The shops on the street usually have their own fixed purchase channels. They only replenish some of the goods that are not on the shelves. We can't do much business in a day. We then turned our sales target to the big supermarkets. At that time, supermarkets had just risen in the mainland, and they were all very bad-tempered. They would never pay first before restocking. They would pay after the goods were sold out, but it was common for them to not pay after the goods were sold out. We didn't dare to ask too much when we went to pay the bill. After asking a few more questions, they immediately asked us to take away the remaining goods (they wouldn't sell them). I remember that there was a supermarket that was converted from a state-owned grain and oil store. The staff inside was as arrogant as an old man. Once, I went to pay with another clerk and wanted to find a 30-year-old man in charge to sign. He ignored me and didn't say whether it was okay or not. He made me wait there for more than two hours. My legs were really sore from standing (there was nothing to sit on), so I went up to him and asked him again. He looked at me with contempt as if he was looking at a beggar. I had never been insulted by such a look. I was so angry that my blood vessels were about to explode. I wanted to find something to smash him to death. Of course, this is just what I think. It's impossible to do this. I couldn't let my temper take its course. I had to work hard to overcome the discomfort caused by the sudden change in my way of survival at this awkward age. He was the one who chose to work for a living, so he had to be able to withstand all the unfair treatment. When he met such a despicable person, Jun would personally pay the bill that day. Would that arrogant guy take Jun seriously?
Although it was not easy to be a waiter, it was not necessarily easy to be a boss. It could even be said that being a waiter was more comfortable. The shop assistant didn't have to worry about whether the shop was making money or not. Of course, he also hoped to make money, but losing money had nothing to do with the shop assistant. At most, he would just leave. Every evening when the shop was closed, the staff didn't have to worry anymore. They either went out for a walk or brought a few bottles of beer back to the dormitory. They would drink while watching TV and sleep when they were tired. Nothing would happen unless Jun called. Jun was not as relaxed as his buddies. It was raining heavily in the middle of the night. He was worried that the rain would blow into the warehouse and wet the packaging of the goods. He called the dormitory and said that the rain was too heavy for him to come over. He asked me to take the staff to check the warehouse. My buddies and I went to the storeroom to block the door crack and were about to lock the door and return to the dormitory. At this time, I saw Jun driving over again (20 kilometers away). He said that he couldn't sleep at home, so he might as well rush over to take a look. Although it was already two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, the guys could still fall asleep when they returned to the dormitory. The next day, they woke up full of energy and went to work. However, Jun couldn't sleep. He had to worry about whether the drinks with wet packaging could still be sold. He had used a lot of silver to buy these goods. If he couldn't sell them, it would be a loss of silver in his pocket.
Not long after I came to the shop, I realized that sometimes during business hours, the two employees would mysteriously go out for a few hours. I asked them what they were doing, and they mysteriously told me that it was nothing. At that time, I didn't know where the other warehouse was. Jun probably didn't want me to know that there were two warehouses. Once, I went to move goods with Old Yang. This time, we went to the other warehouse. I carried a box of drinks to the tricycle according to the instructions on the warehouse receipt. Old Yang said not to carry that pile, so I said it was all the same. Old Yang saw that I didn't understand, so he used his finger to point at the production date on the box. The shelf life indicated on the box was only half a month left. This kind of beverage that was about to expire was not wanted by customers. I asked Old Yang if these drinks could still be sold." The boss will have a way."”he answered simply. After that, most of the drinks that were about to expire were sold. There was always a way, but I didn't know what it was. Obviously, Jun didn't want me to care about this. The rest was served by the waiters. The shelf life was blurry.
Let's talk about the car. It was not long after I came to the shop. Jun said that he wanted to buy a small four-wheeled (minivan) but couldn't make up his mind. He asked me if I could buy this car and if I needed to buy it. In fact, there was no need to ask anyone else about this question. The shop's business had expanded, and the amount of goods purchased and shipped had increased. Of course, it was convenient to have a mini car. He knew what to do. It was because it was not easy to earn money. He had worked hard for more than ten years to save up this little money. He would definitely feel heartache if he had to take out tens of thousands of yuan to buy a car all at once. I didn't say that I could buy it or not. It was his property, so he made his own decision. In the end, he drove a small four-wheeled car back the next afternoon. That night, Jun was in a good mood. He cooked a few dishes and ordered a few bottles of beer to celebrate with everyone about buying a car. In fact, those young workers didn't think much of Jun buying a car. What did it have to do with them? No matter how much money the shop made, they were still workers. However, the workers would still smile and deal with Jun happily. After dinner, Jun did not drive home. He wanted to stay in the dormitory for the night. He parked his car in the courtyard downstairs. There were very few cars in that era, and private cars were even rarer. The courtyard was empty everywhere, and Jun moved his parking spot again and again. He felt that it was not reliable to park anywhere. In the end, he chose a spot where he could see his car from the window of the third-floor dormitory. At night, when he talked to Jun in his room, he would go to the window and look at the car parked below, afraid that the thief would steal his car while he was talking. When it was time to sleep, I went back to my room to sleep. The next morning, I woke up and saw Jun staring at the car downstairs again. I thought he just woke up earlier than me, so I asked,"Why are you up so early?”He replied tiredly,"I didn't sleep. None of you guys got up all night to care about the car in the shop.”He didn't expect that a mini car could make him stand by the window for an entire night. Wasn't wealth going to kill him? He couldn't be blamed for scolding us guys for sleeping like dead pigs, because the guys really didn't care about cars. Although the car belonged to the shop, the shop was handsome. The car in the shop naturally had nothing to do with the workers. If they were not worried, they would sleep like dead pigs until dawn.
Jun usually wouldn't stay in the shop all day. He would only come to the shop to check around noon and leave after giving instructions. He controlled the purchasing process himself, and it took him a certain amount of time to deal with the suppliers. However, most of the time, he was leisurely. When the business of the shop was smooth, he did not have to worry about it every day. It's just that he still hopes that someone can do it for him without worry. This is probably the main reason why Jun San has invited me to help him several times. After I arrived, Jun announced in front of everyone that I would be in charge of the store, including the sales price, the collection and storage of money, the division of labor, and the management of personnel.
Normally, the things that Jun arranged for me weren't difficult or complicated, but it wasn't. Although I've been a leader for more than ten years and have experience in managing large enterprises, it doesn't mean that I can be a good shop assistant. In terms of the role of a waiter, I'm considered a retard compared to the other guys. Even though I can command hundreds of factory managers of second-level units, I might not be able to command the few people in front of me. In my opinion, a character like this is the captain character I saw in the countryside 30 years ago. I despise this character. I can't stand the way the captain talks about the labor force in the team like he's talking about his own son. Thirty years ago, I swore that I would never have the chance to be an official again, nor would I be a captain. I didn't expect that after 30 years, I still couldn't avoid the fate of being a squad leader. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh. The world was really unpredictable. He had already experienced what he should have experienced. Was he still here to act like a "small team leader"? Come on, it's just such a small shop. There's no need to sit in front of the cashier and act as the second manager. He's already pointing fingers at the few employees. If there's work, let's all go up and do it together. Seeing how easy-going I was, my old friends didn't treat me as an outsider and rushed to do the work. No one was lazy.
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