The business is indeed thriving, as people continue to flock outside the jewelry store even after closing time. It's already half past eleven in the evening, and while Bidegla and a few others don't rest, the rest of the staff can finally take a break. They have no choice but to ask the customers to return the next day and gather all the tired employees together.
Ned Duda has recruited a group of salespeople who are all full of vitality, even younger than Bidegla, and yet they show remarkable enthusiasm. Not once has Bidegla seen them express fatigue since they arrived.
"Your performance today has left me thoroughly satisfied, so I won't shortchange you. When you leave, each of you will receive a bonus of one hundred thousand. This is my gift to you," Bidegla announced. This took everyone by surprise, followed by a tumultuous applause. To receive such a substantial fortune on their first day of work is truly a great wealth for these young individuals who have just stepped into society.
"As long as you all work wholeheartedly for the jewelry store, I will not shortchange you in terms of treatment. What others can offer you, I can offer you more. This is a collective effort, so I hope everyone will work together," Bidegla smiled and then waved, saying, "Go and collect your money."
"Thank you, boss," the young women present smiled and then eagerly ran to collect their money.
Although the payment of one hundred thousand to each person amounted to over two million for the jewelry store, this is necessary to retain their loyalty. In comparison to the store's profits today, the two million is a drop in the bucket, and Bidegla doesn't mind.
After spending almost twenty minutes to pay each person's card, Mordhadi emerged from behind the counter, looking exhausted. Everyone present was exhausted, as it had been an extremely busy day with hardly any time to rest. If it weren't so late, they might still be working.
Despite the physical exhaustion, Mordhadi was in high spirits because this marked the first step in his career and he had achieved great success.
"Brother, today our jewelry store has truly made a fortune," Mordhadi said, unable to contain his excitement.
"How much did we earn?" Bidegla was not the only one puzzled by his words. Even Jennie Laura and Tamma Jones gathered around at this point.
"Today, our sales have exceeded two billion," Mordhadi said something that surprised even Bidegla.
"I made a rough calculation, and after deducting all costs and discounts, our pure profit for today alone is over four hundred million."
"So much?" Bidegla was taken aback. They hadn't even invested four hundred million in the entire jewelry store, yet they had broken even on the first day and even made a small profit.
But it was only today; business might gradually decline in the future, as jewelry and gold accessories are not easily damaged. Even if others are rich, they can't come every day, can they?
"Let's go, I'll treat you all to dinner tonight," Bidegla said with a smile, then ushered them to leave.
"Great, we definitely need to celebrate," Mordhadi smiled and then quickly packed up before following Bidegla out of the jewelry store.
“My brothers, I will trouble you to look after things this evening,” Bidegla said as he approached Taitwein, patting him on the shoulder.
The jewelry store has many valuable items, and although there are security cameras, it requires human supervision. Therefore, from now on, Taitwein and the people called in from Stuart Buzer will have to live in the store to prevent theft.
“Boss, rest assured, with us here, the jewelry store will not lose anything,” Taitwein scratched his head, a simple smile on his face. Although they were tired today, Bidegla's promised reward of one hundred thousand yuan for each person made them forget their physical fatigue and left only excitement.
One hundred thousand yuan, perhaps many people do not even earn that much in a year.
Especially for Taitwein's difficult family, one hundred thousand yuan is truly a godsend.
So, for Bidegla, Taitwein not only felt gratitude, but also respect. Such a good boss is a blessing for their employees.
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“Well, everyone is tired today, go rest,” Bidegla said, before leaving with Mordhadi and the others.
Bidegla indeed wanted to treat them to a meal, but the place he chose made Mordhadi and the others laugh and cry - he actually brought them to a riverside stall.
Because two sports cars arrived at the same time, they attracted many eyes. Many people at the stall looked on with envy.
People who can afford sports cars are wealthy, but when they saw Jennie Laura and Tamma Jones getting out of the cars, they were all amazed.
Would such exquisite beauties really come to a place like this?
“Please come inside, everyone,” the stall owner came over, looking eager to serve.
“Boss, you go and do your thing, prepare some of your best dishes for us, and also bring me a few cases of beer,” Bidegla said, without any airs.
“Then please wait a moment, I will go prepare right away.” In front of the beauties, the boss was very quick, and immediately went to prepare.
