The next morning, Li Mingzhu woke up with dark circles under her eyes, her eyes filled with resentment.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, I looked at the calendar sticky notes pasted on the mirror.

In three more days, my relative will be here, and I can finally get eight good nights' sleep.

Thinking of this, she suddenly became excited and hummed a little tune to treat her dark circles.

Her lover's voice came from outside the door, "Honey, I'm going to throw out the trash. I'll wait for you in the car."

"Oh." Li Mingzhu said absentmindedly, as she applied cosmetics to her face.

Wang Peng carried a trash bag downstairs and saw someone walking down from the opposite side, also carrying trash. It was Hu Qing, Huang Ran's wife.

The two went to the trash can and threw their trash in one after the other.

"Boss Wang, you look great. Is something good happening to you?" Hu Qing asked with a smile.

"There are few happy things, but a lot of upsetting things," Wang Peng said. "Sister Hu, you look much better than before."

"Really?" Hu Qing subconsciously fiddled with her hair. "You could tell?"

Wang Peng nodded. Her skin and hair had a luster, and her eyes were full of spring.

Indeed, the power of love is great.

“Boss Wang, I don’t understand business matters, and I haven’t gotten involved. Old Huang handled all of that,” Hu Qing said.

Wang Peng was taken aback, then smiled and nodded. Was this a righteous act of cutting off the wrong path?

At this moment, Li Mingzhu came downstairs and waved in this direction.

In the plastic trash can, the trash bag that Hu Qing threw away was torn, revealing several cigarette boxes.

"Sister Hu, you can smoke cigarettes, but you have to control the number of times you smoke. You must not get addicted, or you might get cancer."

Wang Peng smiled slightly, turned around and walked towards the car.

Hu Yang scratched his head, thinking to himself, "I don't smoke; Huang Ran smokes the cigarette packs."

Suddenly, she understood: Wang Peng was using cigarettes as a metaphor for Wang Cheng.

It's not unreasonable to have an affair with Wang Cheng occasionally to satisfy my physical needs, after all, my husband is an impotent good-for-nothing.

However, you must not develop real feelings for Wang Cheng. If you become addicted to him, you will eventually be killed by him.

Cigarettes? Smoking?

Hu Qing recalled her affair with Wang Cheng, and the analogy of smoking was quite apt, making her burst out laughing.

"You brat, making dirty jokes with your sister Qing?"

Hu Qing was in a great mood. She turned around and went back home. Looking at Huang Ran, who was still sleeping, a hint of disgust flashed in her eyes.

...

At the Brothers Tobacco and Liquor Store, a truck was parked on the side of the road, and Du Lei and others were unloading goods from the warehouse.

Roommates Dong Lin and Zhao Long also came to help. Zhao Long worked part-time at Dong Lin's tobacco and liquor store.

Wang Peng glanced at the Honda Accord parked in the distance and knew it was Huang Ran's car, with Wang Cheng sitting inside.

Besides being Huang Ran's driver and cheating on him, he also worked part-time collecting intelligence on the Brothers Tobacco and Liquor Store.

"Brother Peng, is your bartender genuine?" Chen Fuxian asked.

“Of course,” Wang Peng said. “Customers used to ask similar questions all the time, but nobody asks them anymore.”

"Great!" Chen Fuxian exclaimed. "The words 'genuine goods at fair prices' are simple, but most people can't achieve them."

Wang Peng smiled slightly, "Brother, actually I should thank you. The top ten shopping malls in the provincial capital are besieging me, and you've helped me a lot."

"Don't say that," Chen Fuxian waved his hand. "You should thank yourself; it was you who moved me."

The two chatted in the car until all 500 boxes of Jin Sanhua were loaded.

Chen Fuxian opened his bag and took out 18,000 yuan to give to Wang Peng.

Wang Peng gave him another thirty yuan, "Brother, this is for the accommodation fee last night."

"Forget it." Chen Fuxian threw the money into the car. "I'll come back another day, and we'll have a good drink together."

Wang Peng nodded, saw him onto the truck, and watched him leave.

Back in the store, Dong Shishi said with a smile, "Brother Peng, there are only a hundred boxes of Jin Sanhua left in the warehouse. We need to stock up."

Wang Peng said, "I'm sorry about last night, but I sincerely hope we won't talk about work after get off work."

"Brother," Dong Shishi said with a smile, rubbing his shoulders, "I wish we could leave work and not talk about it."

Wang Peng scratched his head. "For any future long-distance missions, you should let Du Lei go. It's too dangerous for girls to be out there alone."

After saying that, he dialed Pei Yuanshan's private phone number.

"Comrade Pei, send me a thousand cases of Jin Sanhua wine. Also, a customer reported yesterday that a bottle of wine was not properly sealed."

"Okay, have your salesperson take the problematic wine away, and I'll compensate you with a case. Kid, you've found a big client?"

“A major client in the county just asked me for 500 cases of wine.”

"Impressive!" Pei Yuanshan said. "You're really lucky. I have confidence in you now."

...

Wang Cheng drove to the main store of Qinghui Supermarket, where Niu Qinghui's secretary, Liu Yang, got out of the car.

He hurriedly entered the supermarket and knocked on the door to the boss's office.

"Hello boss, a wine merchant from Ping'an County just took 500 cases of Jin Sanhua from Wang Peng's shop."

"How many?" Niu Qinghui jumped up in surprise. "Five hundred cases? Are you kidding me?"

"Absolutely not." Liu Yang hurriedly shook his head.

Niu Qinghui's face darkened immediately. He had just swaggered over to Wang Peng last night, and today he had already sold five hundred boxes?

Even if all the stores in Qinghui Supermarket combined were to sell 500 cases of Sanhua wine in three months, Wang Peng could sell 500 cases in a single order.

He waved for his secretary to leave, then lit a cigarette with a dark expression.

"Who's attacking whom? Wang Peng doesn't seem to care about my sales at all?"

After a long while, Niu Qinghui called Huang Ran.

As soon as the call connected, he said in a deep voice, "Old Huang, a wine merchant from Ping'an County just came from Wang Peng's shop..."

"I understand," Huang Ran said. "He's lucky. If there were two more clients like him, the first plan to wipe out his entire family line would fail."

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