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Chapter 127

Chapter 127 Things change and people change

Sang Xiaoyu kept staring at his son and said:

"In the first month, I made a maximum of more than 10,000 yuan a day. Excluding labor costs, it was a few thousand more. Sister Wei said that it may not be so good next month, because people still have novelties in mind."

Sang Xiaoyu's face was full of pride and contentment.

Jiang Chunhui also didn't expect that she would make a profit so quickly, and asked: "So you have more than 100,000? A month's profit?"

I was afraid that she was not prepared enough, so I reminded her: "Generally speaking, you will make losses in the first few months of doing business. There is nothing wrong with making losses. On the contrary, making money in the first place will make you make impulsive mistakes. Don't make any more."

Invested, this is advice.”

Sang Xiaoyu only heard the first words. She only paid attention to the next words. Then she turned around and said: "That's not true. I supplemented the wages of the employees, 2,000 yuan per person, and then also paid them wages."

, frontline workers earn the most and work the hardest.”

"How much are they paid?"

Sang Xiaoyu thought for a while and said: "The workers are all over a thousand, and the management staff is a little less, more than 800."

Jiang Chunhui said: "Are you too generous? My hotel has been in business for many years, and the profit is dozens of times yours. Our employees can't even earn a salary of 1,000 yuan. How can you... how do you say hello? You

Do you know how to run a business? Compressing wages means saving costs. Do you understand?"

"We have different ideas...'Ziqiao'" She suddenly jumped up and looked in the direction of Ziqiao. He had already abandoned the car and started playing other projects.

It seemed that some boys were arguing over the territory. Sang Xiaoyu ran over and shouted to the children: "Don't fight, just have fun."

Several other parents also arrived, and their children had to be separated. Sang Xiaoyu did not dare to leave anymore. Jiang Chunhui felt that it was impossible to talk in such an occasion, so he said goodbye and left.

Sang Xiaoyu was very happy to see her son having so much fun. She couldn't help but stand near her son and watch him jump up and down and sweat all over his head.

While we were having fun, the phone rang. Fei Jiani called and asked her if she didn't want to invite her anymore? She also said how many times she called, but she never had time.

This was the first time Fei Jia Ni called her after the accident. She didn't mention anything about her sister and brother-in-law on the phone. Sang Xiaoyu felt a lot better. If she bothered about these things again, there would really be trouble between them.

It fell apart.

Sang Xiaoyu thought about it and used the treat to communicate with her and not let Huang Daqing and others affect his relationship with her.

Besides, she had promised to invite her to dinner a long time ago. If she didn't invite her, Fei Jiani would probably be angry. She didn't want to offend her again. They were in an extraordinary period now, and any small thing could become a big event.

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Sang Xiaoyu was afraid.

Sang Xiaoyu discussed with her son that he should either go home now or let his grandma come and watch him later and let him choose.

Ziqiao was a little unhappy. He followed his mother out. He was happy. He always felt that his mother should have him in her heart. Hearing what his mother said, he hadn't had enough fun, so he said let grandma do it. After that, he ran to the bang bang bed.

Jumped up again.

Sang Xiaoyu hurriedly called her mother and told her to keep an eye on Ziqiao and not let him get hurt in a fight.

When the mother heard this, she was unhappy and said, "I have always been watching over the child. When did he get hurt? You managed to take care of him once, but something happened again. Someone who didn't know better thought you were the president."

It was only recently that my mother knew the word CEO. Someone always called Jiang Chunhui CEO on the phone. When my mother inquired about it, she found out that the president was older than the boss.

Sang Xiaoyu said that she was in a hurry and asked her to replace him.

The mother murmured that she couldn't stop even after finally taking a break. This child became mine.

Sang Xiaoyu took a taxi when she went out and went to a Western restaurant designated by Fei Jiani.

Sang Xiaoyu had no idea that there was a very romantic Western restaurant called Sige here.

This restaurant is located deep in the downtown area. It is not on the road or in the residential area, but between an inconspicuous bookstore and a drug store. Unlike other Western food streets, there are eye-catching signs everywhere to attract customers.

billboard.

She was like a girl waiting to be married, standing quietly in place, waiting for those who admired her to stop.

The restaurant's facade was decorated in a simple and unsophisticated way, and there was a calm and simple temperament inside. Sang Xiaoyu fell in love with this decoration style at one glance.

It's different when you get inside. Although it's not luxurious, it's definitely romantic.

There are blooming flowers everywhere in the house, both artificial and natural. There is a simulated pool in the middle of the hall with flowers, grass and fish in it.

Green lights are hung around, and they flash rhythmically, giving people a gorgeous and beautiful natural atmosphere.

There are both male and female waiters, and they all wear uniform white shirts. Boys wear blue pants, and girls wear blue skirts that cover their hips.

The store is extremely quiet, and you can't hear too much noise in the lobby. The clerks also speak softly, as if they are whispering.

Sang Xiaoyu went upstairs and chose a single room by the window.

Sang Xiaoyu arrived first, and Fei Jiani came soon after.

The room is not big, with small brown sofas surrounding it and a table in the center, with red wine, champagne and white wine on hand with prices marked on it.

The chair is made of thick solid wood with a cushion placed on it, giving it a comfortable and aristocratic feel.

The music comes out softly and slowly slides into the eardrums. There is also a song requesting device next to it, which can switch music and songs.

Sang Xiaoyu liked Richard Clayderman's piano music. When he found it, he ordered the song "For Alice". As soon as the familiar melody came out, Sang Xiaoyu's mind returned to a long time ago.

Flowers are blooming on the windowsill, and a spider plant slides from the top of the window, making the house cozy and warm.

Outside the window is a busy street, and inside the house is a warm yellow light, which makes people feel comfortable and open-minded, as if it is a paradise isolated from the world.

Sang Xiaoyu felt that Western restaurants really understood people's hearts. Even before they tasted the dishes, they were already impressed by these flashy things.

When Fei JiaNi entered the room, Sang Xiaoyu couldn't help but stare at her and said, "She is so beautiful. She is even more beautiful than when she was in high school. She was a bit raw at that time, but now she is mature and beautiful."

Fei Jiani also heard the beautiful piano music and asked strangely: "Huh, it's so strange. How come it is your favorite song?"

Sang Xiaoyu felt warm in her heart. They always had good memories of the past, so she asked happily: "Don't you come here often? I thought you were a petty bourgeoisie. You come here to sit here every day if you have nothing to do."

Being able to compose your own music here is your favorite life, isn't it?"

"You don't like it? Let's all like it, okay? I've been here before, not often. By the way, what did you say about me just now? The beauty of maturity? You might as well just say I'm old."

Sang Xiaoyu immediately corrected her and said, "No, I sincerely praise you."

Fei Jiani is definitely a beauty.

(End of chapter)


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