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But Zhao Fusheng probably has no problem, Wang Jinghua will definitely give himself this face, but when he thinks that Fan Baobao will come back every year during the summer vacation and the Spring Festival to do promotions, Zhao Fusheng feels that the scene will definitely be very interesting of.

"Guokuo, I'm hungry." When Zhao Fusheng opened his mouth to speak, Fan Beibei raised his head and said to Zhao Fusheng.

The little girl is already four years old during Chinese New Year, and Li Yuan is thinking about whether to find a nanny to take care of her. After all, she herself has to work in the shopping mall all day long.

Zhao Fusheng didn't think it was necessary. On the one hand, the nanny might not be reliable, and if she bullied or abused the child, problems would definitely arise.On the other hand, Zhao Fusheng felt that his parents and Li Yuan could not work in the mall for such a long time.

In a formal enterprise, a truly qualified boss does not participate in the operation and management of the mall all day long, but needs to know people and make good use of them, and find the most suitable talents to take charge of the most suitable positions.

It can be seen from here that Dad Zhao still has a lot to learn: the status is okay, please subscribe, please recommend tickets, and ask for monthly ticket support!The point is to subscribe, brothers!

Chapter 3 Thirteen Spring Festival

In fact, Dad Zhao himself knows that in a strict sense, he is not a qualified operator. After all, no boss would spend all day in the mall and help move goods from time to time.

But he just likes to do this, chatting and talking with those workers, he can always get first-hand information.

The same is true for Mama Zhao, and even some people in the mall don't know that she is the proprietress, and think she is a handyman.

"Beibei, my brother will take you to find your mother." Zhao Fusheng looked at the time, it was getting late, and there were no customers in the supermarket.

He glanced at Fan Baobao, and said: "Go and call my dad and them back, it's almost there, let's go home."

Fan Baobao looked up at the time: "The door will close in less than an hour, just wait."

"What are you waiting for, those who celebrate Chinese New Year, go home." Zhao Fusheng said angrily.

This girl is also an ignorant guy, she only knows how to make money.

Soon Mother Zhao and Li Yuan came back first, Li Yuan stretched out her arms to hug her little daughter, and said to Zhao Fusheng with a smile: "What's the matter, are you in a hurry?"

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly: "Auntie, you are the boss, not the employees, and you are always rushing to do so many things, how do you let the people below work?"

"what?"

Li Yuan and Zhao's mother looked at each other in blank dismay, why was it wrong to help with the work?

Zhao Fusheng sighed: "Think about it, if others don't tell you, if you do the handyman's work, they will do less, but do you feel in your heart that your work is not good enough? Will you be fired?"

Zhao's mother and Li Yuan were all dumbfounded. At this time, Zhao's father walked in, covered in dust, Zhao Fusheng was even more helpless: "Dad, I know you are willing to chat with those people, but you always help like this, you let Uncle Chen What do they do? They are responsible for the purchase and transportation, do you not trust them or do you have other ideas?"

The elders were all stunned, they didn't expect that there was such a saying in it.

But I have to say that what Zhao Fusheng said was not wrong at all.

"Then what do you mean, let's just leave?" Zhao Ma looked at Zhao Fusheng strangely.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Of course, you and Aunt Li will reconcile the accounts tomorrow morning. With monitoring and systems, you can't go wrong."

Originally, it was not so troublesome to be in a shopping mall. How could my mother and father be so busy working like a worker all day long? I made money, but my body was also exhausted.

In that case, Zhao Fusheng would rather start his own business by himself.

For him, making money is of course a very important thing, but the body of his parents is more important, there is no doubt about it.

Zhao Fusheng would never allow the matter that the son wants to support but the relative is not there to happen to him.

"Okay, okay, go home for the New Year."

Dad Zhao laughed, and said to everyone: "I'm going to drive, let's go home by car."

There must be no buses at this time, and basically there are not too many taxis. Most of the taxis at this time are either Jetta or Xiali, and the price is not cheap, but one car certainly cannot accommodate so many people.

So, Dad Zhao decided to take his family back in his newly bought car.

Looking at the golden cup of bread in front of him, Zhao Fusheng twitched his eyebrows, and looked at his father helplessly: "Dad, next time you buy a car, please tell me."

"What's wrong?" Dad Zhao looked at his son with a strange expression.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head, didn't speak, just felt very helpless.

But to be honest, even if he was just sitting in a van, he felt more comfortable than sitting in a Mercedes-Benz or BMW in his previous life. It was a very happy feeling.

There are many times in a person's life that he is very happy, but the happiest time is undoubtedly when he is with his family.

Back home, Mother Zhao and Li Yuan were cooking, Zhao Fusheng glanced at Fan Baobao who wanted to help, he laughed and said nothing.

Dad Zhao was a little surprised: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "It's okay, I guess you will understand in a while."

Hearing his son's words, Zhao's father was confused, but he nodded, turned on the TV, and the two of them watched the Spring Festival Gala together.

The Spring Festival Gala at this time is still very interesting, at least the show is quite attentive, although the audience scolds the street every year, but no matter what, they will definitely stay in front of the TV to watch.

Although Zhao Fusheng's family came back a little late, but for a party that lasted more than four hours, the difference of 10 minutes is nothing.

Moreover, Zhao Fusheng also knew that it seemed that Zhou Feifei and Liu Dehua were both going to be on the Spring Festival Gala this year.

I just don't know if the programs they perform are familiar to me.

It's very interesting to say that Zhao Fusheng found that he hadn't watched any of the programs performed in the Spring Festival Gala, and there was nothing about the content of the Spring Festival Gala that he had seen in his previous life.

In other words, the show was as fresh to him as anyone else.

Sitting there watching the party with great interest, teasing Fan Beibei in his arms from time to time, and exchanging views on the show with his father, Zhao Fusheng felt that life was too happy.

And just ten minutes later, with a few screams, Fan Baobao was chased out by Zhao Ma and Li Yuan.

"What's the matter, baby?" Seeing Fan Baobao pouted, Dad Zhao asked strangely.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, didn't say a word, saw Fan Baobao's face flushed, and said embarrassedly: "Well, I mixed up soy sauce and vinegar..."

Dad Zhao blinked and looked at Zhao Fusheng, the meaning of the question was obvious.

After all, during this period of time, Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao have been living under the same roof, and it is impossible for the two of them to go out to eat every day. Could it be that this is how his son came here?

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "Dad, I can cook by myself, thank you."

"Ah?" Dad Zhao was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.

"Uncle..." Fan Baobao naturally understood what Dad Zhao meant, his face turned red in an instant, and he tugged on Dad Zhao's shoulder coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, uncle doesn't smile, uncle doesn't smile." Father Zhao suppressed a smile, then looked at Fan Baobao and said, "It's okay, anyway, Fusheng can cook, and you won't be hungry, it's okay."

"That's right, he still doesn't want to ask him to cook for me." Fan Baobao nodded heavily, and then looked at Zhao Fusheng: "This time it depends on whether you do it or not. If you don't, I will call uncle."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly, watching Fan Baobao complacently grimacing at himself, he was really too lazy to complain about her.