"Ten yuan! How is that possible? You set up a stall to sell dumplings and you can make ten yuan a piece. That's crazy." Yang Meifeng didn't believe it.
Not only did she not believe it, but the other families also did not believe it.
"Our factory director's salary is less than ten yuan a day. How can you, a street vendor, earn more than our factory director?"
"Yes, you are clearly trying to trick me!"
"Don't try to trick us. We are not fools."
"Who cheated you?" Li Shuping knocked on the table. "I prepare about a thousand dumplings a day. There are fifteen dumplings in a bowl. I sell them for thirty cents a bowl. The cost is about eight or nine yuan. You can calculate it yourself. How much is my profit a day!"
“…”
How do they calculate this?
Gu Zhenyuan took a pen and paper and did some calculations, and began to say: "If you prepare a thousand dumplings a day, you can sell about ten servings, which is a total of twenty yuan. After deducting the cost, the net profit is eleven or twelve yuan."
Li Shuping spread her hands, with an expression that said, "Listen for yourself."
"Who knows if you can sell so many dumplings at once?" Zhao's mother muttered.
Li Shuping: "Can I sell so many at once? You can go to Lihua Lane to ask. At lunchtime, my stall is always lined up to buy dumplings."
"Is that so?" Yang Meifeng asked her daughter.
Liu Qin curled her lips and said, "I don't know. I, Lin Jianshe, never pass by the alley after get off work."
Gu Zhenyuan: "I can prove this. Comrade Li Shuping's dumpling stall is doing very good business. Every time I go to buy, there is basically a long queue. It is no problem to sell more than 70 dumplings at a time."
With Gu Zhen's testimony, others naturally have nothing to say.
Li Shuping took out the prescription from the doctor, which recommended that she rest for a month.
"For my injuries, the doctor suggested that I rest for a month, which means I won't be able to set up a stall to earn money for a month. The loss of work is 10 yuan, and 30 yuan a month is 300 yuan."
The five families all gasped. Three hundred yuan plus one hundred and ninety-five yuan, five yuan short of one thousand yuan.
"How can we afford to pay so much money?"
"늀 is..."
"Sister, can you please drink less?" Peng's mother said to Li Shuping.
"cannot."
Who is your eldest sister? You look older than me.
Mother Peng: “…”
Tsk, so heartless, without even a word of negotiation. No wonder people say that all businessmen are cunning.
Gu Zhenyuan determined the compensation amount for each family based on the division of responsibilities.
The Liu family paid 405 yuan in compensation, and the remaining 590 yuan was shared equally by the other four families, with each family paying 147.5 yuan.
Yang Meifeng was dissatisfied, "Why should my family pay so much money?"
"Your Liu Yong is the mastermind."
"If it weren't for your Liu Yong, none of us would have to pay compensation, and my son wouldn't have to go to jail."
"Why do you still have the right? I'm telling you, your family should have paid for everything."
"늀 is..."
Yang Meifeng was besieged by the crowd and was defeated.
"You have three days to pay the compensation to the Public Security Bureau. After paying, our Public Security Bureau will directly hand it over to Comrade Li Shuping."
The Public Security Bureau's collection can effectively prevent these people from refusing to pay and going to Comrade Li Shuping to argue.
Some people wanted to wait and go to Li Shuping to beg her for less money, but they immediately lost their temper when they heard this.
It was almost two o'clock when they left the Public Security Bureau. Li Shuping took her daughter Lin Xiao directly to the state-owned restaurant for dinner.
The Liu family walked out of the police station dejectedly. Yang Meifeng covered her face and cried, "It's more than 400 yuan. Where can we find so much money?"
Lin Jianshe frowned, "My family gave Qinqin 888 yuan as a gift, didn't they?"
How come I can’t find four hundred dollars?
Yang Meifeng's mouth twitched, and her eyes rolled. "My cousin Qinqin is getting married, and the betrothal gift is not enough, so I borrowed 100 yuan from Qinqin's uncle. Jianshe, do you have any money? If you do, give mom 200 yuan for emergency use."
