"Where's the money?"
The accountant slammed his fist on the table. Although his actual position was lower than Ma Wenhong's, his special status as an accountant at the meat processing plant gave him the confidence to berate Ma Wenhong.
All of McCauley's employees kept their heads down, not daring to look McCauley's accountant in the eye.
Everyone knew perfectly well that the low sales on the first day of the Macburg incident were due to the funeral parlor blocking the entrance.
But not a single employee dared to utter a word.
The accountant is furious right now; anyone who replies will be pointed at and yelled at by him.
"Idiot Ma Wenhong!"
With no one responding, the accountant could only vent her anger on Ma Wenhong, who was hospitalized. He took 578.8 yuan, along with sales bills and data from the two stores, and left.
"Less than 600 yuan in sales on the first day, let's see how this idiot reports to his superiors!"
The accountant walked out of the Macburg shop, then suddenly turned around and kicked the shop's iron gate.
With a deafening crash of the iron gate, all the employees at McCauley breathed a sigh of relief.
"This sales situation is terrible! We're doomed!"
"There's nothing we can do. Our shop entrance is blocked by the funeral parlor. How are we supposed to make money if no one comes in?"
"Sigh, these sales figures are terrible. If we keep selling like this every day, we won't even break even!"
"It was just a little bad today. If there are no mourning halls blocking the door tomorrow, sales will definitely improve."
"Wallace was definitely the one who blocked the entrance to the funeral parlor; he's our only competitor."
"It's definitely Wallace. There's been a constant line outside the Wallace store on Broken Street all day. They even set up some kind of Ice City to sell drinks, and the area outside is packed with people there too."
"I wonder how much Wallace's sales are today, but it must be at least three thousand."
"I estimate it's more than that..."
...
"Thirteen thousand seven hundred and sixty-four yuan and thirty-four cents!"
Inside the Wallace store.
Xu Qingyi's mouth is big enough to fit an egg.
Mixue Ice Cream store's sales on the first day were just over 6,000 yuan, while the combined sales of the other two Wallace stores were less than 7,000 yuan.
The total sales of the three stores amounted to 13,700!
Thirteen thousand seven!
What a concept!
One person earning 10,000 yuan a day!
The impact of having 10,000 yuan as much in the 1990s was not as significant as it was in the 1980s.
But the fact that someone could become a millionaire in a single day completely shocked Xu Qingyi. He stared at Lin Yifeng with his mouth agape, his face full of disbelief.
They seemed to find it hard to believe that the sales of the three stores exceeded 10,000 yuan in a single day!
"Thirteen thousand seven?"
"It's alright, it's passable."
Unlike the shocked Xu Qingyi, Lin Yifeng remained calm, even showing a hint of unhappiness.
Thirteen thousand seven thousand does seem quite exaggerated.
But just like Wallace's opening day, this was achieved through a combination of factors, including Crazy Thursday, Mixue Ice Cream's opening, and the siphoning of traffic from Macburg.
This kind of sales volume shouldn't be taken too seriously.
Who knows, tomorrow the three stores might be back to square one, with sales possibly less than half of today's.
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