Old Hong only has one right arm, but he can hold a case of wine steadily. Li Mingzhu wanted to take over, but he wouldn't let her.

The middle-aged man was stunned and stared at him in surprise.

When Hong Tianhe approached, he hurriedly untied the rope on the back seat and used it to tie the liquor to the car.

"Brother, it'll be thirty yuan, thank you." Wang Peng said with a smile.

The middle-aged man paid the bill, and after Hong Tianhe returned to the warehouse, he said softly, "He's missing an arm, how much salary did you pay him? Not much, was it?"

Wang Peng held out his right hand, "Five hundred yuan a month, including food and lodging."

"What?" The middle-aged man's eyes widened.

He, a person with all four limbs intact, only earns 350 yuan a month, while a one-armed disabled person is getting 500 yuan here.

Wang Peng smiled and said, "Brother, I don't discriminate against disabled people. Lao Hong's salary is the lowest in my shop. I originally wanted to pay him 700, but he insisted on only paying 500."

The middle-aged man stared at Wang Peng in disbelief.

After a long pause, he gave a thumbs up and said, "Great! Just because you treat disabled people equally, I will only buy your wine from now on. You should open your business soon. My brother also runs a retail store, and I'll introduce him to you."

At this point, he whispered, "He also sells counterfeit alcohol in his shop, so I don't dare to buy alcohol from him."

"Oh my!" Wang Peng was dumbfounded. He took out his business card and handed it to him. "How about this, call me when you finish this case of wine, and I'll arrange for it to be delivered to your door."

"Ha! Sure! You said it yourself." The middle-aged man slapped his thigh and hurriedly put the business card into his pocket.

The two chatted for a few more minutes before he rode away on his bicycle.

“Brother, now I have confidence. You really have a chance to make Sanhua a big success,” Li Mingzhu said.

Wang Peng nodded, "I'm confident now, and I'm really looking forward to the opening."

...

Brilliant Supermarket, Huang Ran's office.

There are five photos on the desk, each depicting a tabby cat eating five loach.

Huang Ran stared intently at Wang Cheng, a half-smile playing on his lips.

Wang Cheng was drenched in sweat, feeling that his death was imminent.