Chapter 103 Real Benefits

The day after the wedding, while the courtyard was bustling with activity, Yao Fanghua and Wu Peng stayed home packing. They filled four large suitcases with everything from the safe, hidden compartments, and handbags. Add to that books, personal belongings, food, drinks, and their youngest child, and the car was packed to the brim.

Wu Peng sent the remaining luggage to be shipped out. He gave a house key to Wang Huaizhi, who lived nearby, so he could come and visit the neighborhood when he had free time.

In the afternoon, Wu Peng drove to visit his fellow inmates.

With two bottles of good wine and a wad of cash, the former warden who had disciplined him made an exception for him, and Wu Peng was able to visit the prison without any trouble.

When he was released from prison, his fellow inmate was vomiting blood; he was most likely sick.

Feng Liqun is indeed ill and emaciated, but he is still alive. His application for medical treatment has been pending for several years.

Unexpectedly, besides his wife and children, other people came to see him. When he saw Wu Peng, he didn't recognize him at first.

“I’m a man dying in prison, and you come to see me? Don’t tell me about prison camaraderie; we don’t have any real friendship.”

"I went to see my sister-in-law and Xiaozhi." I glanced at them from afar.

Feng Liqun's heart tightened. What did his wife and children want with him? He was certain he hadn't offended Wu Peng.

“Don’t be nervous. I just heard they were having a hard time, so I quietly left them some money.” Wu Peng’s gaze was deep. “I didn’t want to disturb their peaceful life.”

Feng Liqun became even more wary, saying, "Just say what you have to say."

Wu Peng took out a slip of paper, showed him the name on it, his eyes flashing coldly, "This person will be coming in soon. He's not a good person."

After confirming that Feng Liqun had memorized the name on the note, he tore the note into pieces in front of Feng Liqun and put it into his pocket.

“You want me to,” Feng Liqun glanced at the guard not far away, his fingers tracing across his neck.

Wu Peng neither nodded nor shook his head, only saying, "I will give your wife and children a sum of money, enough for them to live comfortably. Think about it, ten seconds." Wu Peng spoke casually, as if he wasn't the one who was about to kill anyone.

Feng Liqun didn't even need ten seconds. He was a worthless life, a worthless life on the verge of death. If he could earn a way out for his wife and children, a way out to live a life free from worries about food and clothing, he had no reason to hesitate. Taking someone down with him before he died would be a win for him.

"I hope you keep your word and give them enough money."

Wu Peng showed him the money in his bag. "Twenty thousand, cash. I'll send it to them in a bit. Write a note saying it's for them, so they can accept it without worry." Wu Peng gestured for him to take a pen and paper and write, while he took a cigarette and lit it up. "Then have them come and see you. That way you can have peace of mind."

The money was taken from his briefcase; he used the money he had plundered to buy his life. At least some money was spent on himself, so Shen Gongming could rest in peace.

Wu Peng left with the note. At the gate, he finally lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

In the dimly lit, cramped shed, Feng Liqun's wife and children looked at the money and note that had appeared on the bed, and burst into tears, covering their mouths to suppress their sobs.

...

After a good night's rest, Wu Peng and Yao Fanghua drove back to Shenzhen the next morning.

Zhong Er, Yao Weimin, and the young man who brought the car back watched the car drive away, then carried their luggage and went to catch the train together.

Zhong Er and Yao Weimin were especially excited, as this was their first time traveling so far. Neither of them complained of being tired or sleepy. Once on the train, the three of them played cards whenever they had free time, and time seemed to fly by.

Knowing the time, Yang Liu sent someone to pick them up at the train station early in the morning.

Yao Weimin and Zhong Er were stunned when they entered Shenzhen. Everyone seemed to be walking fast and in a hurry. There were brand-new main roads, newly built houses, and even more under construction...

Upon entering the factory, Zhong Er was even more astonished, his tongue practically tied in knots. "Good heavens, Goddess, Jade Emperor," he exclaimed, "Is this really Peng Ge's factory? Peng Ge and Sister Hua Hua's factory?" He couldn't believe it. He thought it was just a small factory, nowhere near as large as a state-owned enterprise. Although Peng Ge and Yang Liu had boasted so much, he had underestimated them. But no, no, they weren't exaggerating at all! This wasn't just a big boss, this was a truly enormous boss!

Yao Weimin's heart raced as he watched. He'd worked at a big company before, but this place felt completely different—advanced, impressive, brand new, and it was owned by his sister!

"Sixth Brother, is this really Peng Ge's and my sister's factory?"

"How could it be fake?" Yang Liu led the two to the cafeteria. "Pull your eyes back, shut your mouths, stop looking silly, stand up straight, stride confidently, don't embarrass your brothers."

It was lunchtime, and the factory was packed with people heading to the canteen. Everyone passing by greeted Yang Liu respectfully, calling him Manager Yang.

Yang Liu nodded in response. He acted all smug in front of Zhong Er and Yao Weimin, making the two of them extremely envious.

In contrast to their attire, Yang Liu wore a brand-new white shirt, crisp trousers, and slicked-back hair. Zhong Er and Yao Weimin, on the other hand, had unwashed hair that looked like it hadn't been washed for days, blue vests, patched work pants, and black cloth shoes. They looked like Yang Liu's poor relatives visiting him. Luckily, Yang Liu had their luggage sent back to the dormitory first, otherwise they would have looked even more like relatives.

The three of them went straight to the second floor of the cafeteria.

Yang Liu told the two to sit in a corner. "Ugh," he thought, "these two are dressed so cheaply. I'll introduce them to someone after they've washed up and changed." Yang Liu had good intentions.

Yang Liu brought out braised pork, steamed fish pieces, stir-fried vegetables, three bowls of pork rib soup, and three plates of dumplings.

Braised pork with dumplings?! He didn't even dare to eat like that for his last meal; he always ate steamed buns with it! Zhong Er's eyes reddened.