"Xiao Wan, this money is for you. Keep it for yourself. We've saved quite a bit as well, and I want Cong Nan to keep an eye out to see if there are any houses for sale nearby. It's not a good thing to always be renting a place," Lin Yinghui said as he set down the abacus and handed five thousand yuan to Lin Wan.
"Brother, you're giving me too much,"
The hotpot restaurant made about twelve thousand a year, and from the workshop at the distillery, after paying the workers' wages, rent, and other costs besides the machines, it was still quite a considerable amount.
Brother and Brother Li each got over five hundred yuan. Having just started within half a year, renting a place and buying machines, the pure profit was already considerable.
"Take it. Brother has to go to school, and you're the one worrying about the store. This money is what you deserve. Besides, Brother takes the big share, and you're still losing out,"
