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"Mr., have you calculated it? How much money did we make today?" The noise and excitement during the day had faded. Several relatives who helped left the store after dinner. Xie Decui was impatient to ask Zhang Xiaojun to account and count the income since the opening today.

"Mom, don't panic, I'm calculating!" Although Zhang Xiaojun planned to follow the "Sao Zeng Mi Fan", due to insufficient capital, he did not purchase a cash register worth several thousand yuan per unit. He used manual collection. He still needs to calculate the amount of income he had a day of one or two yuan slowly.

"Twenty-five-one, forty-five-twenty..." With Jiang Mei's help, more than ten minutes later, the couple finally counted a large stack of small receipts with varying face value in their hands. "Meimei, do you have a lot of them?" Zhang Xiaojun couldn't wait to ask Jiang Mei.

"Two hundred and eighteen!" Jiang Mei said calmly.

"What, it's only more than two hundred?" Zhang Xiaojun widened his eyes and his voice suddenly rose. "Did you count the wrong number? I see that your stack of money is more than me, why is it only more than two hundred?"

"If you don't believe me, just count it yourself!" Jiang Mei had a cold face and stuffed a pile of one or two pieces, five or ten pieces in her hand into Zhang Xiaojun's hands.

"Junwa, how many do you have in your hands?" Xie Decui, who was standing beside him, could no longer wait for Zhang Xiaojun to check it out, and said anxiously.

"Only one hundred and eighty-one!" Zhang Xiaojun said with a bitter face, but he did not have the urge to count again.

"Meimei has 218, plus your 181. So, our turnover today is only 399, not even 400 yuan?" Xie Decui's face also collapsed, looking unbelievable.

"399,399... Meimei, you said, Wang Jichang's gross income a day is about 2,000 yuan, and we only have 400 yuan today, less than one-fifth of the other person's. How could this happen? How could this happen?" Zhang Xiaojun murmured to himself, his expression exactly like his mother, and his face was full of shock and incredible.

"Junewoo, today is the first day of opening. It is logical that the business should be very good, but it is only 400 yuan. What would happen like this? The gross income of 400 yuan is cut off (extracted) 200. Although the salary of the four waiters is not as high as that of Wang Jichang, they also offer 300 yuan a day. With three meals a day, at least one employee will have to pay 15 yuan, and four will have to pay 60 yuan. The rent is 1,88 per month, 60 yuan a day, which adds up to 320 yuan. 400 yuan to 320 yuan, and only 80 yuan is left. This is the only three of us who work here (working). It is only 80 yuan! You and Meimei used to kill the level of the market, and when the business is good, they are not only 80 yuan! My God, what should we do if the business is like this? We have a lot of debts to repay the debt!" Xie Decui began to beat his chest and stamp his feet, and howled in a sarcasm.

Zhang Xiaojun was red and his thoughts were confused. His poor performance at the opening of today gave him a bad estimate of today's revenue. The "Zeng Sao Rice Noodles" flagship store was crowded with people and a difficult-to-see grand occasion, but what about his "Jiang Jie Mi Noodles"? I won't talk about the non-peak hours. Even during the peak hours of morning rush hour and afternoon rush hour, the attendance rate of "Jiang Jie Mi Noodles" was only 60% or 70%, less than 80%! Such a scene that was like the two extremes of ice and fire as "Zeng Sao Rice Noodles" made Zhang Xiaojun dare not overestimate his own turnover.

But no matter how overestimated it, in his estimate, it should be about five or six hundred, right? Wang Jichang's revenue per day is more than 2,000, his store area is similar to that of the other party's flagship store, and the tables in the store are no less than that of the other party. Today's business, no matter how bad it is, there should be one quarter of the other party? The other party has two thousand, and even one quarter of it should be 500 yuan! But his mother is only 399, less than 400!

How is this possible?

400 yuan, according to his mother's algorithm just now, his family of three worked hard, from morning to night, and only earned his mother seventy or eighty yuan, less than 100 yuan! This is a fucking trick!

Not right! There must be something wrong here!

"Mom, Meimei, I think there is something wrong here. Today's business is nothing compared to Wang Jichang's turtle son. But although our two peak periods were not full, I saw that there was an attendance rate of about 60 or 70%. The pricing of our rice noodles was also followed by Wang Jichang's turtle son, both of which cost two yuan and two taels. Logically speaking, the total income should not be so small, and it should be 500 yuan at all?" Zhang Xiaojun frowned and expressed his doubts with a serious look on his face.

When Zhang Xiaojun reminded this, Xie Decui immediately fell into deep thought. After a minute, he slapped his thighs and looked up at his son, but saw that his son was also looking at him at this time. The mother and son looked at each other as if they were in a heart-to-heart relationship, and they were shocked, obviously thinking about it together.

