Niu Qinghui asked, "Should we implement the second rule?"
Huang Ran said, "Let's wait and see after this month."
After the phone call ended, Niu Qinghui finished the last puff of his cigarette, feeling somewhat annoyed, and went outside to the supermarket's beverage section.
Two elderly people passed by him, one wearing gray clothes and the other wearing blue clothes. The old man in blue was carrying a plastic jug.
They walked around the liquor shelf.
The elderly man in gray asked the sales clerk, "Comrade, are you out of Golden Flower tea?"
The saleswoman said, "Sanhua wine is not good, we will not sell Sanhua wine anymore."
She pointed to the Tuopai Daqu liquor on the shelf and said, "Grandpa, this liquor only costs three yuan and fifty cents, and it sells better than Jin Sanhua."
The old man shook his head. "This wine isn't as good as Jin Sanhua."
The salesperson smiled and said, "Sir, the shelves are full of wine, including our own Qinghui bulk wine, which tastes better than Sanhua wine."
The old man ignored him and turned to his companion, saying, "Old Qian, hurry up and buy it. Come with me to the brother's shop to buy wine later."
Old Qian handed the plastic jug to the salesperson, "Comrade, give me two jin of loose liquor."
Niu Qinghui witnessed everything, and his anger grew even stronger.
It's eight miles from here to my brother's shop, but this old bastard would rather travel eight miles to buy Sanhua wine than buy my wine.
The business just slipped away like that?
He grew angrier the more he thought about it, and after the two elderly people left, he stormed up to the saleswoman.
"Are you a piece of trash? Without Sanhua Wine, you're going to make me lose my business?"
"There are hundreds of kinds of wine here, and you can't persuade this old geezer? Don't you want to work here anymore? Do you think you deserve a salary of two hundred yuan?"
"If you don't want to do it, then get out of here. If you don't want to do it, there are plenty of other people who will."
"If you're so capable, go work for Wang Peng and get a thousand yuan a month. I might even respect you more."
Niu Qinghui's cursing grew louder and louder, and the waitress lowered her head and shed tears.
That's just how her boss is; she can't argue back, and she doesn't dare lose her job.
She stared at the jars of loose liquor beside her and suddenly had the idea of going to Wang Peng's place to find a job.
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