Dressed until the male god was young

For the other family, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

After listening to Lu Ning's ins and outs, although Song Chunmei and Fang Zhigang didn't faint from fright, they were not much better than fainting.

Song Chunmei looked at the rental contract and business license her son put on the coffee table, and it was her name on it.

She also looked at the envelope of money that Zhou Jiayu handed over - she was very familiar with this money, she had counted it and handed it to the other party in the past few days.

She only felt that her mind was blank, because this matter was completely beyond her imagination.

After some time, she suddenly grabbed her husband's arm and said loudly, "Old Fang, pinch me to see if I'm dreaming."

Fang Zhigang pinched her very cooperatively: "You pinch me too."

After the two pinched each other hard, the pain from the body confirmed that they were not a dream.

"You let me smooth it out." Song Chunmei took a deep breath, raised her hand to try to calm herself down, "Ningning, you said that you took the money that your uncle Fang was going to send to the factory manager out of the cigarette case, and opened the car behind our backs. Mei Kee?"

Lu Ning nodded with a smile: "I don't want to watch you guys send the money out for nothing. But the store can be opened thanks to Brother Jiayu's help."

Song Chunmei asked again: "So the current situation is that the 3000 yuan was not wasted, but turned into a restaurant? Meiji was not opened by Jiayu, but our restaurant?"

Zhou Jiayu answered with a smile: "Aunt Song, don't blame Lu Ning for hiding it from you. He doesn't want you to be frightened. He is going to tell you when the shop is on track."

Lu Ning nodded: "I just got my business license today. I just came back and saw that you were frowning about being laid off, so I told you quickly so that you won't worry about money."

Zhou Jiayu looked at the family of three, and after confirming that there would be no shocking accidents, he stood up and said goodbye with a smile: "Aunt Song, Uncle Fang, this is the end of my task, you all work hard, I wish Meiji's business more and more boom."

Song Chunmei was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses, and hurriedly got up to see him off: "Oh, thank you for your help, otherwise Ningning would have no idea what would have happened."

Zhou Jiayu smiled: "We are just doing our best, and the idea is all Lu Ning's idea." He looked at Lu Ning meaningfully, and said, "I didn't mean Aunt Song, your little sister Ning Ning Brain melon, ordinary people really can't compare."

Lu Ning: "..." Thank you for your compliment!

After sending Zhou Jiayu away, Song Chunmei quickly closed the door, pulled Lu Ning back to the sofa, bluffed and patted him on the shoulder twice, his face was tangled up, and he didn't know whether he wanted to cry or laugh: "You child , don’t discuss such a big matter with us!”

Lu Ning said: "I'll discuss with you, will you use the gift money to go to the store?"

Song Chunmei and Fang Zhigang looked at each other and touched their noses in unison.

Lu Ning held his mother's arm: "Mom, don't think too much, just manage the store well in the future. You are the boss of Meiji now. There are not enough staff in the store. If uncle is really laid off, just go to the store here to help."

Fang Zhigang smiled and said: "I don't have much work on hand now, and I will go to the store to help from tomorrow."

Song Chunmei finally calmed down a little, picked up the business license on the table, looked at her name on it, touched it fondly, took out the money in the envelope, and counted it carefully.The total is two thousand and four, and there are hundreds of money and change in the store to pay for the ingredients.

She counted it several times, then silently calculated in her heart, and asked in disbelief, "Ningning, do you think I made a mistake? If the daily revenue is [-], it will be [-] a month. After removing the materials Cost and labor, at least five or six thousand can be earned, right? Wouldn’t we be able to become a million-dollar household in two months?”

Although [-]-yuan households are not too rare in this era, the other family is still unimaginable.

Lu Ning nodded: "Well, I have applied for the installation of the phone, and it should be installed in a few days. When the time comes to start the delivery business, the turnover should be more."

"How much more?!" Song Chunmei was shocked.

Lu Ning said: "But the restaurant relies on the source of students, so it will be deserted during the winter and summer vacations."

Song Chunmei said disapprovingly, "You can earn several thousand a month, so it doesn't matter if you take a break for a few months."

Lu Ning smiled secretly, in business, if you don't advance, you will retreat, but this is just the beginning, when you get rich, your mother's eyes will naturally open, so he didn't say anything else.

And Song Chunmei just thought of something, and suddenly asked seriously: "You have been doing this for a while, so you won't fall behind in your studies, right?"