"Mom, do you think it's possible that it's Sister Dong--" Zhang Xiaojun said tentatively, "My sister Dong in his mouth was one of his cousins, and was called to the store for help by Xie Decui. In fact, the four waitresses in Zhang Xiaojun's store, either cousins ​​or cousins, were all family members, and were arranged by his mother Xie Decui. According to Zhang Xiaojun's wishes, he originally planned to learn from Wang Jichang and recruit two or three beautiful little girls to the store as a storefront. However, Xie Decui said that the current financial situation is tight and relatives are easy to talk to, so he should use relatives for a while before talking about it. Today, the new store opened, and the family of three learned the style of Wang Jichang's family when the "Zengsao Mi Noodles" was opened, and they were busy to welcome and see the guests. They were completely overwhelmed, so Zhang Xiaojun asked his cousin Dong to help him collect the account for the day.

Jiang Mei sat next to her, silent and watched her husband and mother-in-law coldly. She was not surprised by the operating income of her own rice noodle shop that didn't even have 400 yuan today - the taste was not as good as others, the location was not as good as others, and the dining environment was not as warm and superior as others. The fame was even worse than others. What's ridiculous is that the price was the same as others' reservations. It was really strange that the business could get better! Jiang Mei didn't look at the rice noodle shop opened by her husband from beginning to end. She argued with her husband countless times and quarreled countless times. However, facing Zhang Xiaojun, who was determined to open a rice noodle shop, her words did not play any role, but had a lot of counter-effects, which made Zhang Xiaojun and her mother firmly believe that they should "fight for a breath, and the Buddha receives a stick of incense", and not turn back without hitting the wall.

She originally planned not to say anything, because she had already said what she should have said, and it would be useless to say more. She tried to make her husband and mother-in-law dislike her and said that she was turning her arm outward.

However, seeing that these two people began to doubt their hardworking, down-to-earth, honest and honest. Every time it was busy farming, they would come to help them harvest grain and thresh. Without any complaints, Jiang Mei could no longer help but persuade: "Xiaojun, Cousin Dong has always been a very good person, don't doubt it."

"What do you know about people, but not your heart?" Before Zhang Xiaojun spoke, Xie Decui glared at his wife who "took her arm outward", a little unhappy.

"Child! I haven't seen someone who can be truly honest in front of money!" Zhang Xiaojun snorted coldly, looked at Jiang Mei with contempt, and continued to speak, "Is your mother honest? When Zheng Xiaosan angrily threw down sixty 'dead brains' in front of you, the 'honest' father, was your mother honest? Hum?"

Jiang Mei was stunned. Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiaojun mentioned this old thing that had been several years ago again. She was so angry that she trembled all over. She suddenly stood up from the bench, pointed her finger at Zhang Xiaojun's face with a trembling voice and said in a crying voice:

"Zhang Xiaojun, I admit that this is something that my old man did wrong. But so many years have passed. Apart from the day of marriage, you have never been to my house again. You have seen my parents. They have suffered the consequences of being greedy for money and loving money! But why do you have to pay off this bad debt again and again to insult the two father-in-law and mother-in-law who you have never called out?"

Seeing that Jiang Mei was so angry that her face turned pale and tears rolled, Xie Decui immediately slapped his son with his palm, pretending to be unhappy and said, "Junjun, the matter will be over. What else do you say about Chen Guzi's scattered things?" Xie Decui turned his face to Jiang Mei again and said with a smile, "Meimei, the military army is also unintentional. Don't be as knowledgeable as him."

Jiang Mei wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, and without saying a word, she left the rice noodle shop, pushed the bicycle shelves at the door of the store, and walked on the way home.

After Jiang Mei walked away, Xie Decui looked at her son with a look of grudge and complained: "So are you! You know she can't stand your words and say the two 'old and immortal' people, what else do you say?!"

Zhang Xiaojun turned his head to one side, with a dark face and did not speak.

Xie Decui also said: "Today's business is actually not very bad. Although the store was not full in the morning and at noon, I saw it and still sat down for seven or eight. Our price is the same as Wang Jichang, which is two yuan and two taels. 399. Even if 400 is good, how many is it? Two hundred bowls! I don't believe that we only sold 200 bowls a day today! It must be Dong Fang's dead girl's nest (secret) that must be rich! I just don't know that the dead girl's nest (secret) is a lot. You will collect the money tomorrow, or I will collect it. I don't believe that our big store is as big as the decoration or the location is not much worse than Wang Jichang, and we will sell this little money in one day!" Xie Decui looked indignant.

"Oh, that's all. I'll collect the money in person tomorrow. If our income is more than 400 tomorrow, Mom, I'll say hello to you first. Don't blame my relatives for not accepting you!" Zhang Xiaojun sighed, and his divine eyes became fierce and cruel.
Chapter completed!