Even Fan Tianhua, who was stuck guarding the tea section, felt the same way. "I'm just like you all, you know—I'm not a shareholder, so why am I dragged into all this work? But the sales numbers are seriously... tsk, pretty high."
As for how high they actually were, or how much money they made, when a few of them tried to calculate it together, they still couldn't figure it out.
Fan Tianhua said, "I'll go calculate the accounts tomorrow. It's all in a system anyway, just export it and pull up the sheet—it's simple."
They were totally exhausted today. Even though everyone was genuinely curious, they had no choice but to wait until tomorrow.
"Let's head home." Pei Ziyu pulled out his car keys from his pocket and said to everyone.
Everyone nodded repeatedly—let's just rest tonight and figure things out later.
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Sweet dreams all night.
