"Old Li is lucky to have a boss like this. After all, no one would hire an eighty-year-old man. We all know that the boss wants us to survive and have a home."
The blogger was greatly shocked after hearing this.
When he arrived, he noticed that the store had many more employees than at the beginning of the year.
According to his estimate, that many people shouldn't be needed.
But now, the old master's words have enlightened him.
Perhaps there wasn't a need for so many employees in the first place, nor did the boss need so many skilled craftsmen. If the other party wanted to make money, there would be a lower-cost way. He guessed that most of the money the boss earned might have been spent on these people.
Just then, the blogger suddenly saw a petite girl wearing a mask walk in, followed by a male employee in the store's uniform, who was talking incessantly behind the girl as they walked.
The blogger instinctively pointed the camera at the two of them.
Finally, the male employee said, "I've checked everything. This month's revenue is 100,000 more than last month's. Tell me, isn't that thanks to me?"
Then he added, "Is it too much to raise my salary from 8,000 to 80,000?"
Not to mention the girl next to him wanted to hit him, even the blogger himself felt like going up to him and asking, "Where's your face?"
The key point is that the young man had no idea how explosive his words were.
At this moment, the live stream chat was flooded with comments, all expressing that the boss would absolutely not give the other party a raise.
Not long after, the comments section suddenly changed, with many people saying that the person next to the young man looked a lot like Wen Li.
Warm pears?
The blogger thought about it carefully and realized that this was a very popular female celebrity in the past year.
Thinking this, the young boss looked over directly.
The blogger's camera trembled, and he quickly explained, "Sorry, I'm live streaming. If you don't want to be on camera, I'll move away immediately."
Wen Li paused for a moment, then shook her head: "No need."
After saying that, Wen Li walked over and said, "I am the owner of this store. There are rules in the store that allow live streaming."
Malicious filming and harmless filming convey completely different things.
The blogger in front of me was about thirty years old, tall, and had a friendly face. It was obvious at a glance that he wasn't there to cause trouble.
Perhaps seeing Wen Li's easygoing nature, the blogger mustered up the courage to say, "Netizens always thought this shop was run by a middle-aged person, but they didn't expect the owner to be so young."
Although the mask covered most of her face, you could tell from her eyebrows and eyes that she wasn't very old.
The blogger glanced at the rapidly scrolling comments, many of whom were saying that the young boss's voice sounded very similar to Wen Li's.
The blogger's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the young boss in front of him was really Wen Li?
"Can I ask you something?" the blogger asked nervously and apprehensively.
Wen Li nodded without any hesitation.
The blogger became even more nervous, his large fingers gripping the side of his pants, and asked the question that hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live stream were thinking: "Are you Wen Li?"
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