Chapter 2 — Sister's Fake Revenue

"Look at you, make some money and turn yourself into this. Once you get your family's restaurant, you won't need to do everything yourself anymore." “Then we have to wait for you to win first.” “I will definitely win.” Nearly ten o'clock, one hundred and twenty meals had been packed. But the refrigerated truck Dad promised hasn't arrived yet. I called three times before he answered the phone. "Dad, where is the car? It must be delivered before eleven o'clock." On the other end of the line came the long sound of funeral trumpets, with the intermittent sound of a woman crying in between. It was like it was coming from a far away place, through an empty hallway. My hand holding the phone tightened. "The car was lent to Khai Tam in advance. Today he arranged for a blogger to come review the restaurant and wanted to film the gift box of baked goods and the kitchen." Only then did I realize he was outside Vuong Khai Tam's store. The other sound came from the funeral home next to the barbeque shop. “But dad promised me yesterday.” "Khai Tam's promotional opportunity this time is very rare, that blogger is only free today." Dad's voice was somewhat impatient. “We only need to deliver meals, can't we temporarily find a car ourselves?” After speaking, he directly hung up the phone. I stood still, the only sound in my ears was the sound of the ventilation fan in the kitchen. Mom finished stacking the last lunch box, seemingly afraid of my anger, so she softly advised: "Your dad just learned that Khai Tam needs a car. If he misses this opportunity, there won't be another one." In the end, I temporarily called two freight cars. One car got stuck in traffic and the collective meal arrived more than twenty minutes late. The training center deducted three thousand yuan for breach of contract. In the evening, mother came again. She held the burn medicine and sat in the kitchen and applied it to my arm. "Does it hurt? Next time don't stand so close. Even if you shoot out, you won't know how to avoid it." "Mom, I always feel like there's something wrong with Khai Tam's store. Its location and marketing strategy are both very strange." Her hand stopped. "Khai Tam definitely has his own thoughts, don't think about them in vain." Before leaving, she didn't forget to remind me to go to bed early. I sat in the empty store until ten o'clock at night before submitting the day's books to the group. After deducting the fee for breach of contract and the temporary car rental fee, the profit was eleven thousand eight hundred yuan. A few minutes later, Vuong Khai Tam also sent a screenshot. Today it has three more gift box orders and two card refills. The net profit was twelve thousand eight hundred yuan, exactly one thousand more than me. I looked at those two numbers, my spine gradually went cold. It was often like that before. I pulled the curtains and looked across the street. The funeral home's lights were turned off, and the barbecue restaurant was also closed. I suddenly remembered the gift boxes being taken away by small trucks, then the next day returned intact to the warehouse. Those buyers did not eat the baked goods, did not need delivery, and even returned the gift box. Besides the people at the funeral home across the street who can never get out again, I really can't think of anyone else who would spend money on a box of baked goods that will never be opened. My spine grew cold. The sister opened a shop next to the funeral home, could it really have attracted something unclean? The next morning, I used the contract form from before, forging a team building order worth eighty thousand yuan. I sent the photo to the family group. 【Next week there is a company organizing a summer team building activity at my shop, tomorrow they will pay an eighty thousand yuan deposit in advance!】 But this order does not exist at all. I wanted to see if those guests who only appeared at night could continue to bring eighty thousand yuan to Wang Kaixin. 4 That night, I hardly slept. I kept staring at the family group, waiting for my sister's strange order photos to appear again. But until morning, Vuong Khai Tam still did not send any photos of new payments. The next morning, I handed the store over to the staff and went alone to the convenience store opposite its barbecue restaurant. I want to see with my own eyes whose account these eighty thousand yuan will be transferred from. Just past nine o'clock, the shop's door was decorated with filigree

open it. The first guest to enter was Aunt Hai. “Khai Tam, give me five thousand yuan.” Vuong Khai Tam was stunned, then quickly smiled. “Auntie Two, didn't you just load it last week?” “I ate it all too quickly, let me have some more.” Auntie Hai finished scanning the code, took a photo of the payment page, and specifically asked Vuong Khai Tam to give her the invoice. She didn't stay to eat or drink, took the bill and left. Not long after, my uncle also came and set up ten tables for a party to celebrate his university entrance. Next is Aunt Ba, her cousin and a few ordinary distant relatives who barely come around. Some people buy gift boxes of baked goods, some people load prepaid cards, and some people directly pre-order next year's year-end dinner. Aunt Ba's child stood outside the door, refusing to go in. “I don't want to eat mutton skewers anymore, I don't want to eat mutton skewers in my whole life!” Aunt Ba pulled the boy's arm and went in. "Who told you to eat? Come in, pay, then leave." The child was dragged into the store by her grandmother.