mtl008 Chapter 219: Take Half of the Profits and Raise Wages
Chapter 219: Take Half of the Profits and Raise Wages
At 8:30 a.m., Wang Peng arrived at the Brothers Tobacco and Liquor Store.
Li Kefan, Du Lei, and Dong Shishi were all there, but I didn't see Hong Tianhe.
Wang Peng asked, "Dad, Uncle Hong didn't come to work today?"
“He didn’t come,” Li Kefan said. “He had some family matters to attend to and asked me for leave last night.”
Wang Peng nodded. "Today is the second, so I'm distributing salaries to everyone. This month's wages will be recalculated."
The three of them perked up and all looked at Wang Peng.
Dong Shishi was a little nervous. He had previous part-time experience, and whenever the boss recalculated his wages, it was equivalent to deducting his salary.
She clenched her fists and stared nervously at Wang Peng.
She's currently earning 500 yuan a month, but if the recalculation shows it's not less than 450, she'll be content.
"Sister Shishi, you seem very nervous," Li Mingzhu said with a smile, gently putting her arm around her shoulder.
"No, I'm not nervous," Dong Shishi said hurriedly.
Her voice trembled, and everyone couldn't help but smile.
Wang Peng said, "Everyone's salary is 500. Last month we made a profit of 4,005. Let's round it down to 4,000."
"Four thousand last month?" Du Lei's eyes widened. "Brother Peng, is that gross profit or net profit?"
“Of course it’s net profit, after deducting all operating costs, including your salaries,” Wang Peng said.
"Great!" Du Lei clapped. "I thought I'd earn at most two thousand, but I didn't expect to earn more than double."
Li Kefan was genuinely happy and clapped his hands; four thousand yuan was quite a lot.
Dong Shishi rolled her eyes at her boyfriend Du Lei, saying, "You don't own any shares, so what business is it of yours if the boss makes money?"
She smiled and said, "Congratulations, Brother Peng, on your great success. This is a good omen."
Wang Peng said, "Sister Shishi, congratulations to you too."
"Share the joy?" She smiled mischievously. "Don't joke around. The profits are yours, I'm just getting a fixed salary. What's there to share?"
Haha ...
Dong Shishi is quick-witted and outspoken, and everyone is amused by her.
Wang Peng said, "I'll take half of the profits, which is two thousand yuan, to raise everyone's wages. Each of you four will get an extra five hundred yuan on average."
He looked at Dong Shishi and said, "So, your salary isn't five hundred, but one thousand. Does that count as sharing the joy?"
Dong Shishi stared in disbelief and asked, "Brother, you're not kidding, are you?"
Wang Peng shook his head. "Starting today, I will give you half of my net profit every month. This is one of my principles as a boss."
The air fell silent; everyone except Li Mingzhu stared at him.
It's worth noting that the average wage in the provincial capital is less than 400 yuan.
People with monthly salaries below the average wage account for at least 70% of the population in the provincial capital.
"A thousand yuan, a thousand yuan!" Dong Shishi blushed, never daring to dream of such a high salary.
Her mind began to wander, and she pinched her left hand hard with her right hand. It hurt; it wasn't a daydream.
Li Kefan asked in bewilderment, "Our salaries are already very high, why do you still want a share of the profits? What kind of boss are you?"
Wang Peng said seriously, "Dad, you fought for me and built this empire with your blood and sweat. How could I possibly treat you unfairly?"
“I drive a car worth 200,000 yuan, while you ride bicycles worth a few hundred yuan, or can’t even afford a bicycle. This is a slap in my face.”
"You've given me a good life through your hard work, so I should give you a good life in return. Isn't that a perfectly normal thing?"
After finishing his sentence in one breath, he opened his briefcase and took out a stack of hundred-yuan bills.
He counted out 1,000 yuan and handed it to Dong Shishi, saying sincerely, "Sister Shishi, thank you for your hard work last month. You've worked very hard."
Dong Shishi clutched the money in her hand, and after a moment, tears welled up in her eyes.
The tears weren't just about the money, but also about the respect the boss had earned from their hard work.
"No!" Li Kefan said urgently, "I know you're good to everyone, but don't forget that the nail that sticks out gets hammered down."
