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After he finished speaking, all the male employees stood up, rolled up their sleeves, and surrounded Wang Gui.

"Wang Gui, don't look at us like that!"

"We've worked here for over a decade, and now you think you can just send some greenhorn to put on a show and get rid of us?"

Zhao Dashun, spitting as he spoke, pointed at Wang Gui's nose and cursed:

"I bet you're all in cahoots, trying to ruin our jobs so you can get your share!"

Wang Gui sat in the chair, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

He was also suffering inside; he hadn't heard from Liu Guangming for three days, and he was more anxious than anyone else.

"Zhao Dashun, you...you put the pesticide down, the county will definitely make arrangements..."

"Arrange my ass! If I don't see the money today, I'm lying here on my deathbed!"

Just then, a clear bicycle bell rang out from outside the door.

"Clang—"

Immediately afterwards, two figures stepped over the high wooden threshold and entered.

Liu Guangming walked in front, while Liangzi followed behind, carrying a canvas bag and scanning the people in the room with wary eyes.

The room fell silent instantly.

All eyes were on Liu Guangming.

Liu Guangming seemed not to see the circle of faces with different expressions.

He walked straight to his desk, pulled up a chair, and sat down with an air of authority.

"What's all the noise about? I could hear you guys talking about drinking pesticide from far away."

He turned to look at Zhao Dashun, his tone indifferent:

"That stuff is really bitter. Drinking it might not get you any money; you'd end up having to buy your own coffin. Is it worth it?"

To be honest, he felt extremely disgusted with those state-owned enterprise employees who were just coasting along.

Besides, he'll be the boss from now on.

Speaking too gently on a first meeting is actually not a good idea.

Zhao Dashun choked for a moment, then shouted with his neck stiff:

"Stop talking nonsense! The shop owner said your name is Liu Guangming, right?"

"Didn't you say you'd pay me in three days? Where's the money? You're not leaving this room today without it!"

"I brought the money with me."

Liu Guangming tilted his head slightly.

Liangzi understood, took a step forward, and placed the canvas bag he was carrying on the stage.

Liu Guangming placed his hand on the zipper of his bag, but didn't rush to open it. Instead, he looked at Wang Gui.

"Manager Wang, do you have the employee roster and the outstanding payroll records?"

Wang Gui froze for three seconds, then suddenly realized what was happening and frantically rummaged through the drawer for a worn-out notebook:

"Yes! Yes! I've sorted it all out. There are twenty-two people in total, owed for half a year, plus various subsidies, totaling four thousand one hundred and twenty-four yuan..."

"The rest are other goods..."

"Okay, call people according to the roster."

Liu Guangming suddenly unzipped his jacket.

Stacks of neatly arranged "Great Unity" bills were revealed.

In those days, this kind of visual impact was more effective than any grand theory.

Zhao Dashun, who had just been shouting that he would fight to the death, almost had his eyes pop out of his bag.

"The first one is Zhao Dashun."

Liu Guangming casually grabbed five stacks of money from his bag, counted out three bills, and slapped them on the table.

"The salary plus subsidies totals four hundred and thirty yuan. Please check it."

Zhao Dashun froze, rubbing his hand on his clothes several times before finally reaching out shakily.

He grabbed the thick wad of money, his fingers turning white from the force.

He moistened his lips with saliva and counted the bills one by one.

Everyone in the room stared at his hands, and the only sound they could hear was the rustling of the money notes.

"Four hundred and one, four hundred and two... four hundred and three."

After counting the money, Zhao Dashun clutched it to his chest, his legs went weak, and he squatted down on the ground, bursting into tears.

"We really got it...we really got the money...finally we have the money to pay my son's tuition..."

This cry seemed to bring out all the grievances that the entire store's employees had been holding in for the past six months.

For the next half hour, there was no more shouting or cursing in the grocery store.

Wang Gui called out names, and Liu Guangming gave the money.

The doubt and anger on the faces of everyone who received the money instantly turned into ecstasy and unease.

By the time the last person had received theirs, Liu Guangming's bag was more than half empty.

He dusted off his hands, stood up, and looked at the group of employees who were busy stuffing money into their pockets.

"Now that everyone has received their money, you can all relax. Now, let's talk about the next step."

These words immediately dampened the lively atmosphere by half.

Zhao Dashun stuffed the money into his waistband and tied it tightly.

Then, he looked up at Liu Guangming, his eyes filled with a hint of awe, but even more so with confusion.

"Boss Liu, this... now that we've taken the money, what are we going to do with it?"

"Did the shop owner mean that this shop will belong to you personally from now on?"

A female employee in her forties also came over, clutching the money tightly in her arms, her voice trembling slightly:

"Boss Liu, we are grateful to you for paying us."

"But...aren't we still state-owned enterprise employees? Will you still need us in the future?"

Undoubtedly, for state-owned enterprise employees, the word they fear hearing most is "laid off."

In this area, having a job in a state-owned enterprise is called an "iron rice bowl," and it's a source of pride for the whole family.

Now, we've got the money, but if we lose the bowl, it's just a farewell meal.

"Boss Liu, be honest, are you going to fire us all and replace us with your own people?"

In the crowd, a young employee couldn't help but ask a question, his hand gripping the edge of the counter tightly.

Seeing this, Wang Gui felt relieved.

He was originally a staff member of the Bureau of Commerce, a cadre, not a state-owned enterprise employee.

Even if the shop goes out of business, he can still go back to the bureau as a clerk.

Liu Guangming looked around, but instead of answering, he walked to an empty glass counter.

He wiped his fingertips with his hand and saw that his fingertips were covered in black ash.

It was the best location in the county, but there wasn't a single hair on the shelves, which he found regrettable.

At the same time, it's infuriating!

"To tell you the truth..."

Liu Guangming's voice turned cold.

"I've been running this shop for five years."

"But for the next five years, I wanted to make a lot of money, not continue running the state-owned Hongxing Grocery Store. The contracts clearly stated who to hire and who to use, and that was all under my control."

"In other words, if I don't use you, you'll all be laid off!"

"Also, your unemployment benefits are not with me; go apply to the labor bureau."

"Liu Guang... Boss Liu! You can't do this!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the female employee who had been wiping away tears became anxious, took a step forward, and almost knelt down.

"I have elderly parents to support and young children to raise; this shop is my only means of survival!"

"I promise I'll work hard from now on. If you ask me to wipe the table, I'll wipe the table. Please don't send me back, okay?"

After the female employee said this, several other employees also became anxious.

Liu Guangming waved his hand, signaling everyone to calm down.

"I didn't say I was going to kick you all out."

"But remember, this is not the state-run Hongxing Grocery Store, nor is it a nursing home."

"Those who want to stay, are welcome. But I have three conditions."