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"Grandpa, I'm thinking about adopting a joint-stock system in our restaurant."

Jiang Mi held a bowl of kelp soup and drank it slowly, watching everyone's reactions while talking.

"What kind of shareholding law?" Yang Bokang felt strange when he heard it. The two thick eyebrows couldn't help but raise.

At this time, the large and small restaurants on the streets of Qingcheng are basically state-owned enterprises, and the employees are holding iron rice bowls, and the profits and losses of the hotel have nothing to do with individuals, so everyone's enthusiasm is very poor, and the service attitude is not very good. Only those sporadic individual small restaurants have a good service attitude, but I haven't heard about the small restaurant to get any joint-stock system.

"I plan to turn the assets of our upcoming hotel into 100% equity, and at the end of the year, we will distribute dividends to everyone according to the equity ratio."

Jiang Mi wanted to make everyone understand as much as possible, "It's like saying that I give me 10% of the shares of my milk, and at the end of the year, I will give my milk a 10% dividend according to the profit of the restaurant." Usually, I am paid a monthly salary according to my grandmother's workload. ”

"Good! This is good! Yang Bokang actually didn't understand too much.

However, children know how to respect the elderly, which is a good virtue worthy of praise.

Mrs. Jiang was a little dizzy by this head-on pie, and shook her hand again and again: "Don't, don't, you just give your milk some pocket money." It's dividends and wages, what do our family do when they talk about foreign words. ”

"Milk, I'm just making an analogy." Jiang Mi said with a smile.

"Oh, for example." The flush on Mrs. Jiang's face was instantly replaced by embarrassment.

Li Jiahang raised his head from his rice bowl and glanced at Jiang Mi with a smile in his eyes.

Why did he think that Jiang Mi was deliberately teasing Mrs. Jiang.

"For example, if Air Canada is now serving in the army, and the army is given an allowance, he will not be paid, but only 10% of the shares." Jiang Mi said again.

Li Jiahang frowned and looked at Jiang Mi innocently.

I thought to myself, why did you even flirt with me?

However, with the experience of Mrs. Jiang's past, Li Jiahang was not excited or silent.

I only heard Jiang Mi say it again. "My grandfather also only has 10% of the shares, and Xiao Yuer is now in school, and he only has 10% of the shares."

"So, where am I? Jiang Mi, you can't forget your sister'......" Although Jiang Duo didn't get off the kang to eat with everyone, he kept listening attentively to the movements below.

Hearing that Jiang Mi was giving her milk again, and it was for her grandfather, and even Li Jiahang and Jiang Xiaoyu had a share, although they didn't understand what this share was, they deeply felt that Jiang Mi couldn't let him skip taxes.

"My sister 10%, my mother 20%, I 25%." Jiang Mi continued.

"Isn't that 5% left? To whom does that 5% go? Although Jiang Duo is pregnant with a belly, her brain is not stupid, and as soon as Jiang Mi finished speaking, she calculated that there was still 5% missing.

"The remaining 5% will be given to Aunt Zhao." Jiangmi Road.

"What? To Aunt Zhao? The table and the table were all surprised.

Aunt Zhao saw that everyone had put down their chopsticks and was about to pack up the leftovers in the kitchen, when she heard Jiang Mi say this, she couldn't react.

Mrs. Jiang's lips moved, although she disagreed, but seeing that Yang Bokang didn't speak, she didn't dare to speak.

Jiang Duo was young and vigorous, and said in a harsh voice: "Isn't Aunt Zhao hired by our family?" Who has to give dividends to the nanny when they make a deal? ”

"Yes, yes, Jiangmi, I'll just cook and do housework, just give me a salary, I don't want any dividends."

Aunt Zhao had already thought about it during this time, thinking that Jiang Mi's family treated her well, her salary was high, she had free food and accommodation, and basically she didn't have to pay for anything by herself. When you get old and can't do anything, you can probably save a lot of money. When the time comes, go to a nursing home.

Or a step-nephew to send the old man to the end. She could not count on her mother's family when she had no money, and if she had a large sum of money, her mean sister-in-law would surely agree to give her one of her four sons in order to inherit her property.

"Auntie, you can just take what you give it. My mom is not in good health now, and when my mom is in good health, you can also go to the front restaurant to help cook. If you wish, I intend to keep you in my house for the rest of your life. When you can't move, my brother and my sister will provide for you. ”

Jiang Mi's words suddenly moved Aunt Zhao's eyes red. She didn't think she could stay in this house until she was old.

Seeing Aunt Zhao wipe her tears with the back of her hand, Yang Bokang couldn't bear it, so he quickly took out the handkerchief in his pocket, handed it over and said, "Wipe, don't cry, it's a big deal." Just listen to this girl's arrangement. When you and I are old, let their sisters and brothers provide for their old age. ”

The old cadre said that there were many meanings. Jiang Mi looked at her grandfather and laughed.

Yang Bokang raised his hand and slapped Jiang Mi on the head and said, "Why, if you are a little girl in love, you will not be happy for my old man to find a wife." ”

"Daddy? You, you mean? Li Lamei finally came back at this time. looked at her father in surprise, and forgot to give Aunt Zhao, who was also stunned.

"Ah, I've got a crush on you Aunt Zhao. Big sister, I have to ask you to be a matchmaker. ”

Yang Bokang didn't blush at all, and reached out to tuck a lock of hair stuck to his forehead behind his ear for Aunt Zhao.

Mrs. Jiang is a very good person, as soon as she saw Yang Bokang's demeanor, and then looked at Aunt Zhao's shy answer, she knew that these two people were afraid that they would already be interesting, so she patted her thigh happily and said, "This is a great joy!" This ready-made matchmaker I do! I do! But big brother, although we are a family, this pig's head thanks to the matchmaker can't be saved! ”

"Don't save, don't save!" Yang Bokang laughed, his face full of spirit. Because of his good complexion, he looks extraordinarily young, looking like he is in his forties.

Jiang Mi looked at it and felt that something was not quite right. Where did her grandfather's gray hair on sideburns go?

"Grandpa, are you dyed your hair?"

Jiang Mi wanted to remind the old cadres that dyeing their hair is not good for their health. Unexpectedly, the old cadre was surprised: "Dye your hair, what kind of hair?" ”

"I remember you had a lot of gray hairs on your head, and you don't feel like you have a few left. If you don't dye your hair, is it a rejuvenation? ”

"Tsk, little girl, what are you talking about." The old cadre didn't care a little, thinking that his granddaughter was making fun of him.

I don't want Li Lamei to look at her father's hair, and she was also a little surprised: "Dad, really, your white hair is basically gone!" Little fish, bring a mirror, take a mirror to your grandfather! ”

Jiang Xiaoyu was fighting with a piece of pig's trotters as a typical example of a full stomach and eyes, and when he heard his mother say hello, he quickly put the pig's trotters into the bowl, picked up a rag and wiped his oily hands casually, and went to the back room to take out the mirror that Li Lamei used to comb her hair.

Yang Bokang was obviously curious. His granddaughter could make fun of him, but his daughter couldn't.

took the mirror and took a closer look, and the old cadres themselves were a little incredulous.

"Jiang Mi, is my grandfather really going to rejuvenate? Why do you feel that the wrinkles at the corners of your eyes are shallow? ”

"Haha, grandpa, if you grow longer, can you still look as small as me?"

Xiao Yu'er climbed onto her grandfather's lap in three or two, and looked at the mirror in her grandfather's hand.

Yang Bokang handed the mirror to his little grandson, looked up at Jiang Mi with a smile, pursed his lips and did not speak.

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