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Chapter 87 Leisurely Vacation
  When Song Xiaoran heard this, she beamed and was in a good mood: "Xiao Kangkang, you are very sensible!"

Zhao Shaokang smiled and said: "Smart people use their brains, but fools use their hands."

"Yeah! Don't belittle yourself. You can still do it. Come on!" Song Xiaoran stood on tiptoes happily and patted Zhao Shaokang on the shoulder. She had completely forgotten the unpleasantness at the beginning.

Zhao Shaokang is a good person and can handle it!
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At six o'clock in the evening, Song Xiaoran returned home with his head hanging down and a look of regret on his face.

Song Kun had just finished cooking and was serving the dishes. He still had to take off his apron: "Boss Song, what's wrong?"

Song Xiaoran raised his head, his words full of regret and reflection: "Oh, Mr. Song, forget it. The last one left the car late today and was killed by Uncle Liu."

Song Kun's eyes were full of contempt. This old Liu was a notorious bad chess player in this area. Even if he played against him, he would be on the same knight. You can't even play like this, but you still have the strength to play every day.

People are really addicted to food!

"Hey, Boss Song, just respect the old and love the young, give up one plate." Song Kun comforted him against his will.

"That's right. Let's fight again tomorrow!" Song Xiaoran quickly regained her confidence, looked at the dining table with bright eyes, and praised,
  "Song Gong, your braised fish and stir-fried pork are getting better and better, they are both delicious and delicious!"

Song Kun straightened his waist: "Haha, I'm just familiar with it."

Song Xiaoran quickly washed her hands in the washbasin next to her and sat down: "Shall we still have dinner today?"

Song Kun untied his apron and nodded: "Your mother called. She has to talk to the bank today and will come back later. Your brother said that a large batch of goods has arrived at the purchasing station. When it is expedited, there is no need to wait for him. time to eat."

"Alas, these people are really busy with their careers, and in the end they neglect their families!!"

Song Xiaoran picked up a piece of fish and ate it vigorously, expressing his indictment of the irreconcilable contradictions in modern society.

Song Kun said with a look of disgust: "Boss Song, it seems like they are all working for you!"

Song Xiaoran was a little embarrassed and quickly took a bite of meat slices to calm down.

Song Kun continued to finish the attack: "You sleep until about 10 o'clock every day, and get up at noon to have a meal with Grandma Qian.

In the afternoon, I watched the children take a walk, then went to the old man to play chess and the old lady to dance.

I go home in the evening, watch TV after dinner, and then fall asleep.

Are you really embarrassed that others are so busy? "

Song Xiaoran's face turned red and her heart stopped beating, and she made a stern protest: "Worker Song! Don't you also hang out in the factory every day, talk without doing anything, and go home early to drink."

Song Kun was pouring Maotai into the cup at this time. When he heard this, his hand shook and he spilled a little. He said with anger and pain: "That's the same. I'm a technical consultant. I only need to move my mouth."

Song Xiaoran said unconvinced: "Then I'm still the boss!"

Song Kun looked at the half-empty bottle of Maotai in his hand and the bottles of Wuliangye his daughter had just asked someone to buy behind him, and felt that it was better not to discuss this work issue with his daughter in depth...

Otherwise, it is very easy to develop into a field that you cannot understand.

Song Kun took a sip of Maotai.

Alas, this Maotai does not taste the same as Sanzui...

Song Xiaoran had eaten and saw that her mother had not come back yet, so she got up and called Zhao Shaokang. Soon, Zhao Shaokang called back.

"Zhao Shaokang? Where are you?"

"Office!"

"Ah, I haven't gotten off work yet." Song Xiaoran felt a little ashamed, but not much, "Where is my mother?"

Zhao Shaokang on the other end said: "I'm not here, I went to discuss things with the bank."

"What's going on?" Song Xiaoran was curious.

Zhao Shaokang was silent for a while: "Xiao Ran, why have you lost your memory after resting at home for three weeks? What I said when I called you the day before yesterday was to hire a professional security company to escort the money. "

Oh oh oh, Song Xiaoran suddenly realized that this was indeed the case.

At that time, I was told to go home and rest, so I rested for three weeks.

It is now the end of September, and the milk tea shop has expanded to eight stores.

As the weather has become colder recently, the revenue of milk tea shops has increased instead of falling, and the money collected every day has remained stable at more than four digits.

Several stores in Xincheng and Nancheng are okay, and banks are nearby.

Employees only need to pay the money in advance before the bank closes. The income from the subsequent business is not too much. They can bring the summary back first and deposit it in the bank tomorrow.

However, several stores in Xicheng and Dachang are relatively far from banks, so going to the bank to deposit money becomes a problem.

Four days ago, an employee at the station store reported that someone was following him when he was delivering money.

Because it was broad daylight, two employees here sent money together, including a man, so there was no special situation.

But it made Zhao Shaokang more vigilant. He called Song Xiaoran to discuss whether he could hire someone to escort the money.

"Then you're talking about a security company, not a bank."

Song Xiaoran expressed solemn protest against the suggestion that she had memory loss due to lying down.

"Okay, I blame me for not explaining it clearly. I am looking for a security company affiliated with the bank. It is affiliated with the bank and helps them make deposits and look after the money bank. It is a convenient way to generate income by passing by to help us escort the money."

Zhao Shaokang explained in detail.

Song Xiaoran on the other end of the phone nodded. If this could be negotiated, it would indeed solve a lot of problems. The money was going to the bank anyway, so why not join them along the way.

Zhao Shaokang changed the subject and said, "It's been three weeks. Have you had enough rest at home?"

Song Xiaoran said warily: "What's going on? Do you still need me to take action?"

Zhao Shaokang's chuckle came from the other end of the phone: "Come with me to the Red Star Milk Powder Factory tomorrow. Something happened."

Song Xiaoran heard his tone and thought it was nothing serious, so he hesitated whether to refuse.

Song Kun on the side pricked up his ears and coughed when he heard this.

"...Okay, okay. I'm going out, I'm going out! See you tomorrow!"

Song Xiaoran put down the phone and looked back at her father helplessly: "I promised to go out, so please stop coughing!"

"Uh, really, really, I'm choking...cough cough cough cough cough..." Song Kun, who originally wanted to pretend twice, couldn't control it well and drank too much wine.

clap clap.

Song Xiaoran hurriedly came over to help his father pat his back.
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  "Sister Ran, good morning!"

Early in the morning, Zhao Shaokang and Wu Shuai waited downstairs.

The car behind him changed from an eight-hand Santa Claus to a four-seater pickup truck.

Song Xiaoran got into the car and sat down in the back seat. Wu Shuai returned to the driver's seat and said, "Sister Ran, this car's shock absorbers are not good and it will be a bit bumpy."

Song Xiaoran waved his hand: "When starting a business, keep everything simple. I'll give you a set when I make money."

Wu Shuai chuckled and nodded quickly.

He has recently resigned and is working with Zhao Shaokang. The pickup truck is also rented so that the transportation company can occasionally help transport goods when the transportation company is busy.

(End of this chapter)