Wearing to the 70s: Mr. Rough Man, Please Spare Me

Now that the store is ready, choosing a storekeeper becomes a problem. If the child is older, Fang Ping can be asked to watch the food store to pass the time.

But now the child is still young and still needs Fang Ping's care.

She didn't want to ask relatives and friends for help, because if they didn't do well, she wouldn't be able to say much.

In the end, An Xin chose the recruitment method.

There were still quite a lot of people looking for jobs at this time. The recruitment notice had just been posted, and there were already more than a dozen people in the store.

Anxin interviewed them one by one and finally selected three employees.

One is a girl named Ma Hui who looks honest and responsible after graduating from junior high school. She is a native of Kyoto.

One is a boy named Zhang Peng who went to high school in another place but did not go to college.

There is another girl who graduated from junior high school and is from out of town. She is dressed very fashionably. Her name is Luo Qiaoling.

The food store was handed over to Ma Hui, with a basic salary of 30 yuan and a [-]% commission, that is, one yuan for every one hundred yuan.

The electronic product store was handed over to Zhang Peng, who also received a basic salary of 30 yuan, and a commission of one yuan per product.

The shop selling clothes was handed over to Luo Qiaoling. The basic salary was also 30 yuan, and the commission was 1 cent per piece of clothing.

What is the total amount of goods in a store, and each item is clearly marked with a price, so An Xin is not afraid of them hiding it secretly. She will check the accounts at the end of the month.

She didn't tell anyone about these three shops, just because she was afraid that Dou Hai and the others would think too much and wouldn't rent the shops to them. Anyway, it would be better to have one less thing than one more thing. Mainly because she was afraid that Fang Ping would be in trouble.

After the store opened, An Xin also started school.

However, her classes are much more casual now. Except for the required classes, she spends the rest of her time with the guinea pigs or following Mr. Wu on medical visits.

"Mr. Wu, I'm inviting you to treat my wife. Isn't it inappropriate for you to let a girl watch the film? Are you trying to practice on my wife?" An old man in his 60s said dissatisfiedly to Mr. Wu. .

This time An Anxin followed Mr. Wu for medical treatment as usual, but when he arrived at the patient's home, Mr. Wu asked An An Xin to go for a diagnosis first, so this was also the reason for his dissatisfaction.

"Mr. Deng, although my apprentice is still in college, he has already obtained the medical qualification certificate, so you can rest assured!" said Mr. Wu, neither humble nor overbearing.

"What does this medical qualification certificate mean? She is selling dog meat with a sheep's head. I don't know. But she is too young. I will not make fun of my lover's body. If you don't want to diagnose and treat, just say so. There is no need to make fun of you." Disciple is using it as an excuse to leave slowly without seeing him off!" The old man directly made a "please" gesture.

"Teacher, why don't we forget it!" An Xin pulled Mr. Wu's sleeve and whispered.

In fact, she knew that the teacher had good intentions. Mr. Deng looked like a person of some status, otherwise he would not have passed through layers of guards before coming in. The teacher asked her to treat him because he wanted her to become famous.

Mr. Wu patted the back of An Xin's hand and continued: "As the old saying goes, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the young are better than the blue. Although my apprentice is not as good as me now, he will definitely be better than me in the future. , but do you know how she got her medical qualification certificate? Who issued it?"

"No matter how good a disciple you are, I will never make fun of my lover's body! Mr. Wu, if you don't take action, please come back!"

"I do!" Suddenly a weak voice came to mind at the door, and the man continued, "Old Deng, I agree, I believe in this girl An Xin!"

This voice was very familiar. An Xin raised his eyes and saw that this was not the voice of Aunt Deng, who had a close relationship.