Chapter 011: Hiring a Housekeeper and Meeting a Fan Who Asked for an Autograph
Leaving Lotus Television, Le Xiaotian headed straight for the talent recruitment market.
Before long, he found the booth he’d reserved last night at ten times the usual price. The recruitment area was tiny, a stark contrast to the larger spaces claimed by other companies nearby—just a small table and a shabby wooden chair. Beside it stood a pull-up banner displaying information for a nanny position, boasting an astoundingly high salary: thirty thousand a month plus commission.
In Beihai, the average white-collar salary hovered around ten thousand, with benefits included, and many earned even less. So, this nanny position offering thirty thousand plus commission immediately became the highlight of the market. Now, the whole area was surrounded by over a hundred people.
Seeing the crowd pressing together, Le Xiaotian had no choice but to call out, “Ladies, please make way, I need to get through.”
Instantly, the group of women responded with disdain, “Why are you pushing? Men aren’t wanted here, nor anyone ambiguous. The boss only wants unmarried women.”
His outburst even drew the attention of those nearby, faces filled with contempt. To squeeze into the midst of a crowd of women—clearly, he didn’t seem like a good person.
Le Xiaotian smiled helplessly and spread his hands. “If you won’t let me through, who’s going to do the recruiting?”
The women paused, then someone finally caught on. A wave of exclamations followed.
“Wow, this handsome guy is the boss!”
“Boss, are you recruiting girlfriends or nannies?”
“Yeah, if you’re hiring girlfriends, you can’t take more than a few. Is this job even safe?”
Le Xiaotian merely smiled, unfazed by their teasing. If he wanted women, would he need to recruit them? He was the nemesis of celebrities, after all.
Though young and unremarkable in appearance, his distinguished air and wealth made his image stand out instantly. Handsome!
So, the women parted of their own accord.
Approaching the small table, Le Xiaotian pulled out the chair and sat down, gesturing for the crowd to quiet down. Once he had subdued the excited chorus, he laid out further requirements for the position:
“I need to clarify the job expectations so you can consider for yourselves. Female, with refined features, presentable appearance, no bad habits, not over thirty and not under eighteen. No children, no time-consuming relationships, no other part-time jobs. Working hours are irregular, often late nights. Responsibilities include cooking, laundry, and housekeeping…”
As he spoke, many women’s faces darkened and they left. Indeed, money wasn’t so easy to earn.
Still, plenty of women met the criteria. Strictly speaking, Le Xiaotian’s demands were not exceedingly high.
After the first round, dozens of women withdrew. But seeing the large number still remaining, Le Xiaotian was surprised. So many candidates?
Hiring a nanny was simply a step toward marrying Su Yun sooner. With household chores off his plate, he’d have time to train physically and study various arts. Otherwise, his abilities were all from the system, not his own.
Le Xiaotian disliked being controlled by anyone, even by a system as extraordinary as this.
Without further thought, he surveyed the crowd. “Alright, please form a line. The recruitment officially begins.”
Once the line was set, he began selecting candidates—not, as he reminded himself, admiring beauties, but recruiting.
Before the first woman could speak, he said expressionlessly, “Next.”
The woman glanced down at her chest, which was ample. What was wrong?
“Is my figure not up to par?”
“Your attire isn’t modest enough. Next.”
The crowd was taken aback. He actually had such a requirement? Others often complained applicants were too conservative, especially since the workplace was a private home; yet he was dissatisfied.
When the second woman stepped forward, Le Xiaotian said, “Show me your fingers.”
He took her hand, frowned slightly. “Your nails aren’t clean enough. Next.”
As the second candidate left, his pace quickened.
“Too much makeup. Next.”
“Back not straight enough. Next.”
“Teeth not white enough. Next.”
“Too many bloodshot veins in your eyes. Next.”
“Too strong a perfume scent. Next.”
“Too many split ends in your hair. Next.”
“Oh, not bad—you stay.”
Listening to him point out minor flaws, the women blushed deeply. After all, so many were watching.
When a girl in jeans and a white T-shirt was chosen, the others had a standard to measure themselves by.
They quickly reassessed themselves, their mindset shifting at once.
The process proceeded rapidly. In the end, after half an hour, Le Xiaotian had recruited three nannies.
The first, Xiangxiang: female, twenty-three, single, good figure, long black hair, sweet tone.
The second, Xiaomei: female, twenty-four, single, good figure, cherry-red dyed hair, delicate features.
The third, Qiuyan: female, twenty-three, single, good figure, lively eyes.
After a few more detailed questions, Le Xiaotian finalized the three as his nannies.
Just as he was preparing to leave, an excited cry rang out, “Teacher Xiaotian!”
Instantly, the noisy recruitment event fell silent. Nearly a thousand people turned to look his way.
Seeing someone rush toward Le Xiaotian, everyone's attention was drawn.
Several people finally recognized him—he was the headline figure from the news these past two days: Le Xiaotian.
“Brother Xiaotian!”
“Teacher Xiaotian!”
“Ziyang!”
In a flash, the venue erupted into chaos.
Faced with the sudden loss of control, Le Xiaotian broke out in a cold sweat. Fame was indeed exhausting.
Le Xiaotian, the prodigious music genius who appeared out of nowhere.
He had released ten hit songs in one go, and with two more from last night’s program, a total of twelve masterpieces.
With the media’s exaggerated praise, he was depicted as a handsome, distinguished, mysterious genius.
Today, seeing him in person, how could the crowd not be ecstatic? After all, in the world of music fans, rationality vanished in a heartbeat.
“Brother Xiaotian is so handsome! I want your autograph!”
“Brother Xiaotian, play us a song!”
“Brother Xiaotian, I love you!”
“I love you! I love you!”
“I love you! I love you!”
The shouts grew more coordinated. Confronted with such a scene, Le Xiaotian felt a surge of nervousness. His decision to become a singer and host first had been exceedingly wise.
In the end, after much effort, he spent an hour signing autographs before escaping the venue.
He now had an initial understanding of the madness of celebrity worship.
However, even among a crowd of over a thousand, he felt no real anxiety. Had he underestimated himself?
Returning home, after briefing the three women, he began to focus on his training regimen and intensive music theory study.
The three nannies, meanwhile, were full of curiosity.
The room’s décor was warm and entirely feminine, but the apartment was also filled with fitness equipment and various musical instruments. What kind of boss was he, really?