"Mr. Lin Chu?"
"Please come in. Sir is waiting for you in the tea room."
She invited him in politely and warmly. Lin Chu smiled, nodded at her, exchanged a few pleasantries, and followed her inside.
He casually sent Zhang Peng a message.
"Peng, a butler, a Filipino maid—get on it. Ask that real estate agent."
Zhang Peng: "You got it! I'll ask right now."
Lin Chu still felt a bit of cultural dissonance when it came to the "comb-up woman." While he found the tradition impressive, the ideal of equality was ingrained in his very bones. The thought of having such a "servant" made him feel awkward. He decided to stick with the market economy—time to hire a Filipino maid. After all, that kind of domestic help was very common and well-established in Xiangjiang.
This house was even larger than Villa 108, but more people lived here.
In the courtyard, an old man in a wheelchair was sunbathing. A Filipino maid was massaging his legs.