Lin Jianshe felt a little uncomfortable, "Then go ask your uncle to come back, Liu Yong's matter is more urgent."
Yang Meifeng: "The betrothal gift has already been given to the bride's family, what's wrong?"
"Where will I get the money for my wedding with Qinqin?" His father gave Liu Qin a red envelope of 200 yuan when she got off the car. Liu Qin kept it, but he didn't want her to take it out.
"Then do you think you can ask your father to borrow two hundred?"
"Come on, my dad still owes my mom 390 yuan and my sister-in-law 400 yuan! They have already taken half a month's salary in advance." His dad is even poorer than him.
Yang Meifeng looked at her daughter, who nodded, indicating that this was indeed the case.
"Why does your dad owe your mom and sister-in-law money?"
Lin Jianshe said: "My mom and dad divorced, and the family savings were divided in half. My mom gave me a job and asked me to pay 800 yuan to buy it, otherwise she would go to the factory and make trouble and lose my job. My dad gave all the 410 yuan he got to my mom, and wrote a note for the rest."
"My sister-in-law was upset when she saw Qinqin's large betrothal gift, so she went to my dad to make a scene. My dad promised to give her an extra 400 yuan. My dad didn't have any money, so he took it first."
The corners of Yang Meifeng's mouth twitched. She wanted to get two hundred yuan from Lin Yong, but she didn't expect that he was poorer than her.
"How could your mother be like this? She has already given you a job, so how could she let you pay for it? Is there any mother like this?"
Lin Jianshe said nothing, but thought in his heart: Who can I blame for this? It’s all Liu Yongfei’s fault for making trouble at the wedding.
If Liu Yong hadn't caused any trouble, his mother wouldn't have been angry and made a scene at the wedding, let alone fought with his father, which eventually led to a divorce.
Yang Meifeng: "And your sister-in-law is too calculating. Her family didn't have that much dowry at the beginning, but now she's jealous because Qinqin has more than her. I say, your father shouldn't give your sister-in-law this dowry."
Lin Jianshe lowered his head and said nothing, feeling a little annoyed.
"Jianshe, can you think of a way to get two hundred yuan for mom?" Yang Meifeng had more than a thousand yuan on hand, but she was saving that money for Xiaoyong to marry after he got out.
Xiaoyong has been in prison, so it must not be easy for him to get married afterwards. He needs to save up more for the bride price.
Lin Jianshe glanced at Liu Qin, and seeing that she didn't say anything, he said, "What can I do? I really don't have any money, so why don't you sell the three-turn and one-ring that our family gave to Qinqin?"
Those things can be sold for at least four or five hundred yuan.
Yang Meifeng: “…”
In fact, she had already sold it.
Yang Meifeng glanced at her daughter who had been silent the whole time. She knew that she had money in her hands but just didn't want to take it out. However, she couldn't force it in front of her son-in-law.
"Ah..." She sighed sadly, "Then Mom, think of a way yourself and see if there is anything we can sell at home."
Lin Jianshe separated from his father-in-law and mother-in-law outside the Public Security Bureau. He ate something with Liu Qin, went to a state-owned drugstore to buy some face medicine, and then went home.
"You're back. How did the Public Security Bureau handle it?" Lin Yong opened his mouth to ask as soon as he saw them come back.
Lin Jianshe sat on the recliner with a tired look on his face. "Go to jail and pay compensation. The court will decide how long you will be in jail for, but it will probably be a long time. In addition to my mother's case, there are more than ten theft cases."
Lin Jianshe suddenly sat up straight, "Dad, guess how much money my mother-in-law and her other families paid to my mom?"
Lin Yong frowned and thought for a while, "At most, two or three hundred."
"It's nine hundred and ninety-five!"
"How much!" Zhang Jiao walked out of the bedroom holding Junjun.
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