Lu Ning said with a smile: "Don't worry, I just took the monthly exam, and I was still the first in the school. In fact, I didn't spend much time, it was Brother Jiayu and the others who helped." Speaking of this, he thought for a while, and said, "By the way, Mom , Dajun helped us build a table decoration shop before, and he didn’t want a penny of my wages for him. Brother Jiayu and Sanpang have also been helping. You are an elder, and you will pack a big red envelope for each of them later. You are an elder, they Will not accept it."

Song Chunmei clicked her tongue: "These children! Don't worry, I will definitely give each of them a big red envelope."

This thing finally came to an end.

Lu Ning had fulfilled his wish and could continue to concentrate on preparing for the college entrance examination.

Just one point, which gave her a headache, because Song Chunmei was more generous to his son after she turned into a boss. Every day, she piled up all kinds of nutritional supplements at home for free.

Fortunately, he has a good tablemate Tian Feng who never refuses to come and help him consume these things.After a period of time, Tian, ​​who was thin and yellow-skinned, became rosy and plump.

Song Chunmei, who became the boss, worked harder. Apart from berating Fang Qiu at the three-foot stove every day, the happiest thing was when the store was closed at night to check the turnover of the day.

After the first month, Meiji's business turnover was 5000 yuan. After deducting the cost, he made nearly [-] yuan. After paying the credit for the freezer and refrigerator, there were more than [-] yuan left.

In previous years, Song Chunmei and Fang Zhigang saved less than 1000 yuan a year.

She picked a convenient day and gave Zhou Jiayu three people a red envelope of 500 yuan each.Sure enough, as Lu Ning expected, the three of them did not refuse the elder's red envelope.

It was the final exam in a blink of an eye, and it was no surprise that Lu Ning was the first in his grade, with a total score of 2 points higher than No.[-] Tian Feng.

For the first time in his life, head teacher Sun Yulong had a bold idea—maybe he could have a Beijing University in his life!

It was at this time that the list of laid-off workers from the machinery factory was released.

A total of 300 people were laid off in this group, accounting for one-tenth of the total number of people on duty.

For a time, the factory was full of mourners.

How many workers count on this job to support their families. In the era when the market economy is far from developed, it is extremely difficult to find a job. Laid-off is not just as simple as the workers losing a job, but the loss of a job. took their food.

Fang Zhigang's name is naturally listed.

Seeing the list, the couple secretly rejoiced and vowed in their hearts that they must manage the restaurant well and live up to their son's painstaking efforts.

They still don't know at the moment that Meiji is not only the way out for them to be laid off, but also the starting point for Meiji, one of the top ten chain catering brands in the country in the future.

In the evening of that day, Lu Ning came back from school, and as soon as he entered the gate of the factory, several people stopped a Crown car.

He had seen that car before, when Guo Zhiwei's mother went to the parent-teacher meeting, this was the car she took.

After the car was stopped, a man with a big belly got down from the back seat of the car, angrily pointed at the people around the car, and said loudly: "The layoff is to reduce the burden on the country, and it is an order from above. What's the use of stopping me?" ? If you have the ability, you go on

visit?See if anyone cares about you? "

Someone yelled angrily: "Guo Jianyang! You are pocketing your own money, you are nepotism, and your relatives and friends are all doing nothing with their salaries. You don't let them be laid off, let us lay off the workers. I'm going to sue you!"

"Guo Jianyang! Return the money we gave you!"

The man who was blocked was naturally Guo Jianyang, the director of Yunjiang Machinery Factory.

He took out a few envelopes from his briefcase and threw them on them: "Who cares about your broken money, take it and go away! You can sue me, okay! Go if you have evidence, I want to see Do you have this ability?"

When several people hurriedly picked up the money to check whose it belonged to, Guo Jianyang had already snorted coldly, turned back to the car, and drove away.

Lu Ning, who witnessed the whole process from the side, curled his lips, thinking that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.

He was about to continue walking back when he suddenly realized that something was wrong. He turned his head and saw Zhou Jiayu leaning against a tree with his fists folded, with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, with his usual cynical expression on his face.

It's already the twelfth lunar month of winter, and he still only wears denim clothes, which is a typical style that only cares about demeanor but not temperature.

Seeing Lu Ning looking towards him, he turned his eyes away from the laid-off workers, smiled at him, and sighed: "It's a pity that they are not as lucky as Uncle Fang."

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I have a day off tomorrow, I want to save some manuscripts, but I don’t want to save them.