The woman seeking employment was named Song Lamei, and her husband was named Shen Dongzheng. The two lived on Xueyuan Road.
On the second floor of the Brothers Tobacco and Liquor Store, the couple sat cautiously opposite Wang Peng, not daring to drink the tea he had prepared.
“Sister Lamei, don’t be nervous,” Wang Peng said gently. “You have three years of experience in beverage retail, so the job will definitely be fine. However…”
Wang Peng's gaze softened as he smiled and asked, "Why did you leave Qinghui?"
Song Lamei hesitated slightly, "Two elderly people bought wine this morning. One of them wanted to buy Jin Sanhua wine, but we didn't have any in the store."
“I recommended other wines to him, but the old man didn’t want to buy them. Niu Qinghui was in a bad mood and started cursing at me on the spot. He cursed me very rudely.”
Thinking of the scene when she was scolded, Song Lamei felt wronged, and her eyes reddened as she wanted to cry.
Wang Peng scratched his head. Old Niu was quite funny. You won't sell my wine, but you won't allow customers to buy it from other places either.
Suddenly, he thought of Lao Niu and Lao Qian, and wondered if it was really such a coincidence.
“He called me a piece of trash, said I caused him to lose his business, and said I was not worthy of my monthly salary of two hundred yuan.”
He said, "If you don't want to do it, then get out. If I don't do it, there are plenty of other people who will."
“If I were capable, I would come here and earn a thousand yuan a month, and he would look at me with more respect.”
After saying all that in one breath, Song Lamei couldn't help but shed tears.
"Lamei, don't talk nonsense." Shen Dongzheng was anxious and hurriedly smiled apologetically, "Boss Wang, my wife is just outspoken."
Wang Peng was a little confused, "You only make two hundred yuan a month? Is that enough for you to eat?"
Song Lamei wiped away her tears, "I'm uneducated. I dropped out of junior high school and started working, but I couldn't find a good job."
"Winter Plum!" Shen Dongzheng was getting impatient. This unlucky wife of his, why does she always blurt out the truth?
Wang Peng smiled slightly, "Brother Dongzheng, why are you in such a hurry? I like to hear the truth."
"No, I..." Shen Dongzheng was speechless, extremely embarrassed.
Wang Peng smiled again, got up and lit him a cigarette.
"Sister Lamei, I work five days a week, eight hours a day, and my basic salary is five hundred yuan."
“We pay the previous month’s wages on the 2nd of each month, and I take half of the previous month’s profit and distribute it equally among all the workers.”
"To put it bluntly, the more money you make for me, the more salary I'll receive. Think about it."
The couple were both dumbfounded.
Is this job or a job? There's no point in even thinking about it.
Shen Dongzheng said eagerly, "Go for it, Boss Wang, I promise to work the plum blossoms to death."
“Old Shen,” Wang Peng said helplessly, “if you’re going to work yourself to death, then you should look for another job. I can’t hire someone who’s willing to work himself to death.”
"No, no, that's not what I meant," Shen Dongzheng said anxiously, shaking his head.
Turning his head, he saw his wife looking completely bewildered, and he was furious. He said urgently, "Lamei, say something!"
Song Lamei was still dumbfounded.
Putting aside the bonuses, just the five hundred yuan salary was something she never dared to dream of before.
Her best friend is a college student, a graduate of a university in the provincial capital, and has been working for three years, earning only four hundred yuan a month.
"Boss, boss," Song Lamei stammered, "There's something wrong with the bulk liquor, no, I mean Qinghui's bulk liquor..."
Wang Peng waved his hand and said with a smile, "Don't rush, tell me slowly."
Song Lamei picked up her teacup and took a big gulp of tea to calm her nerves.
"Boss, once Niu Qinghui held a meeting for us and told us to vigorously promote ginseng powder wine."
“He let it slip that he makes 1.5 yuan a month for every pound of ginseng wine we sell. I knew something was wrong at the time.”
"Just like his sesame oil, a pound of sesame seeds costs six yuan, but he only sells a pound of sesame oil for three yuan. It must be fake."
After finishing her speech in one breath, Song Lamei became even more nervous when she saw the boss's unpleasant expression.
Shen Dongzheng glared at his wife and said with a forced smile, "Brother Wang, my wife is very honest and says whatever comes to mind, but what she says is true."
Seeing Wang Peng frown, he added, "One pound of sesame seeds can only yield half a pound of oil at most. There must be something wrong with Qinghui's sesame oil."
Wang Peng shook his head, not wanting to focus on the sesame oil, but considering the ginseng powder wine that Lao Qian bought from Qinghui.
A bottle of liquor that costs only five cents to make is definitely problematic.
Is it industrial alcohol mixed with cold water? That would kill someone!
"Peng-ge, hurry to the school clinic." Dong Shishi rushed upstairs, "Mingzhu twisted her ankle going downstairs."
Wang Peng immediately stood up. "Sister Lamei, come to work tomorrow."
He strode downstairs and saw the liquor in the dispensing machine. "Sister Lamei, give me a hair tie."
"Hey!" Song Lamei hurriedly went downstairs and pulled the hair tie off her ponytail.
Wang Peng found a plastic bag, sealed the dispensing machine with a rubber band, and immediately drove to school.
Soon, he arrived at the school clinic and saw Li Mingzhu sitting on the hospital bed.
Li Mingzhu was chatting and laughing with the nurse when she turned around and saw her lover. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Pengpeng, my foot hurts so much!"
"Are you alright? Are your bones okay?" Wang Peng walked over in two steps and squatted down to examine his ankle.
The nurse felt a chill run down her spine, but chuckled lightly, "The bones should be fine, but it's best to get an X-ray at the hospital."
"Okay, thank you." Wang Peng picked up his wife. "Nurse, could you please open the car door for me?"
The nurse walked out of the medical room, opened the back door of the car, and watched the car drive away.
"Oh dear, only a woman who can cry can capture a man's heart." The nurse smiled slightly and turned to go back to the infirmary.
Wang Peng left the school and went straight to the nearest hospital.
Li Mingzhu held up the wine dispenser. "Brother, what's this?"
Wang Peng said, "I suspect there's something wrong with Qinghui's bulk wine, and I plan to have it tested by the laboratory."
"Quickly turn around and head to the lab building," Li Mingzhu said urgently. "My foot is fine; business is more important."
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