The boss was quite frank, and then boasted, "My machine is very powerful. It can shrink things down to the smallest size. As long as the text is clear enough, you will definitely be satisfied with the shrunk result."
Wang Dazhuang found these words very familiar, because his boss had said exactly the same thing yesterday, even his expression was exactly the same.
But boss, could you please not change your attitude so drastically? They are, after all, the flowers of our motherland, and we cannot allow them to be harmed.
Li Lechen, having never met this boss before, felt more awkward than Wang Dazhuang and subconsciously reached out to touch his glasses.
"Click!"
A photograph was generated instantly, flashing by.
Fortunately, I have these glasses, so I can pretend I'm not myself.
The boss then boasted, "It's not me. The photocopying quality is absolutely top-notch. It's just that your eyesight is bad and you can't see clearly. It's definitely not because my machine is bad and can't make copies."
"Cough cough!"
Li Lechen was getting impatient and thought to himself: Boss, aren't you very busy? I see you have several ID cards in your hand, and there are a lot of people waiting here. Can you shut up and get to work?
The work couldn't stop, but the boss could multitask. While placing a new ID card on the machine, he continued, "Cheating these days requires high technology. If you really relied on copying, you could fill your thighs with scribbles and still not get a passing grade. Your approach is absolutely correct."
As soon as he finished speaking, a photocopy of the ID card came out of the photocopier. The shop owner casually handed the photocopy and the original to a short man sitting to the side: "Two yuan."
"Cough cough cough!"
Li Lechen was extremely embarrassed, but he pretended to be calm and adjusted his glasses again.
"Click!"
Another photo was taken, flashing by in an instant.
"I've already put the money here!" The short man, who had already put the money into the box full of cash, raised his voice slightly to remind the shopkeeper.
It was only two yuan; no one would renege on their debt. Besides, even if they did renege, it would cost the owner almost nothing. So he didn't care at all.
The short man then left the copy shop.
"And one more thing..."
"Boss!" Li Lechen finally couldn't help but interrupt his boss, who kept accusing him of "cheating," "If you're still busy here, we'll come over later."
"No, no, no! It'll be ready soon, it'll be ready soon!"
The boss was quick-witted and immediately realized he had talked too much. He quickly photocopied the two remaining ID cards in his hand and prepared to take on the "big order".
"Boss, can you make change for fifty yuan?" a young man asked after receiving a photocopy of his ID card.
"There are twenty-yuan and ten-yuan notes in the box, find them yourself."
The boss said, "I've already started resetting the copier. Because I don't do miniaturization much, I'm still a bit rusty."
But then the young man replied, "I only have change left, how about I pay you via WeChat?"
"Hmm, that works too..."
Suddenly, the boss felt something was wrong.
That's right, business was good today, but not everyone put in change. He personally saw someone put in a 20-yuan note; that person had photocopied a stack of documents, totaling 18 yuan, so they received 2 yuan in change. Others put in 10-yuan notes and also received change themselves.
Therefore, in this box where money is kept, there will at least, definitely, absolutely be a twenty-yuan note and a ten-yuan note.
But the reality is, the money box really only contained loose change, just one-yuan coins; there wasn't even a five-yuan note.
So the question is, where did the money go?
If someone makes a photocopy but doesn't pay, losing two yuan isn't a big deal, but losing thirty yuan or more out of nowhere is really painful for the boss.
You know, when business was bad, I could chat with a customer who only spent three yuan for a long time. Now I've lost thirty yuan. The contrast is even more painful.
"Who stole the money from the box!" the boss roared.
The word "steal" immediately elevated this matter to the level of a criminal case, or at least a case of administrative punishment.
To paraphrase Confucius, do not do evil. Someone who can steal thirty dollars today might kill for thirty million tomorrow.
Therefore, we absolutely cannot turn a blind eye to this kind of surreptitious behavior!
Those present were somewhat bewildered, but then quickly shook their heads in denial.
"I didn't take it!"
"I was just about to pay."
"I came here to print something, and I didn't even touch this money box."
"Could it be that someone stole it before and then ran away?"
"With so many people, how would anyone know who it is?"
"How much money did the boss lose? If it's a lot, we should call the police."
"Could it be a mistake? Aren't all the people here from the district? Who would do something like this for a few dozen yuan?"
"Yeah, it's only a few dozen yuan. If you get caught red-handed, how can you face anyone?"
"I don't think I've ever seen any large bills in this box, just small change, right?"
"I never paid attention to this money box."
...
The people in the copy shop were all talking amongst themselves, and naturally no one would admit to taking the money. In fact, many even thought the owner had made a mistake and that no money had actually been lost.
Of course, it's not their own money that's being lost, so those who talk about it don't feel the pain.
But the boss was convinced! He really had been robbed!
Should we call the police?
You could call the police to find out how much money was lost, but they won't come out themselves.
Aren't you going to call the police?
They really did lose money, but they just don't know exactly how much.
This made me even more conflicted.
This put Wang Dazhuang in a difficult position. He wanted to tell his boss to take it easy, but seeing that his boss seemed more conflicted than sad, he felt that using the idiom might be inappropriate. So he could only say, "Boss, let's get ours first."
But the boss was so caught up in his dilemma that he couldn't pull himself out of it and didn't do anything.
Now, Wang Dazhuang was in a dilemma.
Let's continue; this boss is a bit obsessed right now.
If we don't continue, when will we come for microfilming?
You know, school starts soon, and the first thing is a mock exam. But copying isn't the end of the story; you need to familiarize yourself with the material beforehand, otherwise you won't be able to find it on the day.
Wang Dazhuang then looked at Li Lechen to see his attitude.
What met his eyes was an even more conflicted look behind Li Lechen's black-rimmed glasses, so conflicted that he was almost cross-eyed.
What's going on?
Indeed, Li Lechen discovered something.
The thought that someone had just stolen his money flashed through his mind, and then a photograph immediately came to mind.
In the photo, a short man reaches into the money box and grabs a handful of banknotes. Among the banknotes, twenty-yuan notes, ten-yuan notes, and a few one-yuan notes are clearly visible.
Such a large handful, it certainly wasn't meant to be put down as money.
So there's only one possibility: he took the money from the money box while everyone was focused on the boss's "cheating" or something.
That's absolutely shameless!
Just for a few dozen yuan!
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