Wang Peng signed the franchise agreement, officially becoming the provincial capital general agent for Sanhua.

Two problems lie ahead: first, raising 80,000 yuan; second, 10,000 yuan for the franchise fee; and third, 70,000 yuan for the goods.

The second problem is to maintain an average sales volume of 70,000 yuan within three months.

"Brother Peng, where are we going to find so much money?"

"I'll try to find a solution; if all else fails, I'll use my car as collateral for a loan."

"Well... okay, I'll try to think of a solution for you."

That evening, at the Xinglan Hotel, Jiang Letian dragged his tired body back to his room.

Turning on the light, I saw Wang Zhen sitting on the sofa, sulking. I smiled and said, "Xiao Zhen, who made you angry?"

"Who made me angry?" Wang Zhen stormed up to him. "Wang Peng could not possibly be an agent for Sanhua Wine. Did you say that yourself?"

"Yes, is there a problem?" Jiang Letian smiled slightly and put his arm around her waist.

"Don't touch me!" Wang Zhen struggled free, pointing her finger at Jiang Letian's nose. "Liar, bastard, do you know how much I've suffered?"

"Wang Peng laughed at me on the spot, saying, 'It's all your fault! You made me lose face at the bidding site, you bastard!'"

*Slap!* Wang Zhen was slapped across the face and landed on his backside on the sofa, staring at Jiang Letian with terrified eyes.

"Wang Zhen, remember your place. You are not my wife, but just my plaything."

"To put it bluntly, you are just a tool for my sexual gratification, no different from the prostitutes in the alley, you are even dirtier than them."

"Don't think that just because you're wearing a suit and riding in the company's luxury car, you're some rich heiress."

Jiang Letian opened the door, pointed to the doorway, and gestured for her to get out of there.

Wang Zhen covered her face and sat blankly on the ground. She dared not leave because Jiang Letian was her support; without support, she had nothing.

Expensive suits, fine clothes and sumptuous food, luxury cars worth hundreds of thousands, the admiration of colleagues... none of that was there.

"Wang Peng is the boss's handpicked general agent, and no one can change that, so the boss personally received him."

"Wang Zhen, you're a hundred times smaller than Wang Peng. You want to take revenge on him? You're not worthy!"

"I'm furious right now, you can get out and don't bother me again."

After finishing his speech, Jiang Letian took off his clothes and prepared to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

"I deserve to die, I shouldn't have made you angry." Wang Zhen hurriedly ran over and knelt at Jiang Letian's feet.

"Brother Tian, ​​please forgive me, okay?" She looked up at him with a fawning expression.

Suddenly, Jiang Letian closed his eyes, feeling incredibly comfortable and enjoying the cathartic release.

"What a despicable woman! How could someone as powerful as Wang Peng have a sister like you? Are you really born of the same mother?"

At that moment, someone knocked on the door, but Jiang Letian ignored it.

"Is Lao Jiang there? The boss is looking for you?" came the voice of secretary Wu Hao.

"Coming, coming right away!" Jiang Letian trembled, pushed Wang Zhen's head away, and put on his clothes as quickly as possible.

He arrived at the door, opened it, and invited Secretary Wu inside. "Secretary Wu, what are your orders, boss?"

"Hello, Secretary Wu," Wang Zhen greeted hurriedly.

Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were in disarray, and her fawning smile revealed an endless allure between her brows.

Wu Hao felt a surge of warmth in his heart and turned to look at Jiang Letian. "The boss wants us to go to the Yellow River Daily. He wants to report to the public about the fake liquor scandal."

"Shall we go now?" Jiang Letian pressed.

"Okay, let's go." Wu Hao glanced at Wang Zhen and immediately led Jiang Letian away.

Wang Zhen locked the door, covered her face, walked to the mirror, and looked at her own face.

Her face was burning with pain, but she remained motionless, staring at herself in the mirror.

"Wang Peng, you're the one who ruined me. I will never let you get away with this."

