Chapter Eighty-Eight: Deceiving the Ninth Uncle
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After a long time, Tu Jian replied.
The world is originally very beautiful, and the evil characters who suddenly appear will do many evil things to destroy this beauty.
Wei Chong was full of regrets, if he had slaughtered Tu Jian and Wan Qi Qingyun in the first place, there would be no need for such a disaster to occur all the time.
In fact, he also understood that even if he knew that this would be the case in the future, he would not dare to kill people at that time.
In peacetime, killing people for the first time is not as simple as cutting cabbage.
Now if you want to kill Tu Jian, you must first find the stunt to crack the oil on the soles of Tu Jian's feet, otherwise, no matter what the circumstances, Tu Jian can apply oil on the soles of his feet and easily escape.
For lunch, all the buns prepared yesterday were sold.
Wei Chong and the others left the store and went to the Bai family's compound, leaving Yu Xuanji and Ji Ji and others to chop stuffing and noodles in the store.
Fang Xiaofeng was also left behind, helping with the work, feeling that he was being abused, but he didn't even help his mother, and the whole world was cold.
Back in the Bai family's compound, Bai Nishang came to Wei Chong's room.
She sat on the chair, put the ledger on the table, and said with a smile: "Wei Chong, I just have time today, let's reconcile the accounts." ā
Reconciliation?
Wei Chong looked at her puzzled and asked, "What account?"
"It's the accounts in the store for the past two months!" Bai Nishang said and opened the account book, from the total turnover to the cost to the profit, she remembered everything clearly.
Wei Chong's scalp tingled when he heard this, and he was tortured by those numbers to the point that he didn't look like a man, but he didn't interrupt Bai Nishang, who felt so serious, was even more charming.
In the end, Bai Nishang said: "After excluding the wages given to the rest, the total profit left is 415,700 yuan. ā
Can you earn so much in two months?
This is still under the condition of being suppressed by Yu Xuanji, and now that Yu Xuanji is also under his command, the income in the future will only get higher and higher.
"We originally said that the good thing was four six, you six and I four, so ......"
Before Bai Nishang could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Wei Chong.
Wei Chong smiled: "It's not fair to divide it like this, the business in the store has always been yours, and I only occasionally take a hand, so it's better for you to be six or four!"
Bai Nishang knew in her heart that she had already taken a big advantage by taking forty percent, if it weren't for Wei Chong's red envelope skills and the ability to make delicious red envelopes, the business in the store would not have been so popular.
In today's society, cutting-edge technology is the most valuable, and as for labor, it is very cheap.
Wei Chong saw that Bai Nishang insisted on this, and said: "If you have to do this, then you have to count the money I earned from the hexagram into the profits we want to share." ā
"It's absolutely not going to work. "Bai Nishang has its own principles.
Wei Chong was speechless, sooner or later it will be a family, what is yours is mine, and what is mine is yours, why bother fighting so much.
But Wei Chong still insisted on dividing it into fifty or fifty, Bai Nishang couldn't help it, so she had to agree, but she thought in her heart that she would save the extra one percent for Wei Chong, maybe Wei Chong would have an emergency in the future.
After settling the account, Bai Nishang turned her head to look out the window and sighed: "It's almost the Red Envelope Festival, there are a lot of tourists at that time, we still have to take care of some temporary workers, otherwise we won't be busy." ā
Seeing autumn, the maple leaves on Hongbao Mountain gradually turned red, and it was also the day of the Red Envelope Festival in Hongbao Town.
This is the biggest annual event in the Red Envelope Town, with countless tourists, and the Red Envelope Festival will be held for a week, so all walks of life can take advantage of this opportunity to make a lot of money.
Wei Chong smiled: "You can do these things, I am only responsible for finding good ingredients." ā
Bai Nishang smiled and nodded, with high-quality ingredients, even ordinary buns, which are also very delicious.
The super red envelope shop has begun to make a profit, and it is time to return Uncle Nine's money to Uncle Nine.
Wei Chong called Uncle Jiu, who was speechless with joy, and in less than an hour, he rushed to Hongbao Town.
In the past two days, Uncle Nine was about to be driven crazy by money, and he was about to ask Wei Chong for debts, but he didn't expect Wei Chong to have a little conscience, and he immediately thought of returning it to him after making money.
Wei Chong transferred 100,000 yuan to Uncle Nine in person, and then said speechlessly: "Uncle Nine, you don't need to make this trip at all." ā
When it comes to transferring an account, you have to come over and face to face, Uncle Jiu's concept is really old.
After Uncle Nine received the money, he smiled happily, but soon turned sad and sighed: "Actually, I have something to do and want to ask you for help." ā
"What's the matter?" Wei Chong asked.
"Give me a hexagram. "Uncle Nine is a little embarrassed.
In the past, he looked down on Wei Chong as a fortune teller, but now he took the initiative to come to Wei Chong to tell the fortune, which is undoubtedly a great torture for him who has a good face.
Wei Chong saw that Uncle Jiu's health value was very high, and most of them had encountered other troubles, so he said: "Of course, you can count 100 yuan a day, WeChat red envelope payment, no exceptions." ā
Uncle Nine hesitated and said, "Look, I plan to count it for a year, can it be cheaper?"
Wei Chong said: "Uncle Nine, I rely on this to eat, this can't be cheap." ā
Uncle Nine pinched his fingers and said: "One hundred a day, if you count it for a year, it will take thirty-six thousand five, Wei Chong, Wei Chong, you are too dark, other fortune tellers, you only need a hundred yuan for a lifetime!"
Is this comparable?
Wei Chong was too lazy to say, and said, "Uncle Jiu, then you can find another hexagram master!"
"Don't. Uncle Nine was helpless, trembling and giving Wei Chong a red envelope.
A few finger clicks, it will cost tens of thousands, and Uncle Jiu's heart is about to break.
Receiving the red envelope, Wei Chong was completely stunned, the super red envelope did not give Uncle Jiu's fortune in the coming year, only said that Uncle Jiu's fate was unpredictable.
With the eyes of the gods, you can only see the health value of Uncle Jiu, and you can't see more, there is no doubt that Uncle Jiu is a master of the world.
Wei Chong was quite embarrassed, but he couldn't tell the truth to Uncle Jiu, he just said, "Uncle Jiu, in the next year, you are really fateful!"
Uncle Nine said with a sad face: "You still need to say this, otherwise why would I ask you to tell a fortune?" Tell me quickly, what should I do to avoid this catastrophe?"
"Wear a hard hat made of space alloy and green in color. Wei Chong said nonsense.
"That's it?" Uncle Nine looked at Wei Chong in surprise, his eyes full of disbelief.
Wei Chong's face was solemn, and he nodded: "But that space alloy is not easy to get, and the helmet can't be too thin, and a lot of it is needed." ā
Uncle Nine thanked him and turned to leave.
After fooling around like this, he deceived Uncle Nine of more than 30,000 yuan, and Wei Chong's conscience was a little unwilling.
Maybe the money should be returned to Uncle Nine, but when the store was transferred, Uncle Nine made a big concession.
Bang.
It was evening, and suddenly there was a loud noise in the sky, which shook the red envelope mountain as if it were trembling.
What's wrong?
Wei Chong looked up and was surprised to see a bolt of lightning falling from mid-air, straight towards the Ninth Uncle who was walking away.