“Since Mr. Huang is sincerely willing to resolve the issue, I am willing to accept it,” Wang Peng said.

“Okay, Mr. Huang, please.” Wu Lei said.

A cold glint flashed in Huang Hao's eyes, then he smiled broadly, "Boss Wang, I might be..."

“Wait a minute, Mr. Huang, you don’t need to apologize to me. The person who was slandered is my employee, Dong Shishi,” Wang Peng said with a smile.

"Shopkeeper Dong, I must have misremembered. That counterfeit fifty-yuan bill wasn't given to me by you," Huang Hao said with a grin. "I apologize. I'm sorry."

Huang Hao then took out fifty yuan from his pocket and handed it to Wang Peng with both hands.

"Thank you, Boss Huang." Wang Peng put the money in his pocket without any hesitation.

"You two sign a mutual understanding document," Wu Lei said, handing the statement to Huang Hao. "The police station confiscated that counterfeit bill according to law, is that alright?"

"No problem, absolutely no problem." Huang Hao nodded and bowed.

About half an hour later, Wu Lei finished writing the letter of understanding, and both parties signed and affixed their fingerprints to it.

After work, Wu Lei patted Wang Peng on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Xiao Peng, let's have tea another day, brother."

“No problem, I’m available anytime. Just give me a call when you have time,” Wang Peng said with a smile.

“Okay, I’ll contact you by phone.” Wu Lei shook hands with Wang Peng, then turned and got into the police car.

The police car sped away.

"Oh, so you know them. No wonder they favor you." Huang Hao stared intently at Wang Peng.

"If you think they've broken the rules, you can file a complaint against them." Wang Peng smiled slightly, opened the door, and got into the car.

"Wang Peng, I admit defeat this time, but we're not done yet," Huang Hao sneered. "You just wait."

"Do whatever you want." Wang Peng drove away.

There are no buses here, so Huang Hao has to either run away or take a taxi. Wang Peng had originally planned to give him a ride.

"Brother, I'm sorry," Dong Shishi said softly. "I've caused you trouble."

"Why apologize? He's the one in the wrong, not you."

"Brother, he's a thug and a scoundrel. You need to be careful of him in the future."

"Don't worry, if I can deal with him once, I can deal with him a second time."

Wang Peng chuckled lightly, but decided to be more cautious. Local thugs and rogues have no bottom line, so it's definitely worth being wary of them.

The car arrived outside the tobacco and liquor store, and Wang Peng and Dong Shishi got out.

Du Lei rushed out and asked anxiously, "Brother Peng, I've heard about it. Has the problem been resolved?"

“Perfectly resolved.” Wang Peng looked up at the shop and saw two beautiful women coming downstairs, so he smiled and waved, “Hello, ladies.”

"Hello, Brother Peng, haha!" The pretty Zheng Meifeng laughed, "Brother Peng, Xiao Lan isn't working for you anymore?"

“She went abroad a long time ago, didn’t you know?” Wang Peng retorted.

“We don’t know as much as Brother Peng,” Zheng Meifeng’s best friend winked. “Brother Peng, it’s a bit embarrassing to always use your bathroom for free. How about I give you a free service?”

"Oh dear, don't get me into trouble!" Wang Peng quickly shrank his neck.

"Haha..." The two beauties laughed heartily.

"Goodbye, Brother Peng." Zheng Meifeng whispered in Wang Peng's ear, "If you want any services, I'll be there whenever you call, for free."

"Goodness, take care." Wang Peng went straight into the house.

The two beautiful women laughed again and left hand in hand.

Back at the shop, Dong Shishi gave a wry smile. "Brother, they're bad women. Being friends with them will damage your reputation."

"Don't say that," Wang Peng shook his head and said, "You must know the story of the 'chicken-crowing and dog-thieving' idiom."

Dong Shishi scratched her head. "The story of Lord Mengchang, who was known for his rooster-crowing and dog-thieving ways, is from a junior high school textbook."

"Having more friends means having more options. No matter what your friends do for a living, they may be able to help you in the future," Wang Peng said.

Three days later, Li Mingzhu finally rented three shops.

The two immediately got busy, decorating the store, applying for a business license, and confirming the advertising style with Li Mengjiao.

My parents-in-law don't work at the tobacco and liquor store either; they come over every day to help their daughter.

The shop is owned by their daughter, and the elderly couple are full of energy.

Li Mingzhu said confidently, "Brother, in less than two years, I will make you a millionaire."

"Okay, I'll rely on you to support me from now on," Wang Peng said with a smile. "I haven't had much of an appetite lately, and the doctor suggested I live off a woman."

"Pah!" Li Mingzhu laughed. "Brother, you should say it like this: let's compare your tobacco and liquor store with my James Bond store and see who makes more money."

“Alright, let’s have a competition and see who earns more,” Wang Peng said.

That night, near the university in the provincial capital, at the Wanli Grand Restaurant.

Inside the private room, a group of young people were drinking heavily, clinking glasses and making merry.

"Brother Hao, you seem to be in a bad mood lately. You haven't even bothered to pour yourself a drink?"

"You ungrateful bastard, can't you find someone to pour Brother Hao a drink?"

"Arrange it, arrange it immediately."

Huang Mao left the private room with a smile, went to the front desk, found a waitress, and asked her to arrange someone to accompany him for drinks.

A dozen minutes later, Zheng Meifeng arrived in a hurry.

"Meifeng, those are a group of thugs. You need to be careful," the waiter whispered a reminder.

"Thank you, Sister Fang, I know." Zheng Meifeng quietly gave the waiter five yuan.

Carrying my bag, I arrived at room 305 and gently knocked on the door.

As soon as the door opened, a wave of smoke rushed in, and she instinctively scratched her nose.

"Brother Hao, the one who's going to pour you a drink is here." The blond-haired guy pointed at Huang Hao and said, "Go pour Brother Hao a drink, and be quick."

"Okay, thank you, boss." Zheng Meifeng hurriedly sat down next to Huang Hao and picked up the wine bottle to pour some wine.

"Yellow Hair, that's more like it." Huang Hao put his arm around Zheng Meifeng's shoulder.

Zheng Meifeng smelled the stench of cigarettes, alcohol, and body odor, and her stomach churned.

However, this was her livelihood, and she could only force a smile to serve Huang Hao.

Huang Hao finished a glass of beer in one gulp, and Zheng Meifeng hurriedly picked up the beer bottle to pour him more.

"Damn it, where was I?"

"Brother Hao, you said that bastard Wang Peng made you lose your boat in the gutter."

"Yeah, damn it, I've spent my whole life hunting geese, and in the end, I got pecked in the eye by a goose. I'm not having it."

Zheng Meifeng's heart skipped a beat. Were they talking about Brother Peng from the Brothers Tobacco and Liquor Store?

"Brother Hao, he's just a fake cigarette seller. You're just putting on new shoes and not stepping in dog poop."

"Hmph, if I swallow this insult, how will I ever face the world again? Just wait, I'll burn his shop down in a few days."

The air suddenly went quiet, and Zheng Meifeng's hand trembled.

"Brother Hao, it can't be that serious, can it?" Huang Mao hurriedly smiled apologetically.

"Little blondie, you don't believe me? You think I'm just bragging?"

"No, that's not what I meant," the blond-haired man hurriedly waved his hand.

"I've already bought the gasoline. If you don't believe me, come to my house and see." Huang Hao sneered. "He's in business, isn't he? I'll burn him down to the ground."

The air fell silent once more.

Huang Hao downed his beer in one gulp. "You bunch of bastards, you don't believe me, do you?"

"No! How could we not believe you?" Huang Mao quickly replied with a smile.