Someone who can work as a gatekeeper in a state-owned enterprise must have connections; offering two watermelons as a token of respect is not much.

Just now, Wang Peng gave him two packs of cigarettes as a token of respect.

"Wang Peng, you talk to him." Wang Song was furious and glared at Wang Peng through gritted teeth.

"What do you want me to say?" Wang Peng feigned ignorance.

"No one but the factory manager can say anything. I'm asking you one last time, are you leaving or not?" Huang Biao was furious. "You can go wherever you want, except for this area near the gate."

"What are you yelling about? Fine, let's go!" Wang Song lost his temper, pulled the cart away, and stopped ten meters away.

Wang Peng shook his head again. How could someone with such a short temper do business? Could they really not bear to part with two watermelons?

“This is simply incomprehensible. Doesn’t he know what a state-owned enterprise family compound is?” Huang Biao turned around and came to Wang Peng.

"Xiao Wang, please bear with me. The factory manager only allows you to have this one melon stall," he explained with a smile.

In fact, Huang Biao's biological son was the factory director.

"Uncle, you're too kind. There's no need to tell me about this." Wang Peng handed him a watermelon.

"No, I can't eat watermelon every day." Huang Biao laughed. "You can sell watermelons here without worry. I wasn't trying to scare him. It's just that the factory manager told you to set up a stall at the entrance."

"Thank you, Uncle Huang. I understand it's all thanks to your help." Wang Peng didn't believe him.

The textile factory is the leading state-owned enterprise in Ping'an County, and the factory director is extremely powerful. How could he possibly care about a melon seller?

Just then, someone bought a melon, and the two ended their conversation. Wang Peng hurriedly served the customer.

Huang Biao returned to the guardhouse, looked at the busy Wang Peng, chuckled, and crossed his legs to read the newspaper.

“Young man, the factory manager certainly doesn’t have time to pay attention to you, but his wife does, because she is the principal of Ping’an County No. 1 Middle School.”

"You really think you can buy me off with a few melons?"

At that moment, Du Lei arrived on his bicycle.

He parked his bicycle next to the handcart. "Brother Peng, Lingling's dad is forcing her to go work in the south. She wants to borrow my money to pay for her tuition. Should I lend it to her?"

"Don't rush, let me finish selling the melons, then we can discuss it properly," Wang Peng said with a smile.

What was bound to happen finally happened. Wang Peng decided to come up with a way to make Du Lei see the true colors of this scumbag woman.