Chapter 664
Chapter 664
When he saw Jiang Han, he gave Jiang Han a warm hug.
Lai Zhuang was very strong and Jiang Han was almost suffocated to death by him.
"Brother Lai Zhuang, please sit down for a while. I have something to tell your mother."
When Lai Zhuang heard Jiang Han say this, he obediently sat on the small stool beside him.
The huge body formed a sharp contrast with the small stool, making Lai Zhuang look particularly well-behaved.
Jiang Han looked at Aunt Lao Lai, "Aunt Lao Lai, I came here specifically to see you."
Auntie Lao Lai was a little surprised, and her nerves were tense. At noon, the family had lunch at Jiang Han's newly opened hotel.
Just a few hours later, Jiang Han came to the door.
Aunt Lao Lai has encountered too many unexpected events in her life, the biggest of which was when her child was diagnosed with Down syndrome.
When Jiang Han said he had something to talk to her about, she instinctively thought it was something bad.
She was like a frightened bird, and the slightest movement could scare her.
Seeing how nervous Aunt Lao Lai was, Jiang Han also became a little nervous.
"Aunt Lao Lai, have you ever thought about finding something to do?"
"Me?" Aunt Lao Lai looked at Jiang Han in surprise.
If Lai Zhuang was a normal child, when he reached school age, she would probably go out to work like other people in the village.
Compared to other families, their family has some savings. Even if she doesn't go out, she will do some small business with her child's father.
But because of Lai Zhuang, everything became impossible.
In the past, she devoted all her energy to helping Lai Zhuang with rehabilitation training.
Now that Lai Zhuang can take care of himself, she doesn't know what to do except spend the rest of her days in boredom.
"Look, I bought a barbecue stall these past few days. You know, I can't run it myself. If you and Uncle Lao Lai are interested, you can take it over and play around with it. Just think of it as helping me look after it."
"The barbecue stall in town?" Aunt Lai looked at Jiang Han in shock.
In her memory, there was only one barbecue stall in the town. "Lao Yao..."
Jiang Han coughed lightly, "Uncle Yao has given this stall to me in order to take care of his mother-in-law."
Aunt Lao Lai didn't expect this to happen.
"Auntie Lao Lai, that barbecue stall is all about small profits but quick turnover. When I get some small seafood, I'll also bring it to the stall. If the supply is low, you can also buy some at the market. You can just ask me to reimburse the cost of the seafood. But the seafood you choose must be fresh. We'll split the profits 80% to 20%."
Auntie Lao Lai heard that the 80% to 20% split was reasonable and said, "This stall is yours, you should take 80%."
Jiang Han shook his head. "No, it's you and Uncle Lai who will take 80%, and I'll take 20%."
Auntie Lao Lai looked at Jiang Han in shock, "How can this be possible?"
She couldn't imagine Jiang Han would split the profits this way. How could the boss take the smaller share and the employees take the larger share?
"Why not? There are a lot of empty stalls next to this one. I can't say what the rent for those stalls will be in the future, but they're very cheap now. If you rent them directly, you don't have to share the profits with me."
No matter how much money Jiang Han spent on this stall, what he said was true.
The only benefit for Uncle and Aunt Lao Lai in cooperating with him was that they would not lose money, because he covered all the costs of renting equipment and supplying goods.
Aunt Lao Lai still felt that this distribution was unfair to Jiang Han.
"Aunt Lao Lai, just agree to this. On this island, besides my sister, brother-in-law, and my good friend Zhang Haidai, your family is the one I trust the most. When you have something to do, don't worry about the stall. Just take a break. Set it up when you have time. Don't worry too much."
Jiang Han's eyes were full of sincere emotions, and he didn't set up this stall just to make money.
The reason he took the 20% profit was that he wanted to control the stall.
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