The old man passed away with flair.
But there’s still a whole pile of affairs left behind, including a will that neither his daughters nor daughter-in-laws could accept.
The funeral hadn’t even started yet, and the daughter and son were already fighting at the hospital entrance.
As for the rural caretaker who received the old man’s inheritance, she could only wait to be sued.
So, a bloody family soap opera unfolded just like that.
Chen Pingsheng only glanced over in that direction twice after the old man’s departure, and never looked again.
Out of sight, out of mind.
As for his wife Song Yanxi, she was busy organizing the Splendid Night event at Water Cloud Space.
She had little affection for her own grandfather from a young age.
Mainly because she didn’t grow up in Capital City, though her sister Song Wu seed genuinely heartbroken.
Chen Pingsheng stayed in Capital City for three days before leaving. Not surprisingly, the inheritance battle between Old Liu’s Family children and the caretaker made so local news.
But it was only circulated in a small area of Capital City and didn’t make it to the TV stations or major internet news outlets.
When people get older, if they have enough retirent funds, most children will let you cling to life.
Without it, these inheritance disputes beco uglier.
It’s not just the idle folks in Capital City enjoying the drama; even the Liu family itself has many onlookers.
After returning to Magic City, Chen Pingsheng didn’t bother with these matters, and just stayed ho during the three-day New Year’s holiday.
Nowhere could be more peaceful.
"Dad, let’s go downstairs together and buy so buns!"
Chen An’an followed him, with Er Piya tagging along; in half a month, the two little ones would be on winter break.
Ti really does fly.
On the way down, they ran into that second-generation rich kid who had his eyes on his brother’s girl.
He’d been pursuing Shi Xiaoshan’s girlfriend for more than a day or two, and Shen Bing actually got moved by his money.
Can’t really bla Shen Bing though, as it was Shi Xiaoshan who gave up first.
Nevertheless, the rich second gen is quite arrogant, talking as if he’s above everyone.
What second-generations rich fear most is trying every ans to prove themselves.
And that’s exactly what he was doing.
Took tens of millions from his family to start a bike-sharing company, and, believe it or not, he’s actually doing quite well.
Certainly better than his cousin who jumped off a building.
Chen An’an humd disapprovingly at the sight of him, which seed sowhat disdainful.
Er Piya, not knowing better, mindlessly mimicked her sister’s humming.
Upon reaching Old Yang’s Bun Shop downstairs in the community.
Chen Pingsheng bought so pickled vegetable buns, corn, and soy milk, enough for a family breakfast.
Old Yang’s Family, too, raised a good-for-nothing; after getting married, he pressured his own parents to death.
Not only did he drain his parents’ life savings, but also borrowed hundreds of thousands.
And then, he barely managed a down paynt in Magic City, with a verbal promise not to live with his mother-in-law after marriage.
Impressive! What a ridiculous wife he’s found.
The elderly couple has to get up at one or two o’clock in the morning to work until six in the evening, their entire lives dedicated to the small bun shop.
Who knows what they see in raising such a son, and whether they’ll regret it soday.
Er Piya was filled with righteous indignation, and upon returning ho, she grabbed Little Third Chew Lu and gave him a beating.
She sternly warned him to respect his two sisters when he grows up.
Poor Chen Lu, it seems rely existing warrants being bullied by his two sisters perpetually.
"Dad, don’t worry, Little Third has been beaten awake by , he’ll definitely not grow up to be a sycophant."
Chen Pingsheng didn’t say a word and smacked her on the back of the head, "Who told you to hit him? He’s only six months old."
"I was just reminding him to be filial when he grows up."
"I haven’t seen you being filial."
Er Ya is known for outrageous antics, and today isn’t an exception.
Chen Pingsheng asked her, "I’m saying, you’re due for kindergarten next year, so why not just start first grade in September?"
He had originally planned to let her attend kindergarten for two years before starting first grade at five.
It seems that plan needs to be moved up, seeing her condition.
"Alright, alright!"
