Joint-stock company

  Zhen Ming smiled bitterly and said: "Finally, Mrs. Zhang is smiling. I wonder if anyone has told you that when you smile, the sky will clear up for you, and the little birds on the trees will sing for you?"

  Zhang's face turned slightly red: "Thank you, Mr. Zhen, for your kind words, I'm fine now."

  Zhen Ming smiled wryly and said: "In that case, I'll save some saliva. Let's discuss our future plans for opening a store."

  "What's the plan for opening the store?"

  "Of course it's about your tofu shop, Boss Zhang. I've already thought of a name for it. Come on, let's go back and discuss it with Sun Langzhong and the others."

  ……

  "What is shareholding?"

  After hearing Zhenming's bitter words, Sun Lang and others asked in unison.

  Zhenming handed out the printed plan to everyone, saying: "This is the business plan I came up with while lying in bed for over half a month. The so-called shareholding system means that all of us present will become shareholders of this store. I will divide this store into 100 original shares. Those who have money will invest, those who have strength will contribute their labor. According to each person's contribution to the store, they will receive corresponding shares. If we make a profit, everyone can share in the profits and receive corresponding dividends."

  "Of course, in the future, the decision-making of the store's operation will also be proposed by Zhang Laobanniang and then discussed and voted on by everyone together."

  Then he explained the voting rules again, and his explanation was very clear. Even Xing'er understood it and couldn't help but ask: "Do I and Huan'er have shares too?"

  "Yes."

  "Zhen Gege you zhen hao!" Xing Er exclaimed, her lovely face matching her lively tone, making it easy for those who didn't know her to be misled by her appearance.

  But this does not include being familiar with her fate, he had to put her on the list of shareholders, otherwise he would find it even more difficult to talk to Zhang in the future than hosting the Olympics.

  "He continued: 'I've already given this shop a name, Zhang's Sweetheart Workshop.'"

  Zhang heard this name and was stunned for a moment, lowering her head, a red glow quietly climbed up her cheeks.

  "As this is a shop mainly operating bean products, all technical support and food production are taken care of by Zhang Laobanniang. She also holds the largest share of this shop, 30%, and is the boss lady. I am the investor, responsible for the financial operation, accounting, and business planning, so I hold 20%. Sun Lao is in charge of developing some medicinal food materials and providing health-preserving recipes, holding 15%."

  Zhen Ming hesitated for a moment, pointed to Huan'er with his hand, made a gesture of introducing her to everyone, and smiled: "Huan'er is sweet and lovely, charming and moving. As a sales lady, she will definitely make customers feel like spring breeze, greatly improving the service and sales quality. So Huan'er has 10% shares."

  Huan'er's face turned red with shyness, she stood up and bowed her head slightly: "Thank you, Brother Zhen."

  "Fatty Dragon and Little Sister Moon are not around now, and their whereabouts are still unknown, but I believe they will definitely come back, so I reserved 10% for them."

  At this point, Xing Er's face was already somewhat anxious, staring at Zhen Ming Ku, with an inquiring expression in her eyes.

  She was just destined to be miserable, yet he still didn't intend to allocate her any shares, nor did he go see her. He spoke slowly and deliberately: "Based on my plan to make this the largest dessert shop in Luoyang, we must expand and open chain stores, which will definitely require us to recruit some store managers and reserve corresponding shares for them as incentives to create profits for our store. This reserved portion, I have tentatively set at 10%..."

  Xing'er was now lowering her head, counting on her fingers and muttering to herself: "Sister Zhang is thirty, Brother Zhen is twenty, Father Gan is fifteen, Sister Huan is ten, Sister Yue is ten, Manager is ten, and then there's..."

  Zhen Ming said on her behalf, "No need to calculate, the remaining 5% is all yours. As for whether you can get everything, it depends on your future work performance."

  Xing Er suddenly lifted her head, stood up abruptly, with one hand on her hip and the other pointing at Zhen Ming Ku's nose, she said coquettishly: "Sister Huan has 10%, why do I only have 5%?"

  Zhang and Huan'er were both suppressing their smiles, while Sun Lang was helpless.

  "Didn't I make it clear already? Our store is called Zhang's Sweetheart Workshop, of course we need to capture the hearts of our customers with sweetness. Huan'er sister is sweet and lovely, gentle and beautiful, she can boost sales performance as a sales lady. What can you do?"

  "I'm also lovely, I'm also sweet, and I can be a salesgirl too!" Xing'er blurted out.

  "How did I miss that?"

  Zhang and Huan were now laughing together in a heap.

  "You!" Xing Er was momentarily at a loss for words to retort, staring at him for a while before sitting down with a huff, her anger simmering.

  Sun Langzhong smiled and asked, "It's a tough life. I took a rough look at your proposal earlier, and although your idea is quite attractive, if you want to open such a store in Luoyang, aside from passing the Ministry of Revenue's review and reporting taxes, it will require at least 1,000 taels of silver. Where are we going to get that much money?"

  Zhen Ming sighed and smiled: "This is where financing comes in."

  Zhang's smile froze, and she stared at him with a puzzled expression. With her extremely limited understanding of him, whenever this person smiled like that, someone was bound to be in trouble.

  ……

  There are more people at home, and even taking a bath requires queuing.

  Zhen Ming was exhausted and it wasn't until he finally came out of the bathroom after washing up that he realized it was already past midnight.

  His room had been given to Zhang Shi and Xing Er, he was sharing a small room with Sun Langzhong, just as he was about to go back to his room to sleep, behind him rang out Zhang Shi's soft call: "Zhen Gongzi..."

  He turned around, and Zhang was sitting on a long bench in the living room, wearing thin pajamas, her slender figure exposed, looking at him, obviously having waited for him for a long time, with something to say to him.

  He walked over, smiling and asked: "Why haven't you slept yet? Why isn't Xing'er guarding by your side?"

  "She's already asleep."

  Zhen Ming walked over to her, sat down beside her on the same bench, wiping his wet hair while complaining: "It's really terrible not having shampoo to wash my hair, soap makes it so coarse and uncomfortable. If only I had a small packet of Rejoice shampoo, that would be great."

  "Can you sit over there?" Zhang said in a low voice, furrowing his brow slightly.

  Zhen Ming said with a strange expression: "Aren't you going to whisper something to me? You're sitting too far away, I can't hear what you're saying."

  As he spoke, he moved closer to her side and their legs touched together, causing Zhang's body to tremble slightly.

  Zhen Ming sighed, "It's so cold outside, it's warmer when two people sit close together. I remember you're afraid of the cold, especially in your hands and feet. I just took a bath and my body is warm. Look at you, your hands are freezing, why don't you wear more clothes?"

  He said, holding up Zhang's hands and grasping them tightly in his own, blowing air into her palms.

  Zhang struggled with all her might but couldn't break free. Her face red with anger, she scolded: "I'm going to call Xing'er!"