I observed that Xiao Yang, who had been sitting at the counter to collect money before, should be trustworthy. Even if he had a little bit of spirit, he wouldn't make a big hole in the shop's account. At most, he would take some pocket money from the drawer at noon in the hot summer to order a few bottles of beer, or a few waiters who didn't want to eat rice for breakfast and urged him to order a few portions of fried noodles for everyone at the entrance of the shop. If he was bold enough, it would be a little money for smoking. He didn't have the guts to go any deeper. Besides, I'm not very sensitive to money (I'm too sensitive to money, afraid of fakes and losses). A stack of 100 yuan bills is 10,000 yuan. I count ten times, but I can't count it accurately. It's either 100 yuan more or 100 yuan less. I've never counted so much money before. In a state-owned enterprise, my monthly salary is a few hundred yuan, and my wife always collects it on my behalf. Usually, when I go on business trips, my colleagues are in charge of the expenses, and the money is not in my hands. Although I'm almost 50 years old, I've never had the chance to get a lot of money. If I count money, it's only a few hundred yuan. Jun's shop had a cash income of twenty to thirty thousand yuan a day. Even in the off-season, it would not be less than ten thousand yuan a day. Seeing so much money, I was terrified. My hands trembled when I said that I wanted to order some money. The calculation in my mouth couldn't be coordinated with the movements of my fingers. In the end, I either ordered too much or too little. The more inaccurate I am, the more afraid I am of money. I want to hide far away from things that cost tens of thousands of dollars. When the few workers saw that I didn't know how to count money, they all felt that it was a little strange. They said that I had been an "official" for so many years, so how could I not have seen big money? Actually, these were two different things. When he was working as a technician in a factory, it was common to purchase equipment worth more than 100,000 yuan for the factory. Later on, it was also common for a factory manager to negotiate a contract with a customer for millions of yuan. However, that was only a numerical negotiation. There was no contact with cash at all. The payment and collection were handled by the finance department, so he was not afraid of how much money there was. Even though he had been an "official" for so many years, the money he really had was only one or two hundred yuan, at most three or five hundred yuan. Moreover, he could tell how much it was at a glance. There was no need to count. Besides, counting money at work is the job of the cashier, so it's reasonable that I don't know how to count money.
Also, I don't like to haggle over the price of a packet of soy milk powder. This is no different from a housewife haggling over vegetables and radishes in the free market. In my opinion, this is too tacky. It's really not something I can do for a man to haggle with others like a housewife. I feel that this petty bargaining in the shop can't be called business compared to the factory. It's completely "pulling strings" to see who has the most "sticky candy" energy. Sometimes, when I got impatient with the customer, I really wanted to ask him for a few cents, but this was Jun's shop and I couldn't make the decision on my own. Without the boss's approval, the employees couldn't exceed their authority to make a price difference. This was because the shop's business depended on the difference of a few cents per pack to make money. They had to harden their hearts and grind their teeth with the customers. I understand this logic, but I always feel awkward when I do it.
Also, it was risky for a person to go to the market savings office with tens of thousands of yuan in his pocket. At that time, there were no security guards in the market's savings bank. There were too many people inside, and there was no order to line up. It was unknown who was good and who was bad. Swindlers, thieves, and robbers mixed in, and it was often the case that people who saved money were robbed. To save money and withdraw money, one had to fill in the form first. The grid on the form was very small. I had been presbyopic for several years, and my hands kept trembling when I wrote too small words. The words on the form were crooked, not even as good as the words of a third-grade primary school student. I looked ugly even when I looked at it.
Xiao Yang was best at these things. Gritting his teeth with customers was almost a hobby of his. Once he grinded his teeth, he would be in high spirits and forget everything. Her handwriting is small and beautiful, and she can recite the price lists of hundreds of products. These are all things that I can't compare with. I just like the simple work of packing and delivering goods. This is something that Xiao Yang feels is very embarrassing. Therefore, I let Xiao Yang still be in charge of the quote and collection, and I'll help with the packing and delivery. I didn't think much about whether Jun would disagree with my arrangements.
At noon, Jun brought the milk powder purchased from the factory to the shop. Seeing that I was busy packing the goods outside and Xiao Yang was sitting inside to open the sales slip, his face darkened. He walked to the small table and said coldly to Xiao Yang,"Get up and work. Let Old Bull open the bill.”At this moment, the waiters were all talking and laughing as they worked. This sentence immediately made the atmosphere in the shop awkward. Xiao Yang's face turned red as he stood up and was about to leave the table. I was about to go forward to stop him, but Jun's arm blocked me.
Jun didn't go home that night (he lived in a small room in the dormitory). After he had dinner with everyone, he called me to his room to chat alone. He also said that he wanted me to come to the shop not to work as a laborer but to help him manage the entire shop. I understand that working under a private boss means you have to listen to the boss. The next day, Xiao Yang went to pack the boxes and I sat in front of the counter to pay the bill. If there was anything I couldn't remember, I would ask Xiao Yang to tell me.