Stalls like this don't usually have people who can afford sports cars coming to eat, but today, a distinguished guest has arrived.
“Let's go, tonight we won't return sober,” Bidegla said, before casually finding a table and sitting down.
The reason Bidegla brought them here is because the scenery is good, and they can enjoy the riverside view while eating and drinking, much better than those fancy hotels in Bidegla's opinion.
And everyone is very familiar with each other, and there is no need to spend extra money. Eating a variety of delicacies from the mountains and seas, and occasionally some street food, is also a good choice.
“Before long, the boss brought out his best dishes one after another, all beautifully presented and appetizing.”
“Brother, let's have a drink,” Bidegla said as he picked up a beer and took a big swig, finishing nearly half of it in one go.
“Sure.” Today, Mordhadi didn't say much either, and just started drinking with Bidegla.
Jennie Laura and Tamma Jones pursed their lips, then slowly started drinking from their glasses.
“Brother, the store will be quite busy for some time in the future, so please take care of things more,” Bidegla said slowly.
“Why mention this? It's my responsibility to take care of things, I will do my best to manage everything in the store, even if you don't ask me,” Mordhadi also said with a smile.
"In a few days, I may have to leave the city of Zhuhai for a while, so I temporarily entrust the two of them to you for help. If there are any problems, call this number," Bidegla said, giving Stuart Buzer's number to Mordhadi.
"Tch, Jennie and I are not children, we don't need someone to look after us," Tamma Jones scornfully remarked.
"It's none of your business," Bidegla glared at her, then said, "I'm afraid news of the assassination attempt on me has already spread. Someone is targeting me now, so I really need to rely on you during this time," Bidegla said with a serious tone.
"No problem," Mordhadi nodded in response to Bidegla's change in demeanor, then wrote down the number.
"But why are you leaving Zhuhai? Isn't everything fine here?" Mordhadi asked, puzzled.
"I have some things to take care of, it will probably take some time. In any case, my brother, I need you to keep an eye on them for me. I don't want anything to happen to them," Bidegla said.
"We are like brothers, your business is my business, I've got it," Mordhadi assured, patting his chest.
"Tch."
At this point, Tamma Jones had wanted to say something, but Jennie Laura pulled her back, so she chose to remain silent.
Although the two of them can take care of themselves, Bidegla is now looking out for their well-being, and their current situation is indeed somewhat unsafe. Having an extra person to look out for them is always safer.
"I may not go to the jewelry store tomorrow, I have my own affairs to attend to and then prepare to leave," Bidegla suddenly said after taking a sip of wine.
"Since you have things to do, go ahead. The jewelry store is already on the right track, there shouldn't be any major issues," Mordhadi smiled, not prying into Bidegla's plans.
"Alright, let's eat quickly. After eating, let's go back and rest early," Bidegla said, starting to eat.
The food at the food stall was very spicy, so not long after, Jennie Laura and Tamma Jones' faces were already red from the spiciness, constantly fanning their tongues with their hands, seeking cool relief, which was quite a sight.
After a few bottles of wine, Bidegla and Mordhadi began to reminisce about their school days, with both happy and bittersweet memories, feeling a sense of nostalgia.
Meanwhile, Jennie Laura and Tamma Jones listened quietly to their stories with an expression of genuine interest.
Both of them came from wealthy families, and even in their university days, their lives were very simple. There were hardly any men who dared to provoke them, so their university days were quite dull compared to Bidegla's more adventurous experiences.
Although they didn't have much money during their school days, their lives were definitely more interesting than those of the two refined young ladies.
Sometimes, when they heard the two men talking about funny things, Jennie Laura and Tamma Jones would also smile knowingly, quietly becoming the most loyal listeners.
"I can't believe it's been over a year since we graduated from college. I wonder where our second and third brothers are now," Mordhadi said, missing his former brothers.
"I believe we will meet again if it's meant to be. We don't need to dwell on it too much. Perhaps they are secretly starting a business somewhere right now," Bidegla smiled, not feeling too sentimental.
"Let's hope so."
"Ah, unexpectedly, there are two charming young ladies here." At that moment, a faint exclamation suddenly sounded not far from Bidegla and his companions, and then they saw a bare-chested man, his face flushed, being supported by several people as he stumbled towards them.
It was clear that the man had had too much to drink, and even his walking was unsteady. Watching him, Bidegla's expression gradually turned cold.