More and more people are queuing up to buy liquor; it seems like the whole city has come. The speed at which restocking can't keep up with the speed at which people are grabbing the goods.
At 5:30 p.m., Du Lei and Ma Guoming slammed the door shut.
"It's not even dark yet, why are you closing?"
"Sorry, comrade, we're off work. The boss doesn't allow us to work overtime."
"You're Mr. Wang Peng, right? I called him to come over, but I drove over 20 miles, and you want me to come back tomorrow?"
The scene was bustling with noise, and those who couldn't buy the alcohol expressed their dissatisfaction.
The fake liquor case resulted in the deaths and disabilities of more than 100 people. They were addicted to alcohol but were afraid of buying fake liquor, and their mentality was somewhat irritable.
The shop assistants were very nervous. They immediately locked the shop door, hung up the "Closed" sign, and pulled down the curtain.
The police officers on duty were even more nervous, fearing they might discover a disturbance. After a long while, the guests left reluctantly.
The crowd on the street gradually dispersed, and the police officers prepared to leave. They were officers from the Xueyuan Road Police Station.
Wang Peng drove up to the store, smiled, and shook hands with Officer Lin, saying, "I'm sorry, thank you for your hard work."
Officer Lin sighed softly, saying helplessly, "Maintaining order is our job, it's not exactly hard work, but..."
He patted Wang Peng on the shoulder and said, "Brother, open a branch as soon as possible. If you have to come over every day to maintain order for you, we can't handle it."
With a large crowd gathering, the police had to maintain order at the scene.
Lin Wanshun never expected that a small tobacco and liquor store would be so popular that it would cause traffic congestion.
After thinking it over carefully, he cursed Niu Qinghui again, "It's all that bastard Niu Qinghui's fault, making the people of the provincial capital's drinking community panic."
Wang Peng said, "Brother Lin, when Qinghui's shops start to be auctioned off, I plan to buy the second shop and open a branch on Huayuan Road."
"Great, that's wonderful!" Lin Wanshun said. "My home is on Garden Road, I'll only buy things from your store."
He knew about Qinghui No. 2 Store, which was a four-story building and the largest in scale besides the Qinghui Supermarket flagship store.
"But Brother Peng, if we go by market price, the second store would cost 300,000 yuan. Do you have that much money?"
"No, I'm planning to attract investment," Wang Peng said.
"If I had money, I would definitely invest in you," Lin Wanshun said. "Keep it up, bro, we're off work now."
A moment later, the police car left the scene, and Du Lei opened the door to invite the owner and his wife into the store.
Ma Guoming beamed, "Boss, I've worked at Yonghong for six years and I've never seen such good business. I was shocked just now."
Song Lamei said, "Yes, I worked at Huihuang for three years and I never saw such an exaggerated scene. Even the New Year wasn't this exaggerated."
Du Lei smiled and said, "Thanks to Niu Qinghui for his help. If it weren't for the fake liquor case, we wouldn't have such good business."
Upon hearing this, everyone laughed. They felt that Lao Niu was a great man for sacrificing himself to help the boss.
Wang Peng couldn't laugh, and then said seriously, "Respect the dead, don't joke about the victims."
The air fell silent. Du Lei blushed and scratched his head awkwardly.
Li Mingzhu quickly came to his rescue, "Pengpeng, Xiaolei was just saying it casually, don't take it so seriously."
"Brother Peng, Sister Peng, this is really too much today. I suspect that all the drinkers in the city have come," Du Lei hurriedly added.
Wang Peng nodded. "This situation will continue for a few more days, so please stay alert and deal with it."
Everyone nodded in agreement, and Ma Guoming said, "Please rest assured, boss, we know what to do."
Wang Peng opened his briefcase and took out last month's revenue ledger.
"Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow are Saturday and Sunday. I'm paying wages early today. First of all, I want to thank everyone for earning me 12,000 yuan last month."
After speaking, Wang Peng bowed to his comrades.
Everyone was dumbfounded. The Brothers Tobacco and Liquor Store, which was only 60 square meters in size, actually made a profit of 12,000 yuan last month.
If these words hadn't come from Wang Peng's mouth, they wouldn't have believed them if someone else had said them.
A moment later, everyone blushed with excitement.
According to past practice, the boss would give them a bonus of 6,000 yuan.
Seeing everyone's expressions, Wang Peng smiled and said, "As usual, I'll give half of the profits as bonuses."
"Our six employees each received a bonus of 1,000 yuan, plus a base salary of 500 yuan, so everyone's salary last month was 1,500 yuan."
"However, I have already paid your personal income tax, which is 65 yuan per person, so your actual take-home pay is 1435 yuan."
Wang Peng was worried that they were evading taxes. It would be a huge loss if they got into serious trouble over 65 yuan.
After he finished speaking, he saw six astonished faces.
Li Kefan's eyes widened, Hong Tianhe's face turned red, Du Lei and Dong Shishi were breathing rapidly, and Song Lamei and Ma Guoming had tears in their eyes.
“Boss,” Song Lamei sniffled and choked up, “only when I work for you do I feel like a human being.”
"That's an exaggeration," Wang Peng waved his hand and said with a smile, "Mingzhu, let's pay everyone's wages."
Li Mingzhu immediately opened her handbag, took out 1,435 yuan, and placed it in Ma Guoming's hand.
"Ming-ge, buy a few pounds of meat for the family tomorrow, and get the kids some new clothes to improve our lives a bit," Li Mingzhu said with a smile.
It wasn't until he held the money in his hand that Kenneth Ma dared to believe it was real.
He used to work at Yonghong Supermarket. Although his monthly salary was 600 yuan, he never received 60 yuan.
My salary is deducted every month for various reasons. It's normal for it to be 30 or 50 yuan, but the most I've ever had is 120 yuan.
"Hey, hey, I'll go buy it tomorrow..." He couldn't hold back any longer and two streams of tears flowed down his cheeks.
"Don't get excited, just do your job well." Wang Peng patted him on the shoulder.
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