Er Piya was excited, "As long as I learn quickly, one day I’ll be able to be in the sa class as my sister."
"Yeah, as if!"
Chen Pingsheng couldn’t be bothered with her and the family sat down in the hall for breakfast.
After the al, whoever cleans up will be decided by rock-paper-scissors; Er Piya lost.
She started to be a sore loser, sprawling out on the sofa, claiming dizziness and wanting to sleep.
Chen An’an gave her little butt a kick, as in their ho, only her elder sister had the power to discipline her.
The only one who could stop Little Third’s crying was the fiercely good Er Piya herself.
Feeling lifeless, Er Ya began mopping the floor, wielding an especially tiny internet-famous mop, which was quite comical.
By the ti she had finally finished mopping, she noticed Little Third has been chewing his fingers and giggling.
She went over and made him cry.
After his tears turned into laughter, she carelessly swung him around in her arms.
Isn’t it common to raise little kids who’re less than half a year old this way?
"Dad, today is New Year’s Day, isn’t there any activity planned for our family?"
"There actually is."
Chen Pingsheng said, "Later, we’ll go to our own store for a consur experience."
"Does that count as an activity?" Er Piya imdiately felt discontent.
"Of course, it counts."
Chen Pingsheng started changing his shoes, unconcerned, "The company has been undergoing extensive renovations recently, now they’re almost finished, and I also need to go and inspect the results on-site."
"Oh." Er Ya was half-hearted about going.
Chen An’an was actually very keen, and she busily changed into her shoes, following Dad.
Only then did Er Ya belatedly realize, feeling silly, that her opinion didn’t matter in the slightest.
Humphing twice, she quickly caught up.
Many big companies have the day off on New Year’s Day, so there are particularly many people out shopping in Magic City.
Chen Pingsheng was accustod to field practice, spotting problems in various stores or corporations.
It’s all too easy to be deceived by subordinates when sitting in an office all day.
There is a huge Tenghui Departnt Store not far from their building; he often shopped there for groceries.
The service and presentation were both quite good.
The daily custor traffic was also very large, and further away were places like Antler Coffee, Feiyangyang Restaurant, Snacks Dash, and others.
Er Piya went on a family task to observe; she was born liking trouble.
Once inside, without saying anything, she wouldn’t take a dium cup, small cup, or a large cup.
The waiter was baffled.
"Young lady, what exactly do you want?"
"I want an extra-large cup."
"We don’t have that here, only large and dium cups."
"Then get a bucket."
Er Piya wanted to treat her sister to a bucket, but her sister dragged her aside, unamused.
It was Chen Pingsheng who directly called the female waitress over to ask.
When they found out it was the big boss visiting, you can imagine how nervous they were.
But because the gap was so wide, they could share so honest opinions.
Antler Coffee had fired quite a few veteran managers, not just one or two, and the frontline employees didn’t feel much about it.
However, their inco and welfare benefits had indeed increased substantially recently.
Many of the employee benefits at the group level are directly set by headquarters and implented.
But due to various reasons, so people skim off the top at different levels.
As a result, what actually reaches the hands of frontline employees is, relatively speaking, much less.
Take, for example, the gifts and red envelopes distributed during festivals.
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The standard is a 500 yuan red envelope for major festivals, and gifts are purchased based on a 300 yuan standard.
For minor festivals, red envelopes of 300 yuan, and gifts are bought for about 200 yuan per person.
Red envelopes are not in question, as faking them would be too easily detected.
But with gifts, it’s different; a large part could be skimd off without anyone noticing.
Just this alone, combined with the thirty to forty thousand frontline employees of Antler Coffee.
It could easily eat up tens of millions in employee benefits each year.
And that is just one aspect; other areas like renovations, raw material procurent, and so on.
For those who hold the power, making money is especially easy.
After firing a batch of veteran managers this ti, the treatnt of frontline employees visibly improved a lot.
This was not because the group increased employee benefits but simply because those who were corrupt were removed.
The benefits that originally belonged to the employees were finally returned to them.
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