong, filled with provocation.

“Oh no, I just manage dozens of people, where can I compare to you, managing dozens of dogs so impressively?” Ye Xiong’s gaze swept over the dozens of people behind him, hitting back hard.

“Fuck, who are you calling dogs.”

“You little punk, never died before.”

“Beat him so bad his own mother won’t recognize him.”

“Never seen someone so arrogant.”

A gang of hoodlums made an uproar, all roaring in anger, yet unfortunately, not one dared to lay a hand.

After all, two of Lu Bao’s underlings, Niu Deng and Scarface, had been beaten to a pulp by Ye Xiong, without the ability to even fight back.

“I am just that arrogant, don’t like it, come hit me!”

Ye Xiong pulled a ballpoint pen from his pocket, clamped it in his mouth, and pretended to smoke it.