Sun Zhansheng's home is located in the Cultural Palace residential compound on Xifeng Road in the provincial capital.

Sun Zhansheng, dressed in a 1960s guard uniform and wearing an instructor badge, came to the window to breathe in the fresh air.

The air isn't as fresh as it was ten years ago. He shook his head and suddenly saw his granddaughter, Ji Miaomiao, coming downstairs.

My granddaughter, dressed in a Western-style dress, parked her bicycle downstairs, untied the tape recorder from the back seat, and hurriedly disappeared downstairs.

"That brat, always looking for trouble." Sun Zhansheng smiled slightly.

Ji Miaomiao's parents don't live in the provincial capital. She studies at a university there and often comes here to freeload. The father and daughter have a very good relationship.

A few minutes later, Ji Miaomiao opened the door and came in. "Grandpa, look what I bought for you!"

She picked up the two-door tape recorder and said, "I also bought you a lot of tapes, all of them are Henan opera and Quju opera."

"How much did it cost?" Sun Zhansheng took out his wallet to get reimbursed.

"No need for reimbursement this time. I got paid yesterday, and I have the day off today and tomorrow," Ji Miaomiao said with a smile.

"Oh?" Sun Zhansheng became interested. "I heard that you brothers have high salaries. How much do you get paid?"

"Guess?" Ji Miaomiao said with a smug look, "The radio is two hundred, and the cassette tape is one hundred. Guess!"

Sun Zhansheng scratched his already sparse white hair and guessed, "You're an intern, so you'll get a maximum salary of five hundred yuan."

“You guessed right, my basic salary is five hundred.” Ji Miaomiao pulled out a stack of hundred-yuan bills. “But the boss gave me a bonus of two thousand yuan.”

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhansheng frowned immediately. How could he possibly give an intern two thousand? Could it be that Miao Miao was involved with his boss...?

He was furious, his eyes suddenly turning sharp. "Give me Wang Peng's phone number right now."

Sun Zhansheng had fought his whole life, crawling out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood four times. He was usually a kind and amiable old man, but now his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?" Ji Miaomiao was startled and quickly grabbed his hand.

"Tell me the truth, why did he give you so much money? Was he deceiving you?"

Sun Zhansheng angrily said, "Give me the phone. If he touches you, he has to marry you."

Ji Miaomiao was completely dumbfounded. After a moment, she couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Haha, you're so funny, haha..."

"What are you laughing at?" Sun Zhansheng sneered. "You're a college student who hasn't graduated yet. If he's paying you 2,500 yuan a month, he must be interested in you."

"Haha..." Ji Miaomiao laughed until her stomach hurt.

The boss already has two women, so she's not going to be his third; she'll be his aunt.

Having finally stopped laughing, Ji Miaomiao said urgently, "The boss should take out half of the net profit and distribute it as bonuses to all employees."

“Grandpa, last month's profit was 300,000. He took out 150,000 and distributed it to our 60 employees, which was exactly 2,000 yuan per person.”

"My basic salary is five hundred, plus a bonus of two thousand, which makes a total of two thousand five hundred yuan."

Ji Miaomiao finished speaking in one breath, thinking that her grandfather would be surprised and would laugh from ear to ear, but to her surprise, her grandfather's expression became even more serious.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?" Ji Miaomiao finally realized that the old man was not joking.

Sun Zhansheng shook his head, thinking that Wang Peng might be dead and that Brothers Supermarket might not last long.

"Miaomiao, how do you usually treat customers? You must be very afraid that the boss will go bankrupt, right?"

"Of course I'm scared," Ji Miaomiao said. "If the boss goes bankrupt, where am I going to find a job that pays 2,500 yuan a month?"

Sun Zhansheng shook his head again. The logic was sound, but Wang Peng's actions had already affected the interests of many people.

"Grandpa, I'll take you to Brothers Supermarket. You can experience our service for yourself. What do you think?" Jia Miaomiao said.

"Okay, I'll go change my clothes." Sun Zhansheng turned and went back to his bedroom.

After he changed his clothes, the father and son took a taxi to Brothers Supermarket.

In the past, they always took the bus, but when Ji Miaomiao was in a good mood, she insisted on taking her grandfather in a taxi.

To avoid being recognized by her colleagues, Ji Miaomiao wore a baseball cap and a mask.

The Brothers Supermarket was packed with people; every shelf was crowded.

Sun Zhansheng was very surprised. This business was too good. Large supermarkets like Huihuang and Ronghua only had such good business during holidays.

The father and son strolled around the supermarket and gradually came to the fruit section. Bundles of sugarcane were priced at nine cents a pound, which was about the same as the retail price of street vendors.

Sun Zhansheng asked, "Comrade, I want a sugarcane."

The saleswoman, named Sun Erli, smiled and said, "Sir, please choose one for yourself."

Sun Zhansheng shook his head, "You pick one for me, I don't care."

Sun Erli casually picked a sugarcane, picked up a cleaver, and was about to peel it.

"Wait a minute." Sun Zhansheng frowned. "When you buy sugarcane outside, they weigh it first and then peel it. Why did you peel it first?"

“Sir, you may have misunderstood,” Sun Erli said with a smile. “The price we set at ninety cents a pound refers to the sugarcane after it has been peeled.”

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhansheng narrowed his eyes; the veteran who had fought half his life was shocked.

The sugarcane sold by street vendors costs nine cents a pound if it's not peeled, but my brother sells his sugarcane for nine cents after peeling it.

"Young comrade, if I find the sugarcane doesn't taste good, can I return it?" Sun Zhansheng asked.

“Yes,” Sun Erli said. “I will write you a receipt, and you can return the goods with the receipt.”

“Okay, let’s get started.” Sun Zhansheng pointed to the sugarcane in her hand.

Sun Erli put on disposable gloves again, first cutting the sugarcane into small sections, and then scraping off the outer skin of the sugarcane.

Finally, it was put into a plastic bag, weighed exactly two jin (1 kg), and I charged Sun Zhansheng one yuan and eighty cents, and gave him a red receipt.

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