[The following is purely apocryphal, do not bring it into reality]

When Rui Mengmeng fried the fried potatoes and ham sausages that Yelin requested, it was already ten minutes later.

"Bring it to the guests at Table 1 and try it."

Yelin took out a bamboo skewer from the bamboo stick box on the counter and inserted a piece of potato into his mouth, which was full of color and flavor, and was not very cooked, and was very well controlled, and then picked up the ham sausage that had not been put into the pepper next to him and tasted it, satisfying his appetite, and stretched out his finger to Zhao Xin, who had eaten for half an hour next to him, and had not finished eating.

I really don't understand Zhao Xin's goods, I ate something for twenty yuan, and I ate it for nearly forty minutes.

It can't be that you like Rui Mengmeng, right?

If you let Zhao Xin know Yelin's guess, you will definitely scold your mother, Lao Tzu is spying on you for misdeeds.

"Don't don't, my twenty dollars is enough."

Zhao Xin, who was listening attentively next to him, heard the words and hurriedly waved his hand to refuse.

Joke.

Want to trick me?

There are no doors, I really don't think I know the darkness of society.

You said let me taste it, but you didn't ask me to pay for it later.

"I'm in for a treat."

Yelin's sickly white face appeared strange, and he didn't want anything to be sent cheaply.

This shouldn't be the letter I remembered.

But his hairstyle and appearance, he shouldn't be mistaken.

"Boss, this is what you said, don't let me pay for this plate later."

Zhao Xin said vigilantly.

Nowadays, some merchants say that they are giving you a taste, but in the end they actually ask you to pay.

Damn, disgusting batch, he was afraid that he would also meet such a shameless businessman.

"Do you think I look like I'm short of money? Selling potatoes at the original price, your plate of potatoes is 10 yuan outside, but what about me? 2 pieces, cost price, not counting fuel costs, electricity costs, seasonings. ”

"Erguotou was bought by me in the supermarket, 15 yuan a bottle, your peanuts 3 yuan a plate, did I make money? And I turned on the air conditioner for you, aren't these electricity bills? Did I collect any money? ”

Hearing this, Yelin almost came out from behind the counter and gave Zhao Xin two big mouths.

Ten yuan a plate of fried potatoes outside, the cost price is 4 yuan, and the hard money is 6 yuan, and what about me here?

2 yuan, how many times cheaper, don't you count *?

And people's stalls are in the open dam, but mine is in the store, and there is an air conditioner to blow for you.

Am I making money?

“emmm……”

Zhao Xin couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, and thought about it carefully.

Saying.

This stupid boss who is holding a broken book to read, shouldn't it be some brain-dead rich second generation who came to experience life?

Selling things like this is a blood loss.

"That's, that's ......"

Rui Mengmeng heard Yelin and Zhao Xin's words, couldn't help swallowing dryly, and put down the fried potatoes and the ham sausage that the boss asked Zhao Xin to serve, and looked at Yelin uncertainly.

If I don't make money, then where will my salary come from after I successfully apply?

"How much do you get paid per month?"

Seeing Rui Mengmeng's worried gaze, Yelin put down the book on the human meridians and acupoints he had just picked up, and looked at the embarrassed Rui Mengmeng.

You only have more than 6,000 yuan after deducting taxes from your ten times salary, do I say anything about hundreds of thousands of dollars a month?

"If you deduct the tax, it's only less than 520 yuan." Rui Mengmeng was nervous and didn't dare to look directly at Yelin, and said with her head down.

"How many hours a day?" Yelin shook his head, picked up his book again, and continued to browse through his books.

He also thought that Rui Mengmeng's salary was thousands, tens of thousands.

If it's only a few hundred dollars, he says he can still afford it.

"Five, five hours." Rui Mengmeng lowered her head and secretly skimmed Yelin, not knowing why he asked like this.

"If you calculate 30 days a month, then you have to work 150 hours, and the result is only 520 yuan, what is the tax? If I'm not mistaken, the personal income tax does not reach 1000, or 1500 yuan, is there no need to deduct taxes? ”

Yelin recalled it in his mind and counted it, and said.

What taxes are levied if they do not meet the standard of personal income tax?

Who decides?

I must have been deceived.

"I was definitely deceived by someone, although I am a little gangster who does not learn and has no skills, and likes to fight unevenly, but I also know the standard of personal income tax, working about 150 hours a month, and the result is only a few hundred yuan, not to mention, I have to deduct taxes, what kind of black-hearted boss have you encountered."

When Zhao Xin heard Rui Mengmeng's words, he was also angry.

How can there be such a boss, who is so shameless.

"Ahem."

Suddenly, a slight look of pain appeared on Yelin's sickly white face, cold sweat flowed from his forehead, and he hurriedly took out the medicine in the drawer of the counter, and poured out two pills and put them in his mouth with a trembling hand.

"Boss, are you alright?" Seeing Yelin, who was in an emergency, Rui Mengmeng, who was a little timid, hurriedly poured a glass of warm water and handed it to him.

And Zhao Xin didn't eat anymore, and said nervously: "This boss, do you need me to call an ambulance for you?" ”

After slowing down for a few minutes, he finally relieved Yelin, stood up with his support on the counter, waved his hand and said, "Don't bother the doctor, I'm sick." ”

"Well, I'll hire you, but I'm not going to give you a fixed salary every month, I'm open here for two hours a day, and I'll give you 15 yuan per hour, what do you think?"

Yelin didn't expect that he would get sick at this time, but fortunately this time he brought medicine, and the Tai Chi Sutra was also in operation at any time, so that his condition was not so serious, and then looked at Rui Mengmeng and said.

"Damn, boss, you're scared to death." Zhao Xin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Yelin was fine, and then walked back to his table to eat the food that was about to be cold.

"Really? Boss? ”

Hearing this, Rui Mengmeng asked excitedly.

It's great to work two hours a day, that's thirty dollars, and I still have extra time to study.

Working 60 hours a month, 60*15=900 yuan, it seems that there is no tax deduction?

Isn't that a little unreal?

"Do you think I'm joking? No, there's a guest. ”

Yelin smiled, and then stretched out his hand and pointed at the man who walked in outside, this person he didn't know, and he definitely wasn't some future super soldier.

"What do guests need to come to the counter here, there is no waiter in our store, after all, they sell things at cost price, and they can't afford to rent a waiter."

Yelin beckoned to the incoming guest, motioning for him to come and get some food.

And when Zhao Xin heard Yelin's words, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, and he also squirted out the second pot head just after taking a sip.

Boss, are you serious about talking nonsense like this?

Did you eat the child-faced Lori who just spent 15 yuan per hour to recruit?