"Don't slam your hand on the table, doesn't it hurt?" Wang Peng stared at Zhou Shun with a smile.

"Wang Peng, young man, don't be so hot-tempered. You'll suffer a great loss sooner or later with this temper," Zhou Shun said in a deep voice.

"If young people aren't impetuous, are they going to be impetuous when they're old?" Wang Peng said. "Guess who will suffer the most first?"

Zhou Shun's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately recalled the time he was caught by the traffic police for driving a motorcycle under the influence of alcohol.

He laughed and said, "Xiao Peng, you really need to change your temper. You'll definitely suffer a lot if you keep going like this."

"Some money shouldn't be earned through dishonest means. If you run into a ruthless person who'll take you down with them, it's not worth it." Wang Peng stood up and left.

When I got to the fourth floor, I turned on my phone to call home, but the phone rang and no one answered.

I waited two minutes and called back, but no one answered.

"Where did my wife go?" Wang Peng shook his head and put his phone in his pocket.

He walked downstairs with his hands in his pockets and saw a group of students standing next to his car.

When they saw Wang Peng, they rushed over in a swarm, causing Wang Peng to take a half step back.

"Brother Peng, is that guy surnamed Zhou forcing you to fire us?"

"Are we going to be able to get to work on time or not? Peng, give me a definite answer."

"I heard from my mentor that Sister Mingzhu won the national championship. Is that guy surnamed Zhou unwilling to help Sister Mingzhu get into the art association?"

"Brother Peng, don't be afraid of this. Sister Miaomiao's grandfather was the president of the art association..."

They kept talking, and Wang Peng got a headache from all the noise, so he quickly waved his hand to tell them to stop.

The students were very obedient, and the scene quickly quieted down.

"Please keep your mouth shut, seniors," Wang Peng said. "We've already signed the contract. You can attend the training and go to work as usual."

Ji Miaomiao asked anxiously, "Will you pay our wages on time? Will you issue us internship certificates?"

Wang Peng said, "Of course you will. As long as you work hard, you'll get your salary and internship certificates."

Upon hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Peng, is everything alright with Sister Mingzhu?" Ji Miaomiao asked. "My grandfather used to be the president of the art association, can I ask him for you?"

"No need, you don't need to meddle in my business. Just remember to go to Xinglan Hotel for your onboarding training tomorrow," Wang Peng said.

He then added, "The onboarding training is the same as starting work, and the finance department will calculate your salary."

Ji Miaomiao immediately gave a thumbs up, "Brother Peng, some companies require employees to pay for training, you are more conscientious than them."

"My heart isn't black yet, haha." Wang Peng laughed, opened the car door, and started the car.

Ji Miaomiao's maternal grandfather was once the president of the Artists Association. He was probably a retired senior official, and his influence has long since faded.

He waved to his classmates and drove away from the campus.

For a time, some students went back to their dormitories to rest, while others went outside the school to buy clothes for the training.

Ji Miaomiao went into a public phone booth, inserted the phone card, and called her grandfather.

"Grandpa, it's me, Miaomiao. I have a question for you."

"Um, what question do you want to ask?"

In a residential area on Xifeng Road in the provincial capital, 80-year-old Sun Zhansheng turned off his radio.

Ji Miaomiao asked, "My boss's wife is a junior in the art department. She just won the Qi Baishi Cup championship. Does she qualify to join the art association?"

“Of course she’s qualified, but wait a minute.” Sun Zhansheng asked doubtfully, “Your boss’s wife is your junior from school? Are you serious?”

“Her name is Li Mingzhu, and her husband is Wang Peng, the owner of Brothers Supermarket. Don’t you often buy wine at Brothers Supermarket?” Ji Miaomiao asked.

"Oh, I remember now." Sun Zhansheng immediately recalled his old friend's phone call.

The news that a new painter won the Qi Baishi Cup, which just ended, by defeating the painter Tian Sheng, has already spread throughout the art world.

He never expected that the new bride would be from the provincial capital and the wife of Wang Peng, a "conscientious entrepreneur".

Sun Zhansheng asked, "How much salary does he pay you when you're interning at the brother store?"

Ji Miaomiao hurriedly said, "Grandpa, I was almost treated like a slave by the school. Let me tell you about it."

After a long while, Sun Zhansheng gritted his teeth in anger.

Schools these days are becoming increasingly outrageous, even going so far as to target students.

“Grandpa, Peng is a good person. Zhou Shun will definitely use Mingzhu to threaten her. Can you help her?” Ji Miaomiao said.

"You're clearly older than them, so why are you calling them 'brother' and 'sister'?" Sun Zhansheng asked, puzzled.

"Brother and sister aren't related by age, but by prestige, hehe..." Ji Miaomiao couldn't help but laugh out loud.

...

When Wang Peng returned to the Wenxin residential area after a meeting, he found Wang Song coming downstairs from his own unit.

He saw Wang Peng's car, quickened his pace, and drove away, as if he had done something wrong.

Wang Peng watched him walk into the residential building across the street, park his car downstairs, and carefully look around, but couldn't find his wife's Audi.

His wife went out, he locked the car and went upstairs, only to find a bag of oranges hanging on his doorknob.

I casually took off the plastic bag, looked at the four big oranges, and suddenly thought of Wang Song.

With a creak, the neighbor across the hall opened their door.

"Hello, elder sister," Wang Peng said. "Do you know who hung oranges on my door?"

The middle-aged woman said, "An old man knocked on my door just now, asking where you live. I asked him about your relationship with him, but he wouldn't tell me."

"He asked me to give you the oranges, but I didn't dare to take them, so I told him to hang them on your door," the woman added.

Wang Peng nodded. "Big sister, did you ask his name?"

"His name is Wang Song," the middle-aged woman said. "You look like him. