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With a loud crash, the woman quickly stuffed money into her bosom and yanked the computer used for work off the counter, pulling it down to the ground, causing the screen to go dark immediately.
The woman seemed startled as well; this device, resembling a television, should be quite valuable. However, since there were dozens of them here, it probably wouldn’t be too expensive?
“Aya, what happened? I heard a noise. Did something break?” A tall and honest-looking young man walked over from next door, concerned as he asked Mao Ya.
This was her partner from her hometown, Qiu Zhuang. However, due to her unqualified parents always wanting to marry her off for a good price—after all these years of raising her, they believed they deserved to get something back in terms of bride price—although they were essentially selling their daughter for money, they had never openly admitted it. Qiu Zhuang was also a reserved person.
It was only now that Mao Ya had settled down here that she brought the timid Qiu Zhuang along to work as a security guard so they could save up money together.
“This person is robbing us and broke a computer! Hurry up and hold her down!” Mao Ya ordered her honest partner sternly.
Qiu Zhuang glanced at the woman; she was dressed well and didn’t seem like a robber. However, given the broken computer on the floor and her actions, there was no way to refute it. He moved around to the back of the counter; although his movements were slow, the woman couldn’t struggle against his strong grip.
“I’m sorry! We had an accident because of a system issue. All computers will shut down in ten minutes. I apologize!” Seeing that everyone in the internet café was craning their necks to see what was happening, Mao Ya immediately began to explain.
Mao Ya apologized one by one, making it clear that there would be no charges for internet usage during this incident, which helped disperse the crowd.
Currently, the fee for using the internet area was twenty yuan, while the non-internet area charged ten yuan, which was indeed somewhat expensive. Although opening an account with a certain amount would grant an 20% discount, many people came online out of curiosity and some even planned ahead for what they wanted to do online.
However, compared to earlier prices, this fee had already decreased. As more internet cafés opened up, prices continued to drop and would likely keep falling.
Customers who felt they had gotten a bargain naturally had little reason to cause trouble; at most they would bang on their keyboards a couple of times before leaving.
“Aya, what should we do with this person? Should we send her to the police station or…” Qiu Zhuang asked as he held onto the woman, ignoring her curses.
Jiang Xiaojuan remained silent, her face pale. Being scolded by her mother for being ungrateful, she hadn’t expected things to turn out like this!
Mao Ya sighed; thankfully this woman wasn’t related to her. However, thinking about her own parents made her feel helpless as a child. What could she do about them? Cut ties completely? Impossible. So she could only give them some money as if paying for their selling of their daughter and then keep her distance.
"Jiang Xiaojuan, why haven't you taken all the money back yet!"
The woman is oblivious; she can't manage Mao Ya, and she can't even manage her own daughter?
"If you do this, don't blame me for not recognizing you as my daughter!"
Jiang Xiaojuan remained motionless, which only made Mao Ya feel pity for her misfortune and anger at her lack of resistance. After all this, don't you know to fight back?
She had no choice but to go over and put the money back in the cabinet, locking it up, then had Qiu Zhuang take the woman to the next room to rest while she dragged Jiang Xiaojuan along with her.
The next room was actually also a rented place where several staff members from the internet café lived.
"I need to clarify a few things with you. First, I have already paid your daughter's salary, but it has all gone towards her medical treatment and various expenses! This is called bookkeeping!"
Mao Ya discovered this because Jiang Xiaojuan was only eating steamed buns and pickles, eventually becoming malnourished and hospitalized. After that, she took it upon herself to provide her with three meals a day, deducting the cost from her salary. Uniforms were also deducted from her salary, and she sent her to night school under the guise of job training, which again came out of her pay.
Jiang Xiaojuan was so submissive that she didn't dare say anything. Faced with her mother's urging, the money sent home kept decreasing, but at least she finally looked like a normal person.
"Alright then, I won't let her work anymore. My daughter will come home with me, and I'll find you another job!" The woman was thinking about how to contact her distant nephew, who had become a Boss. Since her cousin's wages were being withheld like this, it must be that his subordinates were hiding it from him; her daughter was too honest to dare complain.
"She can leave, but you cannot. You messed with our most important machine; fixing it will cost at least one or two thousand. Plus, you've caused us to be unable to open for business—this is a loss of tens of thousands..." Mao Ya threatened her fiercely.
If the internet café could maintain a 100% occupancy rate 24 hours a day, they could indeed make tens of thousands. Now they were only making around Senior Year thousand in revenue; during slow times, maybe just over a thousand. It was already three in the afternoon; the losses were piling up, but people like this needed to be scared into submission.
"I'm not counting your small change. Ten thousand; if you can come up with that amount, you can leave. If not, I'll treat you as a robber and send you to the police station!" The room was warm and cozy, and Mao Ya felt quite pleased inside.
She was someone who clearly distinguished between love and hate. For those who treated her well, like Yuejie, she would always speak softly and happily with them. Whatever Yuejie asked her to do, she complied without question. However, when dealing with women like this one, the harsher the lesson she taught them, the more satisfied Mao Ya felt.
As for Jiang Xiaojuan, what does she think? She is truly like an ostrich, just waiting in fear for the outcome. Perhaps out of familial affection, she might plead with Mao Ya, but she is fundamentally weak and powerless.
"I don't believe it! You're lying! How could your broken shop possibly make this much money?" Aunt Juan shouted. If she hadn't seen that big guy collecting at the door, she might have run away.
Daughter? Didn't she see how well she was dressed? Has she gained weight? This little matter is nothing.
"Alright, Qiu Zhuang, come over and take her to the police station!" Mao Ya shouted at Qiu Zhuang, and the woman's reaction made her laugh.
"Wait, wait! I admit it, I admit it!" The woman was still quite fearful of the police station. However, back in her rural town, there were hardly any police officers who really enforced the law.
"Daughter, I've suffered! You can't just ignore me! How about this: you help me reduce the compensation a bit, and then you can work hard to pay off the debt?"
After some friendly negotiation, Jiang Xiaojuan was required to work off her debt for a year and a half, with meals and accommodation provided. After signing the IOU, the woman received enough money to buy a train ticket home.
"Aya, won't this be a bit inappropriate? After all, she is Boss's relative!"
"It's better not to keep such malicious relatives. Do you think I deducted money without asking Yuejie? This is all approved by Boss. At most, if that woman comes begging to Boss later, he will just tear up the IOU as a favor!"
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