The large conference room was full of people, but the chair next to Wang Peng was empty.

No one wanted to sit next to him; that is to say, no one wanted to be his companion.

Li Mingzhu whispered in his ear, "Honey, none of the supermarket owners in the entire provincial capital want to associate with you."

"Hmph, I'm not willing to go along with them either," Wang Peng sneered.

He paid his workers around 1,500 yuan a month, while they only paid them around 400 yuan a month.

Wang Peng's existence is a slap in their face, so of course they want to unite and kill him.

Just then, someone tapped him on the shoulder. Wang Peng turned around and saw Ma Yonghong and his son Ma Guoqing.

Ma Yonghong said, "Brother, there's a group of dogs in the dog pen, and they're running clockwise around it."

"But there was this one dog that always ran counter-clockwise, so the other dogs started biting it and eventually killed it."

"Everyone else is a dog running clockwise, but you insist on being the one running counter-clockwise. If they don't bite you, who else will they bite?"

After finishing his sentence in one breath, Ma Yonghong pointed to the empty seat next to him.

Wang Peng chuckled, "Boss Ma, I don't want to be a dog, and they can't kill me."

"Really?" Ma Yonghong said. "Brother, I wanted to help you out, but it seems my help is useless now."

Just then, court staff arrived and sat on the platform in front.

News media also accompanied them, including the provincial capital's television station, Zhongyuan Television, and Dahe Daily...

All the prominent media figures from the provincial capital came.

The court president began to speak, and after a long pause, he announced the start of the auction.

The first property to be auctioned off was Qinghui No. 2 Store, with a starting price of 60,000 yuan and each bid increasing by at least 10,000 yuan.

Ma Yonghong raised his hand and shouted, "I'll offer 70,000!"

Numerous cameras were pointed at Ma Yonghong, and the host, holding a hammer, responded, "Seventy thousand yuan, is there anyone who has paid more than seventy thousand?"

"Eighty thousand!" Wang Peng raised his hand to make the offer.

"One hundred thousand yuan." Huang Ran raised his hand and said with a smile, "Boss Wang, add more. Adding ten thousand each time is meaningless."

"I'll offer 110,000," Wang Peng said again.

"Hehe, I'll offer 130,000," Huang Ran said with a smile. "Keep going, don't stop."

The host asked eagerly, "Mr. Huang from Huihuang has quoted 130,000. Is there anything higher than 130,000?"

"I'll offer 150,000," said Ma Ronghua of Ronghua Supermarket.

For a time, bids came one after another.

The price also soared from 60,000 to 310,000, exceeding the market value of the second store.

Wang Peng raised his hand and said in a deep voice, "I'll offer 400,000."

The scene fell silent instantly, and everyone and every camera focused on him.

Wang Peng only has 400,000 yuan. Rather than getting into a war of words with them, he might as well offer a fixed price and decide the outcome with one more attempt.

A premium of 100,000 yuan is acceptable.

Because the second store is located on Huayuan Road, which is the main street in the future, property prices are bound to rise.

The host asked eagerly, "Mr. Wang from Brothers Tobacco and Liquor Store quoted 400,000. Do you have any higher offers? Do you have any?"

The scene was quiet, and the court officials were all smiles; the higher the auction price, the happier they were.

"Forty-two hundred thousand." Huang Ran raised his hand to make the offer, looking at Wang Peng with a provocative gaze.

"Mr. Huang from Huihuang has offered 420,000. Are there any higher offers?" the host shouted, shaking his gavel.

Wang Peng gave a wry smile, took out his sunglasses and put them on, deciding to withdraw from the auction.

“Don’t be discouraged, honey. We can open a supermarket on Xueyuan Road,” Li Mingzhu comforted him softly.

"Mm." Wang Peng nodded.

Huang Ran said with a smile, "Brother Wang, didn't you just buy a new Audi A6? Play a couple more rounds with me."

Wang Peng ignored him, glanced at his watch, and waited quietly for the auction to end.

Ma Yonghong, sitting in the back row, whispered in his ear, "Brother, they won't let you open the supermarket."

“Because they are afraid of you, and I am afraid of you too.” Ma Yonghong said, patting Wang Peng on the shoulder.

The scene was quiet.

The host asked loudly, "420,000? Is there a higher offer? Is there an offer higher than 420,000?"

He asked the question seven or eight times in a row, raising the hammer high.

"420,000 per time!"

"Forty-two hundred thousand twice!"

"Forty-two hundred and thirty thousand..."

Suddenly, a clear, cold female voice rang out in the hall, "I'll bid five hundred thousand!"

Everyone searched for the source of the sound and found three women standing at the door of the conference room, one in front and two behind.

Everyone's eyes lit up; the woman standing in front was so beautiful. Anyone with a normal sense of aesthetics would have praised her as a beauty.

“I’ll offer 500,000.” Li Mengjiao walked down the stairs and sat down next to Wang Peng.

She took off Wang Peng's sunglasses and put them on her own.

Everyone was wondering what her relationship with Wang Peng was, given how intimate the gesture was, especially since Wang Peng's wife was also present.

For a moment, everyone's face was filled with gossip.

Li Mingzhu hugged her husband's arm tightly, glared fiercely at Li Mengjiao, and took out her sunglasses to put on her husband.

This is a public place, and she doesn't want to argue with Li Mengjiao; she wants to save face for her husband.

Huang Ran stared intently at Li Mengjiao, knowing that she was the president of James Bond, the most beautiful woman in the provincial capital, and her looks were comparable to those of a big star.

At the same time, he also hated Li Mengjiao.

He approached Li Mengjiao three times, hoping that James Bond would set up a counter in Brilliant Supermarket, but was rejected each time.

Huang Ran didn't know the reason before, but now she does.

It turns out that the dignified female CEO of James Bond was actually Wang Peng's mistress.

"His wife is beautiful, and his mistress is even more beautiful. This bastard is incredibly lucky with women. What makes him think he can seduce Li Mengjiao?" Huang Ran cursed Wang Peng inwardly.

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