He Wenlin said calmly, "I run a fast food business. My brother trusts you and is easygoing; he hasn't thought much about it or suspected you. But I know perfectly well that you can fool others, but you can't fool me. Either you hand over the money that's publicly available, or..."
Xia Lijuan refused to pay, stubbornly saying, "Your business is good, and you use a lot of products. Your rice, flour, cooking oil, and other ingredients are cheaper than ours. Can't we pay a higher price than you? We lacked experience in the early stages, and if we delivered at the wrong time, we would lose money. We don't make a profit, so what's the problem?"
He Wenhua retorted loudly: "Except for the first month, this situation didn't occur at all in the last two months!"
"Your daily turnover is 300, your daily expenses are 200, and your monthly electricity bill is 1,400. Do you want me to call the police and bring the landlord and the vegetable and meat vendors over to confront you?"
Upon hearing He Wenlin's words, Xia Lijuan's expression suddenly changed.
But she still stubbornly insisted, "It's not like I spend 200 yuan on groceries every day. Sometimes I need to change the gas cylinder, and sometimes I need to buy rice and oil..."
"You said it yourself, sometimes. You can't change the gas cylinder every day, right? Let's say you use six cylinders a month, that's sixteen yuan a day on average."
One barrel of oil a day, even if you only have twenty.
You only sell about thirty servings of fried rice a day. Adding your own consumption, let's say you sell ten kilograms of rice a day. I'll give you a higher price, one yuan per kilogram, so the rice would only cost ten yuan. Eggs are bought by the box, at a little over three mao each, so let's say eleven yuan.
You only sell about fifty fast food meals a day, do you use six pounds of meat a day?
I'll say you put in seven pounds of meat, so that's thirty-five yuan. The other vegetables are a few cents a pound, so I'll say seven cents a pound. Ten pounds a day would be seven yuan. I'll also say eight yuan a day for seasonings and condiments.
And then there's the fried rice noodles, right? We sell over ninety servings a day, let's say a hundred servings. If the rice noodles cost you twenty-five yuan, let's say thirty-five yuan, that's a total of one hundred and sixty-seven yuan!
I overcharged you completely. May I ask, where did you get the two hundred yuan daily expense figure?
He Wenhua was furious when he heard He Wenlin's calculation and said, "We haven't used a single barrel of oil in a day."
"With so many of us eating and drinking, don't we have to spend money on that? What? You're dating your brother, and I'm working in the shop, can't I spend money on fruit and snacks? Can't I eat something good every day?" Xia Lijuan said. "He Wenhua, we've been together for so long, and you're so calculating about every penny? If I'm dating you, does the girl have to pay you back?"
He Wenhua: "But the two hundred yuan you told me about doesn't include fruit and snacks! It's obvious now that the accounts don't match up! You said you ate and drank, but I haven't seen any snacks or fruit come back with you?"
“Even if you spend 200 yuan a day, you still have over 100 yuan left over each day, right? That should be a surplus of over 3,000 yuan a month. Before opening, you prepared a lot of rice, flour, cooking oil, and seasonings. Based on your business, you shouldn't need to restock for at least half a month. You've been open for three and a half months now. After deducting three months' rent and three months' utilities, you should have at least 7,000 or 8,000 yuan left over by now,” He Wenlin said. “The electricity bill is 1,400 yuan a month. Should I call the landlord over? Either you have a problem, or he does. Do you dare to confront him?”
Xia Lijuan fell silent, staring venomously at He Wenlin. If looks could kill, He Wenlin would have been dead at least ten times over!
“Call the landlord and have him come over to confront us,” He Wenlin said to He Wenhua.
"Yes, the electricity bill wasn't 1,400. I was just making it up. So what? You can forget about getting a refund!" Since things had already come to a head, Xia Lijuan was going all out.
Xia's father also said sternly, "I followed you with a completely innocent heart, and now that we're breaking up, I'm already being lenient by not asking you for compensation. You want us to give you money? You're dreaming! Did you think my daughter slept with you and worked for you for free?"
He Wenlin: "The shop is owned by my brother. If you keep the money and don't return it, I will report you to the police for illegal appropriation. I'll definitely win the case. A few thousand yuan is nothing to us, but I'm willing to pay for your jail time."
When Xia's father and daughter saw He Wenlin actually take out her phone and dial 110, they were a little scared.
Xia's father shouted, "This is a family matter; the police won't get involved!"
“I’m not married to her, so this is no big deal!” He Wenhua said. “We’ll have to divide the property in a divorce.”
He Wenlin hung up the phone and looked at them coldly: "We don't want the money now. If you're so capable, don't beg us for it later! I've disliked you for a long time. If it weren't for the fact that you were my brother's girlfriend before, would I have put up with you?"
He Wenlin immediately called Jin Haichao: "Attorney Jin, I'm in a bit of trouble right now. My brother's ex-girlfriend is holding onto the money in my brother's shop and won't pay it back. I don't want the money anymore, I want her to go to jail. Buy a plane ticket and fly over here right now, consider it a business trip."
When the boss spoke, Jin Haichao agreed without uttering a single word of nonsense.
He Wenlin said to He Wenhua, "This is my company's legal counsel; he will come over to handle this matter immediately."
When Xia's father heard that He Wenlin had contacted a lawyer, he was uneducated and didn't know what a lawyer was, but Xia Lijuan, who had worked outside for many years and watched a lot of Hong Kong dramas, knew very well.
She started to panic.
Not long after, Mr. He and Mrs. He arrived.
The police arrived shortly after they arrived.
Upon seeing the police, the Xia father and daughter felt a pang of anxiety.
He Wenhua then recounted the whole story.
"Is what he said true?" the policeman asked Xia Lijuan. "You have to tell the truth."
Xia Lijuan did not speak.
Two veteran police officers arrived, and they could tell at a glance that Xia Lijuan was guilty.
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