“The employees at Huihuang Supermarket only earn two hundred yuan. If you give us a thousand, Huihuang will definitely hate you.”
"Bosses will hate you because you are slapping them in the face. You are using your actions to condemn them as heartless capitalists."
“They will definitely team up against you, Xiaopeng, believe me, they will definitely suppress you.”
Li Kefan became increasingly anxious as he spoke, grabbing his son-in-law's hand, "Good boy, trust me this once."
After saying that, he turned to glare at his daughter, "Girl, why didn't you try to persuade him?"
"I can't persuade her," Li Mingzhu said with a wry smile. "Since I can't persuade her, I can only give her my full support."
Du Lei said in a deep voice, "Brother Peng, my uncle is right. I don't know about others, but Huang Ran will definitely use this to his advantage."
"We're not afraid of him," Wang Peng sneered. "He's an enemy to begin with, why should we be afraid of him?"
Li Kefan knew his son-in-law's temper; once he made up his mind, you couldn't change it no matter how much you pleaded.
After a long silence, he sighed, "Let's do it this way for now, but no one can tell anyone, just the few of us will know."
"I swear!" Dong Shishi hurriedly raised her right hand, "If I, Dong Shishi, reveal even half a word, may I be hit by a bus and die as soon as I step out the door."
"Shishi, don't talk nonsense." Li Mingzhu glared at her and grabbed her father's arm with both hands. "Dad, this can't be kept a secret forever."
"Why couldn't you hide it?" Li Kefan pressed.
"Because if your monthly income exceeds 800 yuan, you have to pay personal income tax." Wang Peng opened his briefcase and took out four pay stubs.
He found Dong Shishi and said, "You sign here, and I'll go to the tax bureau to pay the taxes. Remember, I'll only pay once; you'll have to pay them yourselves from now on."
"I'll pay my own taxes," Dong Shishi said hurriedly, handing him ten yuan.
"Next time, I'll go to the tax bureau to find out what's going on first," Wang Peng said.
"Xiaopeng!" Li Kefan scratched his head anxiously, "If you don't tell, if I don't tell, and nobody tells, the tax bureau has no way of knowing."
Li Mingzhu chuckled, "My goodness, this is a joint effort to evade taxes! Do you want your son-in-law to go to jail?"
"It's all your fault! You couldn't even persuade your own man to stop, I'll hit you..." Li Kefan raised his hand to hit him.
Li Mingzhu cried out in fright and quickly covered her head with her hands.
The slap stopped in mid-air; the old man, unable to bear not hitting his daughter, was furious, his face turning red with anger.
Li Mingzhu looked aggrieved. "As a wife, of course I should support my husband."
"You dare talk back?" The old man was furious and slapped him down.
Wang Peng grabbed his wrist and said with a smile, "Okay, calm down."
"Xiao Peng! You really are something." Li Kefan sighed helplessly.
"Dad, sign it," Wang Peng said. "Like I said before, you made me rich with your blood and sweat, and I will make you rich too."
He handed 1,000 yuan to Li Kefan and another 1,000 yuan to Du Lei.
I plan to send the remaining thousand to Lao Hong so he can sign the payslip and go to the tax bureau to pay his taxes.
Jinshui Street, the family compound of the cotton and linen factory in the provincial capital.
Hong Tianhe sat on the ground crying, while his two sons cursed at him. Neighbors were busy trying to break up the fight.
He lived in his two sons' homes in rotation. After living in his eldest son's home for two months, his eldest son and his wife took him to his second son's home.
The second son, however, closed the door and wouldn't let him in.
Because he is sick, his salary is only enough to buy medicine, and his son has to pay for his food, drink, and other necessities.
So both sons were annoyed and didn't want to support him.
"Second brother, what do you mean? We agreed to stay at each family's house for two months, so why won't you let Dad in?"
“My wife just lost her job, and we have less income. We can’t afford to support someone who’s not working. You keep bragging about how filial you are, go ahead and support her.”
"Who the hell are you cursing?"
The two brothers started fighting, causing chaos. Hong Tian, utterly despondent, got up and slammed his head against a telephone pole.