Turn the cocoon into a butterfly

Chapter 127
Sang Xiaoyu kept staring at her son, and said:
"In the first month, the highest income per day was more than 1 yuan. After excluding labor costs, it was several thousand more. Sister Wei said that next month may not be so good, because people still have novelty in their hearts."

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

Jiang Chunhui didn't expect that she would make a profit so quickly, so he asked, "So you have more than [-] yuan? A month's profit?"

Fearing that she was not prepared enough, I reminded her: "Generally speaking, you lose money in the first few months of doing business. There is nothing wrong with losing money. On the contrary, making money right away makes you impulsive. Don't make more money." Invested, this is advice."

Sang Xiaoyu only heard the previous words, and she only paid attention to her son after the latter, and then she turned around and said: "That's not true, I made up the wages of the employees, 2000 yuan per person, and then paid them. Frontline workers earn the most and work the hardest."

"How much are they paid?"

Sang Xiaoyu thought for a while and said, "The number of workers is more than 800, and the number of managers is a little less, more than [-]."

Jiang Chunhui said: "Aren't you too generous? My hotel has been around for many years, and the profit is more than ten times that of yours. Our employees are less than one thousand. You...how do you say hello, you Will it operate? Compressing wages is saving costs, do you understand it?"

"Our ideas are different...'Ziqiao'" She suddenly jumped up and looked in Ziqiao's direction. He had already abandoned the car and started playing other sports.

It seemed that a few boys were arguing over the territory. Sang Xiaoyu ran over and yelled at the boys, "Don't grab it, it's fun."

Several other parents also arrived, and the children had to separate. Sang Xiaoyu didn't dare to leave again. Jiang Chunhui felt that there was no way to talk on such an occasion, so he said goodbye and left.

Sang Xiaoyu was also very happy to see her son having fun, so she couldn't help standing near her son and watching him jumping up and down, sweating profusely.

While having fun, the phone rang, and 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 always had no time.

This is the first time Fei Jiani called herself after the accident. She didn't mention anything about her sister and brother-in-law on the phone. Sang Xiaoyu felt a lot better. Falling apart.

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

Besides, I had agreed to invite her to dinner a long time ago. If I don’t invite her, I think Fei Jiani will be angry. She doesn’t want to mess with her again. They are in an extraordinary period, and any small matter may become a big event .

Sang Xiaoyu was scared.

Sang Xiaoyu discussed with his son, either go home now, or let his grandma come to watch him later and let him choose.

Ziqiao was a little unhappy. He was happy when he came out with his mother. He always felt that his mother should have himself in his heart. After hearing what his mother said, he didn't have enough fun, so he said let grandma come, and then ran to the bang bang bed Jumped up again.

Sang Xiaoyu hurriedly called her mother and told her mother to take good care of Ziqiao and not let him get injured in a fight.

The mother was not happy when she heard that, and said: "I have always watched the child. When was it injured? You took it with great difficulty, and something happened. Those who didn't know thought you were the president."

It was only recently that my mother knew the word president. Jiang Chunhui always called him president on the phone. When my mother inquired, 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 her.

The mother murmured that it was hard to rest for a while, but she couldn't stop, the child became mine.

Sang Xiaoyu took a taxi and went to a western restaurant appointed by Fei Jiani.

Sang Xiaoyu has no idea that there is also a very romantic western restaurant called Xige here.

This restaurant is located deep in the downtown area, neither on the road facing the street nor in the residential area, but between inconspicuous bookstores and pharmacies. Unlike other western food streets, there are eye-catching signs attracting customers everywhere. billboard.

She is like a girl waiting to be married, standing quietly where she is, waiting for those who appreciate her to stop.

The facade of the restaurant is decorated in a simple and simple way, and there is a quiet and simple temperament inside. Sang Xiaoyu fell in love with this decoration style at a glance.

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

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

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

The waiters are male and female, and they all wear uniform white shirts, boys wear blue pants, and girls wear blue hip skirts.

The shop is extremely quiet, and there is no loud noise in the hall, and the shop assistants speak softly, as if whispering.

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

Sang Xiaoyu arrived first, followed by Fei Jiani.

The room is not too big, surrounded by small brown sofas, the table is in the center, and there are ready-made red wine with marked prices, as well as champagne and white wine.

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

The music comes out softly and slides into the eardrums slowly, and there is a device for ordering songs next to it, which can change music and songs.

Sang Xiaoyu likes Richard Clayderman's piano music, and when she found it, she ordered "For Alice". The familiar melody brought Sang Xiaoyu back to the long time ago.

Flowers are blooming on the window sill, and there are spider plants sliding from the top of the window, making the room cozy and warm.

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

Sang Xiaoyu feels that the western restaurant really understands people's hearts, and she has already been moved by these flashy things before tasting the dishes.

When Fei Jiani entered the room, Sang Xiaoyu couldn't help staring at her and said, "It's so beautiful, even more beautiful than when I was in high school. It was a bit raw then, but now it's a mature beauty."

Fei Jiani also heard the beautiful piano music, and asked very strangely: "Hey, it's so strange, how come there is your favorite song?"

Sang Xiaoyu's heart warmed up, they always have good memories of the past, so they asked happily: "Do you not come here often, I thought you were a petty bourgeoisie, come here every day if you have nothing to do.

You can order your own songs here, this is your favorite life, isn’t it? "

"You don't like it? We all like it, okay? I have been here, not too often. By the way, what did you say about me just now? Mature beauty? You might as well just say that I am old."

Sang Xiaoyu immediately corrected and said, "No, it's a sincere compliment."

Fei Jiani is an absolute beauty.

(End of this chapter)