"What you need to do is to push the Ministry of Commerce of Dongda University to include condoms in the customs import catalog as soon as possible."

"Brother, are you even listening to me?"

Li Mengjiao smiled and said, "This is for your son's milk powder."

"I'm listening." Wang Peng felt a chill run down his spine.

"Mengjiao, I'm just a college student and a small business owner who runs a tobacco and liquor store."

"I know the Ministry of Commerce, but the Ministry of Commerce doesn't know me, so you need to give me time."

"I know what I need to do: get the government to make condoms a marketable commodity and open up the import catalog for condoms."

In the end, Wang Peng couldn't help but scratch his head, thinking, "How easy is this?"

"Brother, I believe in your abilities. Keep it up!"

Li Mengjiao yawned, "Brother, I'm sleepy. I'll put the microphone on my stomach and say goodnight to your son."

A moment later, Li Mengjiao said again, "Say goodnight quickly."

"Goodnight, goodnight." Wang Peng felt like crying.

The phone call ended, the world became quiet, and he was completely numb.

As dawn broke, the early morning bus stopped at the entrance.

Li Mingzhu and Dong Shishi got out of the car.

"Brother, is Du Lei awake yet? I made some chicken soup for you guys," Li Mingzhu said.

"He's not awake yet, don't worry about him." Wang Peng felt a pang of guilt.

"Mingzhu, let's get married, okay?"

Upon hearing this, both Li Mingzhu and Dong Shishi were stunned.

Dong Shishi chuckled, "Boss, a marriage proposal should have a sense of ceremony."

"Brother, what's wrong?" Li Mingzhu asked with a smile. "What happened?"

"It's nothing." Wang Peng quickly shook his head. "I want to make public service advertisements to promote condoms and invest heavily in advertising."