Yonghong Supermarket has ten branches in the provincial capital, with its main store located on Xueyuan Road.
It's on the same street as Wang Peng's brother's tobacco and liquor store.
The founder's name is Ma Yonghong, he is 62 years old and has a shaved head.
He had a full forehead and narrow, almost slit eyes, making him look blind.
In the provincial capital, this eye shape is called "shrimp eye".
Therefore, he hates it when people say "shrimp eyes," and consequently hates words like "shrimp" and "shrimp."
Anyone who dares to mention "shrimp" in front of him, especially if they are an employee of Yonghong, will immediately be scolded or even beaten.
At this moment, he stared at the provincial capital's business newspaper, like an old monk in deep meditation; anyone who didn't know better would think he was asleep.
"Dad, what grudge do we have against Wang Peng? Why do we have to ostracize him?" Ma Guoqing whispered.
He is the general manager of Yonghong Supermarket and Ma Yonghong's only son.
Ma Yonghong was still staring at the newspaper, seemingly not hearing her son's words.
Seeing his father remain silent, Ma Guoqing braced himself and continued to persuade him.
"Father, is it because Wang Peng paid the workers high wages that the ten major sects besieged Bright Peak?"
"Just like in martial arts novels, a demonic sect is not necessarily a demonic sect, and even reputable sects have their share of filth and corruption."
"For example, Niu Qinghui, in order to make a few dirty money, actually used industrial alcohol to make poisonous wine to harm people, which has already caused six deaths and sixteen injuries."
"Dad, I feel ashamed to be allied with such trash."
After Ma Guoqing finished speaking, he carefully observed his father's expression, but his father remained as still as a meditating monk.
He felt he had wasted his breath and, feeling a wave of helplessness, opened his briefcase and took out the documents.
"Dad, these are last month's revenue figures. Let me report them to you."
"Since we removed Sanhuajiu from our shelves, the total sales of baijiu in our ten stores have fallen below this year's average."
“We don’t sell Sanhua, so customers go to Wang Peng to buy it. It’s not like what you expected, where customers choose other drinks instead of Sanhua.”
Upon hearing this, Ma Yonghong frowned slightly, his shrimp-like eyes shrinking even further.
Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside, followed by a rapid knocking on the door.
"Come in!" Ma Guoqing said in a deep voice.
The door opened, and Administrative Director Ma Tianming hurriedly entered.
"Boss, General Manager, something terrible has happened! Boss Liu of Liu Xiang Shrimp is going to jump off a building."
“He was our seafood supplier. He just asked me for money, and when I said I didn’t have the money to pay him right now, he climbed onto the roof and jumped off.”
"Boss, someone has already called the police. The police and firefighters are downstairs."
Ma Tianming finished speaking in one breath, unaware that he had committed a grave mistake.
Ma Guoqing shook his head slightly, looked at him with the kind of compassionate gaze one would give someone with intellectual disabilities; this man was finished.
"Come here." Ma Yonghong beckoned to Ma Tianming and pointed to the person next to him.
Ma Tianming was taken aback, but then overjoyed. He hurriedly scurried over to the desk.
Everyone knows that the boss used to be a teacher. He would call his favorite students to the podium and give them detailed instructions.
After starting their own business, they retained this habit: whoever gets a serious talking-to from their boss is on the verge of a promotion and a raise.
Ma Tianming walked up to the boss, bowed, and said, "Boss, please give your instructions."
Ma Yonghong said, "I didn't hear you clearly just now, please say it again."
Ma Tianming said urgently, "Boss, the Liu in Liu Xiang shrimp..."
Snap—
Suddenly, a sharp sound rang out, startling Ma Guoqing so much that he trembled and continued to keep his eyes down, his mind focused on the world around him.
The sudden slap stunned Ma Guoming. He covered his right cheek with his right hand, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Ma Yonghong slapped him with all his might, and Ma Guoming didn't learn his lesson, committing a major taboo for Yonghong.
Secondly, it's a way to vent anger.
He thought that Yonghong Supermarket's customers were very loyal, and even if Sanhua wine was not available, they would choose Sihua wine or Wuhua wine from the shelves.
He had previously discontinued Shuang Gou Da Qu, so customers bought Tuo Pai at the same price.
When it came time to settle the accounts at the end of the month, the total sales of baijiu hadn't changed much, so the big boss of Shuang Gou personally begged him to put it back on the shelves.
However, this time he misjudged the situation, and the sales of liquor in all ten stores declined.
This means that some customers are only loyal to Sanhua, not Yonghong.
The reason for this is Wang Peng's reputation for not selling counterfeit alcohol. Sanhua may taste worse than other brands, but it is definitely not fake.
"Boss, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I deserve to be hit." Ma Guoming slapped himself across the face.
He understood why he got slapped: he couldn't say the word "shrimp" in front of his boss.
"Boss, please give me a chance, please don't fire me."
Kenneth Ma knelt down abruptly, crying, "My wife has leukemia, our two children are in junior high school, and our whole family depends on my salary to survive."
At this point, he broke down in tears. He had worked hard for his boss for six years before finally earning a monthly salary of six hundred yuan.
“A real man shouldn’t be so weak-kneed. Get up!” Ma Yonghong said in a deep voice.
Kenneth Ma hurriedly stood up, lowered his head, not daring to wipe away his tears, and adopted a posture of accepting punishment.
After a long silence, Ma Yonghong sighed, "Guoming, don't be so reckless next time. Go ahead."
Ma Guoming was overjoyed and bowed repeatedly, "Thank you, boss, thank you, boss..."
“Go!” Ma Yonghong leaned back tactically and waved at him.
"Thank you for your magnanimity, Boss. I promise it won't happen again." Ma Guoming hurriedly left.
As I left the chairman's office, I broke out in a cold sweat; my shirt was soaked through.
He hurried back to the administration department, saw Deputy General Manager Cai, and rushed over, saying, "Hello, General Manager Cai."
"Guoming." Old Cai patted him on the shoulder, handed him a document, and turned to walk out of the administration department.
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