On the third day and the fourth day, the sales of the fresh food store continued to rise, until the fifth day, it became stable, and after that, even after the 30% off promotion ended, the sales did not drop much , but because commodity prices returned to their original prices, they once again rose a lot.
After the fresh store opened for a month, Fang's mother solemnly handed over a passbook to Fang Yan.
"What is this?" Fang Yan took the passbook in wonder: "Why did mom give me this?"
He has only seen such a small book at Mama Hua's, and Mama Hua cherishes it very much, like it is a big treasure. Similarly, that book has been worn out, and it is far less than the original one in his hand. new.
"This is what Yan Yan deserves." Fang's mother said: "It contains the total profit of the fresh food store for a month. I keep some in the store, and the rest will be here."
The profit of the fresh store
Fang Yan opened the passbook with a vague understanding, and when he saw the numbers inside, he was shocked.
"This... this, this, this..."
In a panic, he stuffed the passbook back into Fang Mu's hands, like a hot potato, and said anxiously: "Mom should keep it. My mother usually gives me a lot of pocket money. I don't need money."
He had just received his pocket money for this month, and it was warm. He didn't have much expenses, except for buying a few packs of ham sausage for Xiao Bai, and spent nothing on the big ones.
Fang's mother can't laugh or cry: this is the profit of Yanyan's shop, it belongs to Yanyan, not to her mother. "
"Then... Then I'll give it to mom!" Fang Yan said in a panic, very generous.
Although he has always known that the fresh store is his own, and the vegetable and fruit garden and farm are also his own, but he did nothing but seeds and animals. Everything was given to him by his mother. In his heart, at least Most of them are still mother's.
Besides, he is only a child, and with so much money in his hand, he won't be able to sleep at night!
Mother Fang was speechless.
It was the first time she saw someone who was eager to push money out.
Like my other two sons, every time Fang Ke gave money, Fang Ke would follow it calmly, and then invested it in his own small investment, relying on his own mind to multiply the money several times. Fang Huai would happily praise her for a long time, then turn around and spend all the money, leaving nothing.
Her youngest son's courage is really too small.
"Yes, yes!" Fang Yan had a flash of inspiration, suddenly thought of something, and immediately said: "I still owe my mother a lot of money!"
"You owe me money?" Fang's mother froze for a moment, then quickly remembered.
What Fang Yan was talking about was the last time he went shopping in the mall to see his adoptive mother. At that time, he paid the bill in the name of borrowing money from his mother. Later, Fang's mother never mentioned it, and Fang Yan had no income, so the repayment of the money was delayed.
For Fang's mother, the younger son naturally did not need to pay back the money, but now it was used as an excuse for the younger son to refuse to accept the turnover, so she had no choice but to take the passbook back.
"After taking out the money that was paid back to me, there is still a lot left..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she was quickly interrupted by Fang Yan: "Then it will be the interest of my loan."
Mother Fang: "..." The interest rate is really high enough.
She had no choice but to say: "Mom won't give you the first month's turnover. I'll bring you the money when the second month's turnover arrives."
Fang Yancai's face that had just smiled became frowning again, and he began to rack his brains to think of what excuse he should use next time to refuse.
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One day, when Fang Honghua came back from the field, she was suddenly stopped by the village chief's wife.
She followed the village head's wife to her house wonderingly, only to find out that Fang Yan had called her from the capital. Fang Honghua was overjoyed when she heard the words, and quickly took the phone from the village head.
She tentatively said "Hi".
"Mother Hua!" The adopted son's voice came out immediately on the phone: "It's me, it's Yanyan."
"Hey." Fang Honghua responded, smiling from ear to ear: "Why did Yanyan call mother?"
Fang Yan said cheerfully: "Because I want to spend my mother!"
"Mom wants to Yanyan too!"
Seeing the mother and son chatting happily, the village head's wife gestured for her to move slowly, and quietly closed the door and went out.
Fang Honghua glanced at her gratefully, then quickly turned her attention to the phone.
The adopted son talked endlessly about his recent situation, complained about why she didn't call him, and finally talked about his new career.
"Yanyan's store has opened, and there is a 30% discount in the first week of opening."
"30% off! Isn't that a loss?"
"No, my mother settled the accounts for me and earned a little bit." Regardless of whether Fang Honghua could see it, Fang Yan held the phone and gestured to the size of a pinky knuckle, indicating that it was really only a little bit.
"Okay, okay, it's good if you can make money." Fang Honghua boasted: "From now on, Yanyan in our family will be a businessman, promising something!"
"What's more, what's more, on the second day, the business suddenly improved, and the money made suddenly became more." Fang Yan reported a number.
Fang Honghua almost lost her grip on the phone, she quickly grabbed it with both hands, and repeated incredulously, "Say it again? How much is it?"
Fang Yan repeated it again.
Fang Honghua closed her jaw with difficulty.
Facing the impact of numbers is really as exciting as a gold ingot falling from the sky.
"Also, on the third day..."
Before Fang Yan finished speaking, she was interrupted by her: "Okay, okay, Yanyan don't talk anymore, if you keep talking, your mother's heartbeat will be scared away by you." Even if Fang Honghua didn't listen, Fang Honghua would I know, that should also be an astronomical figure.
Fang Yan obediently complied, and told her about the passbook.
Fang Honghua said: "Yanyan did the right thing. It was all paid by your parents, so you should give it to your parents. The pocket money usually given by your mother is enough to spend. Even if it is not enough, you can ask them again. But don't hold so much money by yourself, it will be bad if something happens." Fang Honghua was terrified.
Fang Yan complied obediently again.
The two said a lot of thoughtful words again, but it was Fang Honghua who felt sorry for the phone bill first and asked to hang up the phone first.
"By the way, Mama Hua, I sent you a lot of things."
"Send something?" Fang Honghua asked sharply, "Send something?"
"It's all for food and use, and it's worthless."
After hearing the last three words, Fang Honghua breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "How do I send it?" They were too remote here, and they couldn't deliver anything except letters.
"I use a courier, Mother Hua, do you know what a courier is?"
"What is it?"
"It's like sending a letter. You can send things! Originally, it couldn't be sent to our house, but my father said that it can be sent by adding money, so I added more money."
Fang Honghua felt distressed immediately, and after talking to him a few more words, she hung up the phone hastily.
She went out, thanked the village chief's wife, avoided her probing eyes, and walked back home briskly.
Hearing the voice of her adopted son again, this time was enough for her to be happy for ten days and a half months.
Not long after she entered, a strange voice came from outside the door: "Is Fang Honghua at home?"
Fang Honghua responded with a raised voice, and hurried out, only to see a pickup truck parked in front of her house.
"Who are you?"
"Hello, I'm delivering a courier, and I have your courier." The courier brother said, and opened the door of the container behind the pickup truck.
He moved and moved most of the contents of the container, and then took out a list to Fang Honghua: "Hello, please confirm receipt and sign here."
Fang Honghua signed her name with a dull expression.
The things Fang Yan sent her were indeed worthless, food and use, but the quantity was huge, even higher than when he was a guest last time.
Seeing the probing gazes of other villagers looking this way, Fang Honghua suddenly had a headache.