The milk tea shop's promotion was planned to last three days.
Zhu Yulan realized on the first evening that she had been tricked again.
Angry, she wanted to jump up and bite Xu Musen.
But before she left, Xu Musen sent her a red envelope with two hundred yuan in it.
"Zhu Boss, you've worked hard, this is your hard-earned fee."
Truth be told, this amount of money wasn't enough to press her Ferrari's gas pedal a few times.
Zhu Yulan looked at the two hundred yuan hard-earned fee he handed her and felt it was more like an "imbecile fee!"
"Xu Musen! Would you die if you didn't trick me?"
She couldn't help but grind her teeth; while cutting the fruit, she almost cut her hand, and after selling hundreds of cups of milk tea, her arms were sore.
"Zhu Boss, that's not right to say, we are partners, mutual benefit and win-win. Plus, don't you feel that this kind of hands-on work, though tiring, was also very rewarding?"