"Jiang Letian, you're just my plaything. I've been with more men than you've ever seen."

"The boss's secretary is interested in me, and it seems like there's a better future for her if she works for him, right?"

Recalling the humiliation Wang Peng had brought her during the bidding process, her facial features began to contort and distort.

At 8 p.m., Wang Peng's living room was full of people.

The prospective father-in-law is Li Kefan, the prospective mother-in-law is Duan Cuilu, the younger brother-in-law is Li Keyong, the brother is Du Lei, and the employees are Hong Tianhe and Dong Shishi.

"Xiaopeng, is it really appropriate for us to become agents for Sanhua now?" Li Keyong asked.

“The price is quite reasonable,” Wang Peng said. “Without the fake liquor case, it would have required at least a 200,000 yuan franchise fee and at least 500,000 yuan worth of inventory every quarter.”

Li Kefan looked serious and asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure you can make money?"

“Yes!” Wang Peng said. “If it’s not profitable, Huang Ran won’t compete with me. We can say Huang Ran is bad, but we can’t say Huang Ran is incompetent.”

Everyone nodded in agreement. Brilliant was the largest shopping mall in the province, and Huang Ran was a millionaire; they certainly had business acumen.

Li Kefan pulled out a savings book from his pocket. "This is the savings your mother and I accumulated over our lifetime. We originally planned to give it to Mingzhu as her dowry."

At this point, he handed the passbook to Wang Peng, saying, "It's not much money, but you can use it first. It'll be your money sooner or later anyway."

Duan Cuilu said with a smile, "Xiaopeng, try not to mortgage your car, the interest rates on loans are very high."

The elderly couple believed that paying interest on loans was a waste of money.

"Here's my savings book too." Li Keyong took out his savings book. "My salary is low, and I don't want to do anything shady, so I haven't saved much money."

With the second passbook acquired, the total value of the two passbooks was just under 15,000 yuan.

"Dad, Mom, Uncle." Li Mingzhu, with tears in her eyes, handed the savings book back to them. "Peng and I have decided to take out a loan. Uncle still needs to save money to get married."

"You brat, how dare you make fun of your uncle!" Li Keyong laughed and scolded. "Alright, I have no plans to get married for the time being."

Duan Cuilu reached out and tapped her daughter's head, "Are you stupid? If you borrow less, you can pay less interest."

"Xiao Peng," Hong Tianhe took out some money from his pocket, "I only have five hundred, I'll lend it to you."

"I can only lend you three hundred, Brother Peng." Dong Shishi took out three hundred-yuan bills.

Wang Peng was both amused and exasperated. "Alright, alright, why are you all getting involved?"

It's strange that they, employees of a tobacco and liquor store, would voluntarily lend money to their boss.

“Xiao Peng.” Hong Tianhe patted his right sleeve, which was missing an arm. “I’m missing an arm, and all I get is six hundred yuan in wages from you. Sigh, if I had known you were short of money, I wouldn’t have bought a bicycle a few days ago.”

Wang Peng felt a warmth in his heart, returned the money to him, and said with a smile, "Uncle, you don't need to get involved in this."

Just then, the doorbell rang from the entrance hall.

Du Lei hurriedly went to open the door. Chen Yinghao and Liu Yili, a married couple, had come to visit. Chen Yinghao was carrying a case of Jianlibao (a popular Chinese herbal tea brand).

"Uncle Chen, Aunt Chen, what brings you here?" Wang Peng quickly got up to greet them.

Everyone stood up, greeting them and inviting them inside.

After the two sides took their seats as host and guest, Chen Yinghao took out two bankbooks and said, "One is mine, and the other is your brother's. You're such a sensible kid."

Chen Yinghao shook his head, "They'd rather take out a loan themselves than ask my family for help. Do they treat my family like outsiders?"

"Uncle, who told you the news?" Wang Peng's nose tingled, and he turned to look at Li Mingzhu.