The workers all stared at him.
"I didn't expect them to be so unreliable. I promise this is the last time," Li Bing said with difficulty.
It's impossible to get him to refund the money, or rather, for him to refund the money.
"Why aren't you all at work? What are you doing here?" Wu Yuelin, the owner of the shirt factory, arrived, her face full of anger. "What time is it? What are you all trying to do here?"
Peng Liang said loudly to the proprietress, "Proprietress, the workshop foreman ordered breakfast for all of us, and everyone is waiting for breakfast now."
Li Bing was so angry he wanted to tear Peng Liang's mouth apart!
The proprietress's face darkened further: "Li Bing, if you're going to treat everyone to breakfast, you should at least be mindful of the time. What time is it? Don't you have any sense of time at all?"
As the workshop director, Li Bing should be even more punctual.
Just then, He Xing arrived on his tricycle, sweating profusely: "Sorry everyone, I'm late today."
Because the boss's wife was present, the team leaders used to follow Peng Liang in calling out names and distributing meals. But now, the team leaders were a little hesitant to step forward.
Peng Liang didn't care about anything else, he took his share and went to the workshop.
Seeing that Peng Liang had taken one, everyone else followed suit and headed to the workshop.
Sudden……
"Pah!" Peng Liang took a bite, then spat it out, and loudly questioned, "What kind of crap is this? It's so awful! It's not crispy at all, and it's not chewy at all. How can you even have the nerve to sell it for one yuan and fifty cents? You're losing money!"
Peng Liang threw the glutinous rice ball directly at Li Bing.
Everyone stared at Li Bing again, whose face flushed red: "Peng Liang, don't go too far!"
"How am I being unreasonable? Try it yourself. Being late is one thing, but you gave me this stuff for 1.5 yuan. You owe me money!"
Everyone was stunned.
Everyone admires Peng Liang's courage.
"Peng Liang, forget it, let's just settle it for one yuan and fifty cents." Two of the workers tried to mediate.
Whether the food is good or not, and whether it's worth one dollar and fifty cents, everyone knows the answer in their hearts.
If it weren't for He Wenlin's excellent work beforehand, people wouldn't have made comparisons. Now that there's a comparison with the previous one, people naturally know what to expect when they eat He Xing's glutinous rice balls.
I was just thinking that it was only 1.5 yuan, and I could just not order it next time.
He Xing was dumbfounded and felt a little uneasy. Now he understood that Li Bing was not helping the factory purchase employee meals at all, but was acting as a middleman to make a profit!
He Xing felt somewhat resentful that Li Bing hadn't explained things clearly.
If you're going to make a profit from the price difference, at least give your employees a discount of a penny.
His glutinous rice balls are quite different from He Wenlin's; otherwise, how could they be sold so cheaply? The employees aren't stupid; they're paying for these products, so if it's the same price, they'll definitely choose He Wenlin's.
"Stop arguing," Wu Yuelin said. "Take your breakfasts and get back to work!"
The proprietress spoke up, and Peng Liang finally gave up, giving Li Bing a mocking smile.
"Li Bing, Peng Liang, and the team leader, come to my office."
Those whose names were called then followed Wu Yuelin to the office.
Seeing that the boss's wife, Li Bing, and Peng Liang had all left, the workers swarmed to take glutinous rice balls from He Xing.
As the boss's wife, Wu Yuelin naturally knew that Peng Liang and the team leader were taking fast food orders at the factory, and she knew that they were definitely not helping for nothing. She also guessed why Peng Liang and Li Bing had quarreled.
The workers needed to eat anyway, and it didn't interfere with their work, so she didn't interfere.
Things are different now; it has clearly affected the normal operation of the factory.
“I don’t want anything like this to happen again. If it happens again, you two are both fired. If I find you soliciting orders in the factory and disrupting normal production, you’re fired too.”
Although Li Bing lost the opportunity to earn extra money, he didn't get any benefit either, which made Peng Liang feel a little better.
"Boss lady, I understand." Peng Liang readily admitted his mistake.
Li Bing was very unwilling, but he had no choice but to agree.
The two left the office.
Peng Liang said sarcastically, "We were all getting along well before, but now, Director Li, are you happy?"
Li Bing glared at Peng Liang resentfully, then snorted coldly and turned to leave.
Peng Liang said to the other team leaders, "I'm sorry, ladies. Blame Li Bing. I only found out last night after I got off work that he secretly changed his business partner. Now none of us will make any money."
Business has been good these days. Although it's only two percent and the amount isn't much, the commission is enough to cover a month's rent and utilities.
The team leaders also had opinions about Li Bing.
Back at his workstation, Peng Liang's friend Chen Weihua asked him, "How did it go? Did the boss say anything?"
"He didn't say anything? He just said I can't take on orders anymore. That damn Li Bing!" Peng Liang was still angry when he thought about it; the opportunity to earn a few hundred yuan a month on the side was gone just like that.
Chen Weihua knew that Peng Liang had taken a commission from He Wenlin, but he didn't know the exact amount.
Now that Li Bing and Peng Liang have fallen out, it's speculated that there was a lot of money involved, given that they received several hundred orders every day.
"Liangzi, tell me honestly, how much does your cousin pay you a day? To help you get orders?"
"You might not believe it, but she just gave me free meals every day and occasionally a pack of cigarettes. A boxed lunch only costs 2.8 yuan. How much money could she possibly give me? The team leaders are the same; they just get free meals."
At this moment, other coworkers nearby also said, "The sticky rice today is indeed not as delicious as before."
“The lunchboxes at noon were even worse,” Peng Liang said. “You’ll know once you’ve tried them at noon. My cousin has a shop next to the Bosi Garment Factory, but he doesn’t own one. The owner of the shop is doing business there today, but he can’t beat my cousin. You get what you pay for.”
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