In the market, one was most afraid of receiving counterfeit money. No matter how careful one was, it was difficult to avoid receiving counterfeit money. It was always on one's guard. The store received tens of thousands of yuan in cash every day. Every day at five o'clock in the afternoon, the store would count the cash collected for the day and hand it to Jun, who would deposit it in the bank. That afternoon, Jun Cai went to the savings bank and called me back at the store. He scolded me,"What's wrong with you? You can't even tell the difference between real money and fake money. I don't know how you became the factory manager.”(Jun had never said such a thing before, no matter how big a joke he made.) It turned out that there was a fake 100-yuan note in the money that was handed to him that was confiscated by the bank. According to the rules of the shop, whoever receives counterfeit money will pay for it. My salary will be deducted by 100 yuan. This is a very severe punishment. I'll be paid a few hundred yuan a month. If I keep receiving counterfeit money, I'll be in trouble. After that, Jun told me to go to the savings bank to save money. If I had counterfeit money, I would pay for it myself. I didn't have to tell him anymore (and don't tell anyone else. It would be even more laughable if I did). I took extra care to collect cash. For those with large amounts of money, I asked Xiao Yang to help count the banknotes. In the end, I still couldn't stop the counterfeit banknotes (there would always be one or two hundred yuan counterfeit banknotes every month). I suspected that some of the lads had done something. Because when I went to the toilet, the other guys would collect the money and change for me, and the drawer where I put the money was not locked. Did one of them take the opportunity to exchange fake money for real money from the drawer? After I became suspicious, I couldn't trust the people around me. I saw that these guys all looked like people who did this. Thus, I had no choice but to be wary of the guys who seemed to be like brothers with me. I specially bought a vest with ten pockets and put it on (this kind of dressing is full of "nest pot"). I stuffed all the hundred and fifty yuan bills into my pocket, and only put some small banknotes in the drawer. This trick was really effective, and there were no more counterfeit banknotes. I also understood that Jun didn't trust his buddy for a reason. Although I kept the money on my body to keep the counterfeit money in check, the guys who were with me every day also alienated me.
Actually, it's not safe for me to carry a huge sum of money with me all day long. It's very dangerous to carry too much money in the market, which is crowded with people. It was impossible for me not to go to the toilet or go out to do something. Once something went wrong, it would not be just a matter of one or two counterfeit notes. That was tens of thousands of yuan. If things went wrong, it might even be the risk of my life. I took the money out of my pocket and put it back into the drawer. If there were any more fake money, I would have to admit it. However, after a long time, there were no more fake money, and the relationship between the workers and me became harmonious again.
Doing a small business was like squeezing oil. When one saw a large tank of oil in the oil mill, they felt that the oil was easy to come by. In fact, this was all squeezed out bit by bit from the dry cake. The shop earned money by relying on the boss's calculations, so not everyone could be the boss. No matter how much money they spent on lunch, they would not be able to escape from being schemed against by the boss. Lunch in our shop is made by the waiters who take turns on duty. The rice and rice cooker were placed in the shop, so they could cook directly in the shop. Because the shop was too crowded, there was no way to set up a cooking stove, so he had to go back to the dormitory to cook. The waiters hated the job of cooking and were unwilling to do it. They had to push the matter of who to cook for every day. Seeing this situation, I took the initiative to take care of the cooking in the dormitory and no longer let them take turns to do it. As the business in the shop grew, a girl came in to help greet the customers. There were already eight people eating in the shop at noon (including Jun, who was uncertain about his time. If he made it in time, he would eat. If he couldn't make it in time, he would solve it himself outside). Jun was in charge of the food expenses. Every few days, he would put 100 yuan (10 yuan and 20 yuan) in the drawer in the room (not directly paying for food expenses from the shop). I would take the money from the drawer every day to buy vegetables (I would put the change back in the drawer). The cooking oil was taken back from the shop. The oil was a gift from the supplier, so there was no need to spend extra money to buy it. I bought pork belly for ten yuan every day (more than one catty, when the price of meat was about six yuan per catty), cut it into large pieces (two large pieces per person on average), fried with green chili or celery, sprayed with soy sauce and vinegar, the taste was excellent, and it went very well with rice. The waiters always ate happily (the cost of buying meat and vegetables for lunch was controlled at about 12 yuan, 1.25 yuan per person). Every time it was lunchtime, the shop would be filled with laughter. The waiters would say,"The taste of this dish is too delicious, but the amount is too small. It would be great if everyone could get two more pieces of meat.”Even though the workers had their opinions on the number of dishes, everyone was actually full, so I didn't increase the expenditure for lunch dishes.
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