The Luckiest Dumb Doctor - Chapter 256
Chapter 256: Chapter 256: Found a Treasure_1
That evening, Greg Jensen gave Vince Cooper a call to tell him he wouldn’t be coming back that night, then settled down in the Imperial Vista community.
The softness of the big bed, coupled with the gentle river breeze blowing in from the half-open balcony, made for an exceptionally comfortable sleep.
Upon waking up in the morning and seeing the misty river view enveloped by clouds, his mood improved considerably.
However, the spacious house felt somewhat empty and desolate with only Greg living in it, lacking a bit of liveliness.
Standing in the living room and zoning out for a while, Greg thought about the sizeable area he had to clean by himself and felt his scalp tingle at the prospect.
“I’ll hire an auntie,” he muttered to himself.
After a simple breakfast, Greg drove to the job market.
Typically, to hire a cleaning lady, one would go to a domestic service agency, but those places mostly had older women.
Greg felt that hiring a woman much older than himself would severely affect his mood, so he decided to check out the job market instead.
Jamae being a prefecture-level city, its job market was quite large, and since today was Sunday, it was especially crowded.
Greg wandered around the place without any clue and eventually ended up at the management office, where he rented a small table and put up a recruitment sign, then sat down and started playing a mobile game.
Soon, there were a few resumes placed on his table.
Greg put down his phone and started looking through the resumes.
After reviewing several, he couldn’t help but laugh silently, inwardly lamenting how ambitious these college graduates were, wanting to apply for department heads or even manager positions straight after graduating.
Some of them, full of themselves, proudly included their student council experiences as if these were equivalent to actual work experience.
Little did they know that the truly excellent individuals had already started their own businesses or internships during university—who cares about being part of a student council?
The so-called organizational skills were nothing more than calling a meeting, giving a pretentious listening to opinions, and then making decisions on their own.
Essentially, if you don’t listen to me, I’ll kick you out of the student council.
Is this domineering leadership really what one calls organizational ability?
It was nothing more than brandishing authority they held in their hands to show off power.
Seeing such entries, Greg simply tossed them aside, not even interested in continuing to look further.
In the end, there wasn’t a single resume for a cleaning lady.
But then again, why would a cleaning lady bother submitting a resume?
Greg thought he was being absurdly naive and was about to get up and leave when he saw a young woman standing near the table.
The woman looked to be in her twenties, probably a recent graduate, with a delicate appearance, dressed in professional attire, and wearing a pair of black-framed glasses.
She glanced over the resumes on the table, then at Greg, and asked indifferently, “What kind of position are you looking to fill?”
“I’m looking for a cleaning lady,” replied Greg, assuming the woman was applying for a managerial role or something similar and didn’t want to engage in much conversation, so he responded casually.
To his surprise, the woman became interested upon learning he was searching for a cleaning lady and asked, “What about a life assistant?”
“Life assistant?”
Greg was taken aback and couldn’t help but size up the woman’s figure.
The woman’s expression cooled, and she stated calmly, “The life assistance I’m referring to does not include that kind of support; please show some respect.”
Greg couldn’t help but smile and asked, “Then what can you do?”
The woman adjusted her black-framed glasses and answered earnestly, “Laundry, cooking, serving tea and water—anything you can think of regarding housework, I can do.
If necessary, I can also help with business matters.”
“You can do laundry and cook as well?”
Greg Jensen looked at the woman dressed in white-collar attire and couldn’t help but feel a bit surprised.
The woman said seriously, “I have a Level Two cooking certificate, specializing in Jing-Lu and Northeastern cuisine, as well as some Sichuan cuisine.
I also have a Senior Image Design Qualification Certificate, a Senior Nutritionist Certification, a Senior Tea Artist Certificate…”
As she spoke, she took out one certificate after another from her bag and placed them on the table.
When Greg saw this, he was completely astounded. If it wasn’t for the fact that the woman in front of him was only around 165 cm tall, he might have mistaken her for Jophia Locke in disguise, here for the job interview.
He thought Jophia Locke alone was surprising enough, but the woman in front of him seemed to have even more skills than Jophia.
Goodness, are life assistants this competitive now?
“Oh, yes, I also have a B1 driving license, and if needed, I can take the tests for A2 and A1, although I need to wait two more years to be eligible due to my driving experience,” she added.
“No need, this is more than enough,” Greg said quickly, waving his hand. He glanced at the certificates again and couldn’t help but ask, “May I ask why you wanted to learn so much?”
“My father used to tell me, ‘Having many skills doesn’t weigh one down.’ I thought it made sense, so I took the time to learn a few things,” she replied.
The woman looked down at the certificates on the table, her eyes revealing a sense of reminiscence. Then, as if suddenly snapping back to reality, she looked up and added:
“Oh, I also have a Master’s degree in Business Management. If needed, I can also help with some business matters.”
Greg nodded, then asked again, “I’m a bit curious. With such qualifications, why do you want to apply for the position of a personal assistant?”
The woman seemed slightly uneasy, took a deep breath, and said calmly, “I have mild social anxiety, so I don’t really fit in at a corporate position.
Communicating and dealing with too many people makes me feel restless and unable to fully engage in my work.”
Greg had an epiphany and said teasingly, “It shows, since from our conversation up to now, you haven’t even told me your name.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot,” the woman said.
A rare flush of red appeared on her face as she said, “My name is Trey Holmes, I’m 24 years old, and I only have my grandmother at home.”
Her father had passed away early, she was introverted, not very sociable, but her skills were top-notch…
In Greg’s mind, Trey Holmes was the perfect fit for a personal assistant.
It’s not the talkative ones that bosses fear, but rather those assistants who talk too much.
And Trey’s capabilities were indeed strong. Saying she was “fierce” would not be an exaggeration.
“Do you have any salary expectations?” Greg asked.
A hint of joy flashed across Trey’s face, and then with some uncertainty, she said, “Would six thousand a month be okay?”
“Six thousand?” Greg was taken aback.
Trey hurriedly added, “Is that too much? I can accept less.”
Greg couldn’t help but laugh, saying, “How about this? I’ll start you at eight thousand a month, and if things go well, I’ll give you a bonus. Does that sound good?”
Upon hearing his response, Trey finally smiled happily, gathered up all the certificates from the table, and said with a smile:
“Boss, shall we go?”
“Yes.”
Greg also smiled, stood up, and walked outside with her.
He was originally just looking for a housekeeper, but unexpectedly he had stumbled upon a treasure. Trey Holmes was much more useful than any cleaning lady.
