Chapter 69: Reasons for losses (Part 2)
Cuizhu put the account book aside and took out a note from the account book.
She looked at the note, felt incredible and said to Zhao Ping: "Xiao Langjun, I checked this account book. There are serious false expenses in the account book."
"According to this statistics, the shopkeeper has embezzled more than 1,500 yuan in the past eight years."
The uncle was shocked and couldn't believe it.
He looked hard at the man in front of him.
He is the person he trusts the most.
And he is also my wife’s cousin.
To be so vicious.
He couldn't help but slap the desk.
Looking at the direction where Luo An was being held, he shouted loudly: "Cousin Luo, I treat you well, and I even entrusted you with a restaurant that affects my life and fortune. Why do you treat me like this? How can I not be sorry to Cousin Luo?"
The uncle couldn't help but rushed up and beat the other person hard.
Just as his uncle rushed over to beat Luo An hard, Zhonghua, who looked a little tired, also came in.
After he came in, he saluted his mother, uncle and Zhao Ping.
He was very tired and sat down in the chair.
Zhao Ping looked at him and knew he had gained something.
But I don’t know what the gain is?
Zhao Ping personally made a cup of drunken spring breeze for his mother and uncle.
I also brewed a cup of Drunken Spring Breeze tea for Zhonghua and Cuizhu.
They stayed up all night, which made Zhao Ping feel distressed.
My mother was drinking tea and watching with a smile.
Uncle and mother exchanged glances, then nodded.
Zhao Ping said with some heartache: "Cui Zhu, don't worry about this, why stay up late? As a woman, staying up late is not beautiful. You have worked so hard, please drink some tea to refresh yourself."
He also told Zhonghua to pay more attention to rest. Zhonghua drank tea to refresh himself while expressing his gratitude.
Cuizhu was a little touched and almost burst into tears. She felt that it was worth staying up late.
She blinked her red eyes and turned back, then rolled her eyes at him and said, "Xiao Langjun, this is a big deal for Xiao Langjun's uncle. Can you not be anxious? It's my honor to be able to stay up late."
My uncle also came over to bow to his mother, took one look at Cuizhu and said, "Sister, Ping'er has worked hard, and Cuizhu has also worked hard to grow fine things."
For uncle to say this, it was polite enough for Zhonghua and Cuizhu.
After all, Cuizhu is still a maid now, and in the future she will be a side wife at most;
Zhonghua is just Zhao Ping's subordinate.
Zhonghua hurriedly said he didn't dare.
Although Cuizhu thought it was nothing, being able to let the mistress, husband and husband see her hard work and effort, as well as her intelligence, was worth more than anything else.
Thinking of it, she couldn't help but snorted at Xi Lingzhu. Compared with Xi Lingzhu, after all, she was the mistress and the young man's personal maid, and she was also quite talented and could help the young man's personal maid.
Zhonghua looked at Zhao Ping and his uncle, but it was hard to say what he wanted to say.
The uncle knew that he had discovered something he didn't know, so he said: "It's fine, but it doesn't matter, I can bear it."
Zhong Hua thought for a while, organized his words, and then handed over his hands and said: "After humble questioning, the boss and several waiters have admitted it, but the amount they admitted is smaller. Compared with the amount found by Cuizhu, only two of them become."
"I thought there must be something wrong. So I interrogated the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper firmly denied it. Instead, he said that he had worked hard for this restaurant for so many years.
"As for the reason for the loss, of course there is always a big gap between the dishes and Yuchun Restaurant. It is an honor for Jingyuan Restaurant to be able to maintain its current status."
Zhonghua finally expressed his worries.
"We are not official officials, so we cannot use force against him. Young Master, what should we do about this?"
After hearing this, my uncle stood up and staggered a few times, covering his head and almost falling down.
Zhao Ping and Zhonghua immediately stepped forward to help their uncle and let him sit down in his seat.
The uncle took a few sips of the tea and raised the cup above his head.
Why did he put it down again due to discomfort, and kept beating his chest to catch his breath.
Zhao Ping knew that his uncle was extremely angry.
Zhao Ping walked around the case a few times, stopped and said, "He has a kind of luck in his heart, thinking that we will not check the accounts. After we get rid of this luck, he will naturally confess. Bring him up."
This is a middle-aged man in his late forties wearing foreign clothes.
I can't compliment my appearance, with darker skin, an upturned nose, and higher cheekbones.
The body is thick and strong, with a masculine look.
It seems that this person has excellent psychological quality.
And there is a sense of luck in my heart.
Although he understood his situation, he still had a smile on his face.
After saluting his uncle, he still smiled and asked, "Cousin-in-law, what can I do for you?"
After all, he is a scholar. His uncle took a deep breath and returned the courtesy, suppressing the anger in his chest.
The uncle asked in a deep voice: "Cousin Luo, I treat you well. Your cousin has full authority to manage the restaurant. Why is the loss so serious now that the entire restaurant is in debt?"
Luo An still smiled and said: "Cousin-in-law, my cousin feels ashamed and is really incompetent. Facing the fairy-like dishes of Yuchun Restaurant, my cousin is losing ground. Please deal with it."
Zhao Ping saw that he was avoiding important matters, glanced at him and said calmly: "Then please explain, why is there a deficit of more than 1,500 yuan in the book?"
Luo An's expression changed slightly, but soon returned to normal.
