Girlfriend's Conspiracy

If I am really not loyal to my duty, Xing Fei will lose his trust and reuse of me. I am a waste in his eyes and can't be used by him. He will no longer hold me and protect me.

Now, if I write down all the accounts realistically, the money given by Qinling to Xing Fei will be wrong, and his accounts must be false. I think I may have died before I walked out of this song and dance hall.

Qinling is the plan of the contract. If they know his details when he comes back, he won't have good fruit to eat, so my accounts must satisfy Qinling.

I can escape temporarily, otherwise I may not even get through tonight.

How ferocious they will be in Qinling.

But no matter what kind of accounts, you must have an account. I think the expenses of the whole song and dance hall are nothing more than the salaries of the staff, eating, drinking and Lasa, as well as the tea money, water and electricity and other small expenses of the customers sitting below.

No matter what kind of expenses, there should be a record. Thinking of this, I came to the back kitchen of the song and dance hall.

There are four people busy there in the kitchen. It seems that one is a master, wearing a high cook's hat.

There is an aunt who brushes the dishes, a little chef who cuts vegetables standing on the pile of vegetables, and a woman who sits there picking vegetables. There are four people in the kitchen.

I took out a small notebook and wrote down all four of them one by one.

The four people in the kitchen didn't pay attention to me when they saw me coming in, because in their eyes, only Qinling is their head.

So they don't care who comes. They work there alone and don't say hello to me.

I went to the man in the cook's hat. The cook squinted at me, ignored me and continued to fry the dishes in her pot.

"Excuse me, master, how long have you worked here? What's your monthly salary?" I took a small book and watched the cook prepare to record it.

I didn't look back. I answered 3000. Oh, I quickly wrote a 3000 in my little book.

I have a question about the salary of the other three people in the kitchen.

"You pick vegetables here. Who's in charge of buying vegetables here?" I looked at the aunt who picked vegetables and squatted down to talk with him.

The aunt who picked vegetables was easy-going. He saw me squat down and talk to him and told me very friendly. The food here was bought by the guy named Gangzi.

"Aunt, you can tell us how the food here is," I continued to talk with my aunt, trying to get some details from him.

My aunt glanced at me. He narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "The food is not good at all, just like eating pig food." I can't believe what my aunt said.

How could this happen? There are so many people in the kitchen. It's like the master and little master. How can it be like pig food? In that case, I guess the master is of no use.

I made my mouth at the master and asked my aunt. I mean, why did the master make such bad dishes here? You can do it. Why hire a master.

"The master cook is really delicious, but he doesn't cook for us. She cooks for the bosses who write a song for you. He cooks for them. The food we eat is the rest of these people."

Aunt said she was very dissatisfied, as I explained. Oh, I just realized that the master is cooking for the officials and bosses.

I learned about the salaries of the master and the employed aunt respectively.

I record these points in my notebook. Since Gangzi is responsible for the dishes, how much does Gangzi invest in these things every day?

I thought about this, as if I was doing superfluous work. Even if I check every item very carefully and clearly. Can I write it truthfully again?

If I really write a truthful document, will Qinling let me go?

Thinking of this, I took the paper and came to the private room. Qinling was smoking at the big desk in the private room. He was surrounded by smoke. It seemed that he had smoked many.

The Qinling brain is spinning fast again. What are you thinking? I think what Qinling is smoking here must have something to do with me.

Qinling saw me come in and put out the smoke in the ashtray. He squinted at me and didn't speak.

"Elder brother, you see I'm not smart enough. Don't you just tell me these things yourself? Why let me go down and ask one good trouble after another."

I looked at Qinling and said that Qinling was listening quietly. Listening to me, he had a smile on his face.

"Wouldn't it be nice if you told me how many people there are, how much they spend and how much they earn? I sent some online and handed them to Xing Fei, and my task was completed. Why should I go down and ask one by one? He said, brother, you've run this song and dance hall for so many years, and everyone here knows it very well. I'm really wasting my time."

Qinling seems relieved to hear me say this. I think Qinling must be trying to find a way to solve me?

Because as far as I know, there were millions of income yesterday alone, and it was only less than 10000 yuan in the hands of each of us, and the rest was in the hands of Qinling and Gangzi.

If I report these truthfully to Xing Fei, Qinling must be dead.

So Qinling was worried that I would go after these things and truthfully report them to Xing Fei. Then the illusion that his song and dance hall is not profitable has been exposed.

Qinling looked at me and came in with the account book. He asked him about the operation of the song and dance hall. He was very happy about the personnel expenditure and was finally relieved.

He personally came up from his desk, took my hands and pulled him to his desk.

"Brother, if you don't say you're a smart man, I'll know the questions about you. These things are in my mind."

Qinling was happy and didn't know what to say. "You don't have to remember these. It's so tired and hard. I'll ask Gangzi to make you a list of the detailed expenses and income of these personnel, and then give it to you. Don't you just pay it to Xing Fei."

Qinling's expression relaxed. She finally breathed a sigh of relief and finally escaped a disaster. Otherwise, if Qinling really started on me, it would be difficult for him to explain to Xing Fei that I had just come here. Really, if I hurt me as soon as I arrived here, she would be suspected in Xing Fei.

So now the best way is to let Gangzi make a false account and let me give it to Xing Fei.