Senior sister, I really don’t have any improper thoughts about you!

My eldest cousin also came over and sat down.

While the two elders are busy in the kitchen.

I started talking about the recent situation in the store.

"Many people volunteered to work overtime during the Chinese New Year in the store this year."

"It's not shameful to make money..."

"But there's something wrong with 'running fast'."

"what is the problem?"

“It’s a question of treatment.”

treatment?

Hear these two words.

Miss Jiang stopped peeling peanuts.

If I remember correctly.

Half a year ago, Miss Jiang had already made a detailed improvement on the treatment of "fast runners".

Basically, it only takes four or five hours a day to run normal orders.

The monthly income will not be less than one thousand.

and so…

“It’s a problem with the base salary.”

Miss Jiang was stunned by her cousin's words.

“Too low?”

"That's not right. The average salary in the city is only around 800 now."

“My base salary is set…”

...

“It’s not too low, it’s too high.”

"what???"

Miss Jiang looked stunned.

but.

Under the explanation of my eldest cousin.

Only then did she understand the meaning of these words.

"That is to say."

"Do you think the current base salary is too high and the unit price is too low, which results in the deliverymen taking a break right after they have completed their full attendance every day?"

It makes sense.

Just like sales.

Low base salary, high commission.

As long as you sell more, you will naturally get more salary.

If 'running faster' reduces the base salary but increases the unit price.

This is equivalent to increasing people's enthusiasm in disguise.

It is indeed possible.

In this regard.

Miss Jiang discussed the setting of basic salary and unit price for a long time.

Waiting for my aunt to come out of the kitchen with the dishes.

The two of them finally decided on the specific plan.

"Master, miss."

"It's time to wash your hands and eat."

Listening to my aunt's teasing.

Miss Jiang smiled innocently, then pushed the paper in front of her towards her cousin.

He said in a low voice with a smile.

"The rest is up to you."

Then he turned around and ran away.

See this.

Looking at his son's helpless expression.

Tian Cuixiang smiled.

"Go wash your hands too and come help."

.........

Like last year.

A table full of food.

Cold dishes, hot dishes, chicken, duck, fish and meat.

There is also a separate serving of sweet and sour pork ribs in front of Miss Jiang.

This is her privilege.

In my previous life, too.

It was prepared by my aunt.

She picked up a piece with a smile.

Put it in your mouth.

"Is it tasty?"

"good to eat…"

Miss Jiang's eyes turned into two crescents when she smiled.

Curved.

"If it tastes good, just eat more."

"Okay..."

talking.

Several figures dressed in red began to appear on the TV nearby.

Plus the familiar lines.

"National TV..."

"National TV..."

"Dear guests, dear friends, Happy Chinese New Year!"

"Today is New Year's Eve. We are in Studio 1 of the National Television Station right now for you..."

……

Tsk tsk.

The annual Spring Festival Gala.

I don’t know about the Spring Festival Gala in this world.

Will it become like the last world?

Deliberately sensational.

A strangely popular artist.

From time to time, one or two deliberately funny Internet words appear.

Anyway, in the last life, ever since a certain director came to power.

It’s really hard to describe what’s going on with these things.

It gets uglier every year.

It has directly helped too many people quit the habit of watching the Spring Festival Gala.

but.

It is also equivalent to promoting the business of mahjong rooms, KTVs, and bath centers in disguise.

It can be considered a good deed.

Think of this.

Miss Jiang suddenly thought of something.

He raised his eyebrows.

"mom."

"How is Second Master now?"

...

"What is Second Master?"

Tian Cuilan, who was chatting about gossip with her sister, didn't understand what her daughter meant for a moment.

"It's the second uncle who's in love."

“…That’s your second uncle!”

"Oh, oh, Second Uncle, Second Uncle..."

But I don't seem to know much about this matter.

After teaching Miss Jiang a lesson, he turned his attention to his aunt beside him.

As a result, my aunt's expression suddenly became complicated.

A sentence "let's not talk about it anymore".

This immediately ignited the gossip fire of the other people at the table.

Then under Miss Jiang's questioning.

My aunt said helplessly:

"People think Second Master is stingy."

"I followed Uncle Hu from the east end of the Tian family..."

Uncle Hu?

Miss Jiang and Tian Wenhao looked at each other.

Both young men saw doubt in each other's eyes.

Obviously.

The relatives are too far away.

Neither of them could find any information about Uncle Hu in their memory.

Finally, when Miss Jiang learned from her mother that Uncle Hu was an 88-year-old old man.

The whole person's expression also became very complicated.

Subsequently.

The topic at the table turned to my eldest cousin's marriage.