He looked at Zhao Ping and asked puzzledly: "Who is this young man? I don't think I have seen you before."
The uncle glanced at him bitterly, pointed at Zhao Ping and said, "This young gentleman is the future owner of Zhaojiazhuang, Zhao Ping, the young gentleman of Zhaojiazhuang."
Luo An's expression changed drastically, he stepped forward and bowed deeply, and said, "I have met the young man."
Zhao Ping avoided it and immediately bowed deeply: "How can it be like this? I have met my cousin."
No matter how reluctant he is, Luo An is also one of his relatives and friends, so he must be polite.
Luo An's face relaxed. As long as the future owner of Zhaojiazhuang recognized him as his cousin, even a huge sin would be easy to deal with.
Zhao Ping saw that his expression changed from tense to calm, and said: "Relatives are relatives, but restaurants are restaurants, they are two different things. Cousin, cousin should explain clearly to uncle about the restaurant."
Luo An glanced at Zhao Ping, sighed and said, "The accounting office is responsible for managing the account books. I'm not very familiar with this."
It turns out that there is a special accounting room that does accounting.
After bringing him up, Zhao Ping saw that this man had long clothes and wide sleeves. He was about fifty years old. He was very thin, with thick eyebrows like knives, sharp eyes, and thin lips. It seemed that he was a very strong-willed person.
He came up and bowed to his uncle and Zhao Ping, and then said: "The manager has met the boss and the young man."
After returning the gift, Zhao Ping asked calmly: "Dare I ask if the accounting office of my uncle's Jingyuan Restaurant is doing the accounting?"
The manager glanced at Zhao Ping, his uncle and Luo An and replied proudly: "That's exactly what I did, what advice do you have?"
Zhao Ping pointed to the account book, then flipped through a few pages and said: "After checking the accounts, we found that there were 1,500 false accounts. What's going on here?"
The manager's face remained as calm as ever, he shook his head and said, "I have never made false accounts before. I don't know where to start talking about fifteen hundred dollars."
Zhao Ping took a deep look at him and said coldly: "It seems that you are determined not to give up until you reach the Yellow River. Cuizhu, go forward and reconcile with him."
After Cuizhu agreed, he came out with the account book. Wanfu saluted and said crisply: "Little girl Cuizhu, I have seen the accounting office."
When the manager saw a young lady who was only twelve years old, her whole body immediately relaxed, as if the spring breeze was blowing through her pores.
He smiled slightly and said: "It's easy to say, easy to say. Please give me your advice, little lady."
Cuizhu opened the account book and pointed out the amount and time of several major false accounts that year.
The manager's face changed and he asked seriously: "The lady said there is something wrong with my account books. How can I prove it?"
He made it clear that he didn't believe what Cuizhu said.
Cuizhu replied calmly: "This is easy to handle. Please ask the accounting office to ask the questions, and the little girl will answer the questions."
The manager's expression suddenly became more relaxed. He thought for a moment, then glanced at Cuizhu and asked: "Today there is one chicken, worth five; one hen, worth three; three chicks, worth one. Anyone can buy a chicken for a hundred dollars. There are a hundred chickens. How many are the rooster, mother, and chicks?"
The manager took out a slender piece of charcoal wrapped in paper.
I wrote it on the paper "brushing".
Write out numbers in the sky that he can't recognize.
Less than half a stick of incense, Cuizhu finished counting.
She bowed to the manager and replied crisply: "Report to the accounting office. The answer is four males, eighteen females, and seventy-eight chicks."
Zhao Ping saw that the management had lost its original calmness, and sweat suddenly broke out on his face!
Zhao Ping knew that this arithmetic problem was one of the most difficult in Chinese history.
Even if you manage to solve the problem, it will take more than an hour.
Unexpectedly, Cuizhu answered the question in less than a stick of incense.
He couldn't figure out how Cuizhu could solve it.
Did she start learning arithmetic from her mother's womb?
However, even if you start learning arithmetic in your mother's womb, you may not be able to solve it.
At this time, Cuizhu's crisp voice suddenly came from the manager's ears: "Accounting room, the little girl also has a small question here, and she wants to ask the accounting office for advice. There was an old man who had seventeen donkeys, and he gave them to three people as a legacy before his death. According to the old man's request, the eldest son, because he contributed the most, gets one-half of the total; the second son, who contributes only moderately, gets one-third of the total; and the third son, who is the youngest and contributes the least, gets one-ninth of the total. .”
Cuizhu finally revealed her intention to kill.
"The old man asked not to kill or sell the donkey. Accountant, how do you divide the family property?"
It doesn't matter at the beginning of management, just think about it easily.
But when he arrived later, his face was dripping with cold sweat.
This arithmetic problem is superficially simpler than his first problem, but the donkey cannot be killed and distributed.
That is deeper than his question.
Zhao Ping saw him wiping sweat and calculating with a pen, his brows furrowed and his eyes concentrating on the topic.
The time for a stick of incense has passed.
He read the question again and again, sweating profusely all over his body, and his brows were completely furrowed into the character "Chuan".
Finally, he sighed and had to put down his pen and said: "Little lady, I can't answer this question."
After he finished speaking, he saluted and said in a sincere tone: "I still hope that the young lady will answer."
Cuizhu smiled slightly and asked in a crisp voice: "Think more carefully about the accounting office."
