"Of course, as long as the money is right, I can get you an armored vehicle," Wang Peng said, patting his chest.

"Alright, alright, stop bragging to me." Zhou Shun took out his keys. "Let's go."

The two went downstairs and then drove to the warehouse.

Zhao Long and the van driver worked together to move goods, putting thirty boxes of liquor and thirty cartons of cigarettes into the warehouse.

"Xiao Peng, it's a pleasure to work with you."

Zhou Shun held Wang Peng's hand and said, "Next time there's a similar order, I'll give it back to you."

"Thank you so much, Principal. You're extremely grateful." Wang Peng beamed. "Next time, you'll have to let me earn a little more money."

“No problem.” Zhou Shun laughed heartily.

Wang Peng drove back to the Business School, dropped Zhao Long off, and then drove to the tobacco and liquor store.

My family is all here.

Wang Peng laughed and said, "Brother Lei, the orders at the school are all done. Zhou Shun will give me the money first, and then I'll deliver the goods to him."

"Huh?" Du Lei immediately perked up. "That's amazing! How much money did we make?"

Wang Peng took out the list and gave it to him.

Thirty cartons of cigarettes yielded a profit of one hundred and fifty yuan.

Thirty cases of Maozi brand liquor yielded a profit of nine thousand yuan.

"Peng, Brother Peng, you're not lying to me, are you?"

Du Lei hurriedly shook his head, "The cost of a box of thatch is 1,200 yuan, and you're quoting 1,300 yuan. How can you possibly make 9,000 yuan?"

"The cost is 1,200? Who told you that?" Wang Peng crossed his legs, looking smug.

“Brother Lei,” Li Mingzhu said with a smile, “Boss Dong gave us a special price; the unit price this time is one thousand yuan.”

"Huh?" Du Lei was completely dumbfounded.

Dong Shishi was stunned when she earned more than 9,000 yuan from a single deal.