Zhou Taifu became a popular figure in Mingzhu City, and even reporters came to interview him, but no matter who came, he was rejected by Zhou Lao's shopkeeper. Old Zhou is an insider, so he won't let them find out anything.

The Zhou family sold New Year's paintings for three days in a row, and with the advent of the New Year's holiday, more and more people came to buy New Year's paintings, and the Zhou family couldn't receive so many people at all, so fortunately, the New Year's pictures booth was placed in the open space downstairs.

Jia Lei saw Chow Tai Fook sitting behind a table selling New Year's paintings from a distance, he was still wearing the same clothes as Fuwa specially customized by Jia Lei, and there was a red cloth on the table in front of him, and there were several plates of snacks and fruits on the cloth, which looked similar to the offering table in the temple from a distance.

There are too many people who come to buy it now, and it is impossible for Chow Tai Fook to say auspicious words to everyone, he is now just passively handing over the painting and saying Wishing you prosperity and prosperity, every year, early birth of a noble son and other auspicious words.

Jia Lei has been secretly watching it for two days, and his business of giving the statue of the God of Wealth is over. Since the 28th of the lunar month, there have been many followers in the business of giving statues to the God of Wealth, and they are mainly the children of the workers of the printing factory. The statue of the God of Wealth was still the defective product that Jia Lei had rejected at the beginning, probably taken directly from the factory.

The original died in the disorderly competition of the copycat!

Jia Lei's hard work to open up the new market was defeated by such a defective product that had almost no cost, and sometimes he only knocked on the door on his own side! The head of the household who opened the door already had several statues of the God of Wealth in his house, and at this time, he usually only gave three or five cents, which meant that everyone's income plummeted.

On the twenty-ninth day of the Lunar New Year, Jia Lei dismissed his first batch of employees, he settled the account for each person, did not deduct a penny, and divided the remaining statue of the God of Wealth into more than 20 pieces per person as a year-end bonus, and the children could get an extra twenty or thirty yuan after selling.

On the contrary, the business of the Zhou family is becoming more and more popular day by day, and Jia Lei has to be worried about hiding from XC for two days. But fortunately, he has a new image, and he no longer looks like a robber! Jia Lei got a picture of a case of tears in the wind, ran to the eye store, and put a pair of big black frames and flat lights, and wore a hat, mask, and neck every day, perfectly blending into the winter crowd.

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Two o'clock in the afternoon on the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

The Zhou family refused all the people who came to buy New Year's pictures at noon, and one of them came to Jia Lei's house in a police car driven by Li Chengyu with a rice bag on his back. Several people get together for one purpose -

Divide the money!

Jia Lei closed the curtains inside and outside the house, and locked the door of the house from the inside, ensuring that no idle people would disturb them.

Zhou Huiji was the first to pick up a bag and pour it on the table, countless banknotes rolled out in various shapes and rolled out on a hill piled up on the table, Zhou's mother covered her face with red eyes and cried quietly.

"The money is here! In the past two days, there have been a lot of people in the house, and there is no time or place to count the money, so the money is piled up. Zhou Huiji said.

Jia Lei didn't dare to ask the reason when he saw that except for Chow Tai Fook on the other side, it was estimated that something should have happened within the Zhou family.

"Everyone takes a bunch of money and sorts it out, and only the box is filled with money!" Jia Lei said, fortunately, there is no shortage of boxes in the family due to the recent welfare issued by the municipal party committee.

Jia Lei took a bunch of snacks, fruits, sugar cubes, and biscuits and put them on a plate for Chow Tai Fook to take out, so that he could eat while watching TV.

"It's fifty-six thousand nine hundred and eighty-five yuan in total!" said an hour later, the old shopkeeper Zhou pulled up the last abacus bead.

Jia Lei's face sank when he heard this number, and the faces of the Zhou family and his wife were not very good.

"How much is the difference, can you tell me how much?" Old Shopkeeper Zhou sighed and asked.

Jia Lei took the abacus and calculated the numbers in the account book in his hand, but it still didn't match the Zhou family.

"Uncle Zhou, Aunt Zhou, I don't doubt you, it's just that my brother still has to talk about it. Jia Lei thought about it and said.

"We understand, my ancestors have been a tax official for more than ten generations, and I have been the shopkeeper for decades! I don't know how much money I have ever had, but I still understand this rule!" said the old shopkeeper Zhou.

"That's a difference of 1,825 yuan!" Jia Lei said as he spread his account book of purchase on the table.

"How can there be so much money missing?" asked the Zhou family and his wife with a little surprise, but the old shopkeeper Zhou breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

"It's more than a thousand yuan less, and there is still salvation!" said the old shopkeeper Zhou with a little luck.

"Dad, you know that someone is stealing money, how can you let them do this?" Zhou Huiji stood up and asked in disbelief, and the old shopkeeper Zhou glanced at Jia Lei with the corner of his mouth.

Jia Lei glanced back at the old man with a little sympathy.

"Grandpa Zhou has a lot of miscellaneous people! When our business is so good and busy, it is inevitable that we will lack skills, and it is normal to collect less money and receive the wrong money. These are all necessary losses for doing business, don't you have to take it to heart, let's share it between the two families, each family recognizes nine hundred and one lines?" Jia Lei tried to give Zhou Lao's shopkeeper a round to fork the topic, and Zhou's mother felt that this idea was very good.

"There's no need to be so troublesome! The money has been put in my house since it was collected, and if the money is lost, it should be accompanied by our family. Old Zhou said.

"Grandpa Zhou's business this time, I didn't help except for a few purchases, and it was all thanks to Uncle Zhou's help and your whole family to support the business. I can't take advantage of your family!" Jia Lei said, he loves money, but he still has a bottom line and principles in life.

"What do you help, they will only add to the chaos!" said the old shopkeeper Zhou angrily.

"Dad, according to the rules, this money is indeed half shared by the family. Zhou Huiji said that he is also a principled person.

"Idiot!" the old shopkeeper Zhou angrily knocked him hard with a cigarette bag and pot.

"Well, what's good! Why can't we look at these bags of money in our family? Isn't it because the guards steal from themselves? There are many people, and everyone goes to help sell paintings and collect money, and it's not particularly easy for anyone to leave one or two pieces of money privately! I don't believe that you haven't seen this wooden head once?" said the old shopkeeper Zhou angrily.

Zhou Huiji lowered his head in shame, he had seen his sister-in-law and younger siblings casually put the money they received into his pocket when they collected the money. An uncle and brother was embarrassed to expose them for the sake of face, but every time the old shopkeeper Zhou saw this kind of thing, he would ask them to take out the money in their pockets and put it in the money box.

"Everyone helped for three days and collected some wages!" Jia Lei continued to make peace with the mud, which is almost a common problem of Chinese-style family businesses! By 2017, it was still a common newspaper, and it was a topic that gossip accounts chased all year round, which was really not a big deal! In his last life, he liked to read this kind of gossip the most.

"If you don't ask, you're a thief!" said the old shopkeeper Zhou.

Mother Zhou lowered her head and didn't help the concubines speak, just now when she and her husband went out with money pockets, several brothers and concubines came out to stop them from taking the money, and she also received a big slap from the second sister-in-law! If it weren't for the father-in-law who came out to carry the money in person, they would have to snatch the money back.

The Zhou family hasn't broken up yet!