"Never mind who told me, just tell me if you run a tobacco and liquor store or not," the old professor said with a smile.

"I'm working on it, please give me your instructions." Wang Peng was on high alert, waiting for his move.

"You seem very nervous. Do you think I'd eat you?" The old professor stared at him with interest.

"I wasn't nervous at all; you might be imagining things," Wang Peng denied outright.

The old professor smiled slightly and said, "Your counselor is my niece, and her losses have been recovered by the public security authorities."

Wang Peng was taken aback, then quickly said, "This is a good thing."

When Xue Fengling was swindled out of 2,000 yuan by the counterfeit money ringleader, it was Wang Peng who led the way, and the police cracked the counterfeit money case.

He never expected that Xue Fengling was actually the old professor's niece.

This old professor also held the title of executive vice president and was in charge of issuing graduation certificates, so Wang Peng was a little wary of him.

"Xiaopeng, in a few days, the school will be hosting colleagues from other universities."

The old professor opened his drawer, took out a piece of paper, and said, "Take a look and see if you can do this."

Wang Peng looked at the manuscript and found it was a list of cigarettes and alcohol for hospitality purposes.

Lotus Leaf brand green pack cigarettes, 95 yuan a carton, 30 cartons.

Maozi, 200 yuan a bottle, six bottles a case, 20 cases.

"I can't do it." Wang Peng shook his head; that price was utter nonsense.

The wholesale price of Lotus cigarettes is 95 yuan, and the wholesale price of a carton of Maotai is 1,200 yuan.

Good heavens, not giving a single penny of profit, this old bastard wants to get something for nothing.

"Xiaopeng, we can't just look at the immediate benefits; we must prioritize the bigger picture."

The old professor patted Wang Peng on the shoulder and smiled, "You've contributed to the school, and the school will definitely not treat you unfairly in the future."

"You'd better find someone else," Wang Peng decisively refused. "I'm just an ordinary person; I don't have such noble sentiments."

The old professor's smile vanished. "Xiao Peng, give me some face."

"Please don't make things difficult for me anymore," Wang Peng waved his hand and said, "Goodbye."

His current attitude towards learning and graduation is Buddhist-like: he'll graduate if he can, and if he can't, he'll just settle for a graduation certificate.

Making money is the most important thing.

"Come back!" the old professor shouted. "You're quite stubborn, aren't you? That was the bottom line someone gave me. Do you think I wouldn't let you make a profit?"

"That's still nothing," Wang Peng said with a smile, turning around to wait for his offer.

"Xiaopeng, the school is short of funds, and you drive a Santana worth hundreds of thousands of yuan. Can you help us out?"

"Damn it!" Wang Peng cursed, "If you keep making fun of me, I'm leaving."

"You rascal, you really are..." The old professor shook his head and said, "How about I give you three hundred yuan for gas?"

"No way!" Wang Peng refused outright, holding up three fingers. "I want a profit of three thousand yuan, and I want payment upfront before delivery."

I just did a rough calculation, and the cost of this batch of goods is 26,850 yuan.

If the profit is less than 3,000 yuan, there's really no need to do it.

High-end cigarettes and alcohol are hard to get, especially Maotai; suppliers in the provincial capital always sell it at a premium.

What's even more frustrating is that the price of Maotai is unstable; it might go up tomorrow, and you could end up losing money.

"Are you kidding me? With a profit of three thousand yuan, why wouldn't I do it myself?"

The old professor laughed and said, "Xiao Peng, I can only give you a profit of five hundred yuan at most. Go ahead and do it; five hundred yuan is quite a lot."

"No thanks, goodbye." Wang Peng turned and left.

This old fox must have asked many wholesalers, but none of them were willing to take his 500 yuan, so he came to me to be the sucker.

Downstairs in the teaching building, the five brothers from the dormitory had been waiting for some time.

"Sixth Brother, what does Fourth Sister want with you?" Dong Lin asked hurriedly.

"Trying to get me to be a sucker, huh?" Wang Peng sneered.

"A sucker? Tell me more." Dong Lin immediately became interested.

The other four guys were also very interested and asked a barrage of questions.

Wang Peng took out his keys and opened the car door, and Dong Lin immediately took over the passenger seat.

The other four guys were smaller, so they squeezed together in the back row. The five-seater car had six people, but they didn't seem to mind.

Wang Peng recounted the old professor Wang Simei's scheme, and the brothers immediately began to curse.

"Sixth brother, you probably can't believe it, but schools are the stingiest organizations."

"Not only are they stingy, they're also very calculating; they can calculate every single penny for you."

"If they can't figure you out, they'll play grand narratives with you and then try to morally blackmail you."

Wang Peng immediately gave his brothers a thumbs up, saying their summary was spot on.

Dong Lin chuckled and patted Wang Peng on the shoulder, "Sixth Brother, take this deal, and I'll make you earn even more."

"What do you mean?" Wang Peng was taken aback.

Dong Lin patted his chest and said, "To be honest, my dad is the general agent for Maozi in the provincial capital. I can get him to give you a discount of two hundred yuan per case of liquor."

"Forget it, stop dressing so arrogantly." Wang Peng scoffed. "The general agent is your dad, not you. What right do you have to talk back?"

"Holy crap, you're looking down on me, aren't you?"

Dong Lin immediately got angry, "I'll give you a 200 yuan discount, and you give me a 100 yuan commission. Do you dare to make a bet?"

"What you're saying sounds interesting. How do you want to bet?" Wang Peng asked.

"Sixth Brother, Boss, wait a bit before you gamble, I'm starving."

Zhao Long rubbed his stomach. "Hurry up and drive to the restaurant."

Business matters shouldn't be known to too many people, so Wang Peng immediately started the car.

First, drive to the art academy, ask your girlfriend Li Mingzhu for leave, and tell her you're going drinking with friends that night.

"Brother Peng, you probably can't drink alcohol. My uncle said that drinking and driving can easily cause accidents." Li Mingzhu was very nervous.

"Don't worry, I don't drink at all." Wang Peng scratched his head. "Are you staying at school tonight, or should I come pick you up?"

"Of course I'll wait for you to pick me up. After school, I'll go out to eat with Shishi."

Li Mingzhu whispered in her boyfriend's ear, "Honey, do you think Shishi and Du Lei will get together?"

"How would I know? You arrange for them to meet." Wang Peng pinched his girlfriend's cheek and smiled slightly.

The two chatted for a few more minutes, and then Wang Peng drove to Lao Hu's noodle shop.

There were three tables of customers in Lao Hu's noodle shop. When Lao Hu saw Wang Peng, he hurriedly greeted him, "Boss Wang, are you here for a meal?"

"Yeah, I'm treating my roommates to dinner. Can you recommend some good dishes?" Wang Peng said with a smile.

"All the good dishes are here, take your pick," Old Hu hurriedly asked them to look at the menu.

The menu was posted on the wall, featuring both hot and cold dishes. Wang Peng told them to order for themselves.

The five roommates ordered six dishes: three meat dishes, three vegetable dishes, three cold dishes, and three hot dishes, and also ordered two cases of beer.

These animals can eat and drink a lot. They finished both cases of beer, ate all the vegetables, and each of them ate a bowl of knife-cut noodles.

When it came time to settle the accounts, Wang Peng was both amused and exasperated. "Damn it, you guys are all idiots!"

"Sixth Brother, you're right, we're just good-for-nothings."

Dong Lin burped. "Find a public phone, I'll call my dad, and we'll talk, Mao Zi."