The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

Doorbell rang.

Zhang Wen's father, Boss Zhang, walked in carrying several lunch boxes.

Seeing the scene in the store, I was stunned.

"What's wrong? What's going on?"

Something doesn't feel right here.

The female store manager's eyes immediately welled up with tears when she saw him.

She threw down the ledger, rushed over, and grabbed Boss Zhang's arm.

"Brother Zhang!"

Her voice trembled with tears, "You have to stand up for me!"

Mr. Zhang was jolted by her tug, and the lunchbox in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"I've told you so many times, call me Uncle Zhang. I'm more than ten years older than you, the generational order can't be messed up."

Boss Zhang broke free from the female store manager and took a step back.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

The female store manager pointed at Fu Hua: "She...she came to the store today, touching and looking around everywhere, and without saying a word, she wanted to check the accounts, saying that some clothes were missing and demanding compensation from us."

I told her that item had been sold but the payment hadn't been processed yet, but she didn't believe me and insisted on kicking me out!

Tears welled up in her eyes as she gripped Boss Zhang's hand tightly once more: "Brother Zhang, I've been with you for almost a year now. In the shop, from top to bottom, what haven't I taken care of for you?"

She came in today and wanted to fire me. Even if she's the boss, she can't do this. How am I supposed to live after this?

Boss Zhang was a little confused by her crying, and turned to look at Fu Hua.

Fu Hua's expression was indifferent, revealing no emotion.

Boss Zhang felt uneasy.

Oh no, I've offended someone.

"pay…"

Just as Mr. Zhang was about to speak, the female store manager stopped him.

"Brother Zhang, my dad is an old friend of yours, you can't just fire me like that."

The female store manager grabbed Mr. Zhang's arm, her eyes brimming with tears, and leaned closer.

When Zhang Wen saw this, her eyes lit up with envy.

She rushed over, shoved the female shop manager's hand away, and stepped in front of her father.

"Just talk, why are you resorting to physical violence?"

Zhang Ge, Zhang Ge, it's so annoying.

The female store manager stumbled to the side after being pushed, her face turning bright red.

Zhang Wen turned her head to look at her father, speaking rapidly like spilling beans: "Dad, do you know what she just did?"

When customers enter the store, her few waiters act like they're above everyone else, serving customers only based on who they are!

They fawn over people who are well-dressed, but completely ignore those who are poorly dressed.

A mother and daughter came in just now, and the waiters huddled together gossiping, refusing to answer any questions about prices.

After they left, they even insulted them, calling them fussy and pedantic.

She paused, took a deep breath, and said, "And those three well-dressed women, they very likely stole some clothes from the store. Do you know why they weren't caught?"

Because those waiters were too busy flattering him.

They didn't even see someone stealing! Fu Hua reminded them and asked them to check the clothes, but they gave her the cold shoulder! She's the boss, after all.

As Boss Zhang listened, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

He glanced at the female store manager, his eyes cold as a winter wind.

The female shop manager's lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed it back.

Fu Hua stood to the side, saying nothing.

She looked at Boss Zhang, waiting for him to speak.

She had already made up her mind.

Zhang Wen has already made her point clearly about this matter.

If Boss Zhang continues to protect the store manager, then she will withdraw her investment.

There is no shortage of people who know how to do business, nor is there a shortage of people who have the money to open shops.

What's lacking are people who can see things clearly and have a righteous heart.

What's lacking is someone with a discerning and insightful mind.

After a few seconds of silence, Boss Zhang placed the lunchbox on the counter and let out a long sigh.

He's been busy these past few days attending trade shows and visiting factories in the suburbs, hoping to add a production line there.

He had indeed neglected the shop's affairs for some time.

The female store manager is named Zhou Min, and she is the daughter of one of his former colleagues.

He had worked with that colleague for several years, and although the colleague was later transferred, the two families still maintained contact.

He had held Zhou Min when she was a child. Later, I heard that she learned to be a tailor and worked in a department store for two years.

When he opened the shop, he was short-handed. He remembered this girl, whom he knew well and who was smart, so he invited her to be the shop manager.

He thought he could trust his old colleague's daughter.

did not expect……

No wonder, in the past few months, acquaintances have occasionally run into him and mentioned him in passing.

They said things like, "Your Huaning Textile is so powerful, your sales staff have risen in rank, and they can look down on people like that."

"I went there once, everything else was fine, the clothes were nice, but..."

"The styles are beautiful, and the decor is even better than department stores, but unfortunately, some parts..."

He initially thought these unspoken words were just jealous rumors spread by his colleagues and friends.

Now it seems they were telling the truth.

Boss Zhang's face twitched. He walked up to Fu Hua and stopped.

"Huahua,"

He nodded slightly. "This is my fault. I made a poor choice in personnel and was lax in management, which caused you to suffer and also resulted in losses for the store."

He turned around and looked at Zhou Min.

"Zhou Min, apologize to Boss Fu."

Zhou Min was stunned.

"Brother Zhang..."

"Call him the boss."

Boss Zhang interrupted her, his voice low and his tone harsh.

Zhou Min's face immediately turned pale.

She bit her lip, looked at Fu Hua, and after a long while, said in a low voice,

"Boss, I'm sorry, it's my fault. I shouldn't have judged you by your appearance."

"Clothes are for covering the body, not for measuring people. If you judge whether a person is worthy of respect based on their clothes, then you yourself have taken the word 'respect' lightly."

Fu Hua slowly explained: "A truly decent person never needs to belittle others to elevate themselves."

"The boss is right."

Zhou Min lowered her head, biting her lower lip hard, her eyes filled with resentment.

The three waiters all kept their heads down, clearly dismissing this explanation.

Zhou Min thought that an apology would be the end of it.

Unexpectedly, Boss Zhang went behind the counter, bent down, and rummaged through the items.

He took out a thick ledger and a stack of receipts, and slammed them onto the counter.

"Let's settle this matter right here and now."

He frowned and said in an icy voice, "Inventory list, purchase order, sales order, it's all here. Which items were sold, which items weren't, today, we'll go over them one by one."

Zhou Min's pupils contracted, and her face turned deathly pale.

"Uncle Zhang, no, Boss Zhang, I... was it necessary? Didn't I already apologize?"

"Reconciliation and apologies are unrelated."

Without even looking up, Boss Zhang began flipping through the account books.

Three waiters stood by, barely daring to breathe, their palms damp with a thin layer of sweat, cold and limp.

Fu Hua's expression shifted slightly as she glanced at the group.

I slowly walked over, stood by the counter, and watched Boss Zhang turn the pages one by one.

Zhou Min stood there, her fingers clenched so tightly they turned white.

She glanced at Boss Zhang, then at Fu Hua, and her lips moved slightly.

Finally, she pressed the three waiters, "Tell me the truth, did the customer try on that blouse or not?"

The three exchanged glances, and the short-haired saleswoman stepped forward.

"That little garment..."

Her voice lowered, "Just now, a customer did try it."

Boss Zhang looked up at Zhou Min.

"Then what about when you said it was sold? What about that?"

Zhou Min lowered her head and remained silent.

"say."

Zhou Min gritted her teeth, her voice barely audible, "I... I think there might be a mistake somewhere... I'll remember this and add it later..."

"repair?"

Boss Zhang closed the ledger in his hand.

"What will you use to make up for it? Your salary?"