In the blink of an eye, Lunar New Year had arrived.
The day before New Year's Eve, Chen Miao burned paper offerings for his parents and grandparents and talked to them for a long time.
He spent New Year's Eve at Elder Uncle's house.
That evening, Chen Miao and Elder Uncle went over the Funeral Home's earnings from the previous year.
Chen Weiyi had run it for the better part of the first half of the year, earning a profit of two hundred thousand yuan after expenses.
Seeing that figure warmed Chen Miao's heart.
In fact, after running the business for a few months, he had realized that what Elder Uncle had told him back then wasn't true.
Even when business was poor, it would be hard for the Tianmen Funeral Home to earn less than two hundred thousand a year. So even if Chen Miao hadn't improved the business, he would still have received a share of at least a hundred and fifty to two hundred thousand yuan each year.
Chen Weiyi had been finding every possible way to give him more.
Of course, Chen Miao hadn't let Chen Weiyi down.
In the second half of the year, Du Rui's arrest had damaged the Fushou Funeral Center's reputation, bringing more business to the Tianmen Funeral Home.
After that, Chen Miao weathered all of Du Xiang's schemes, and the Funeral Home's business stabilized.
With Shi Manman's skills, Luo Zhiyong's friendly attitude, and the increase in "business volume" after winter began, December's earnings nearly equaled those of the previous two months combined.
The final tally showed that Chen Miao had earned the Funeral Home over three hundred thousand yuan in profit in less than half a year. Chen Weiyi laughed heartily at that figure and drank a few extra glasses with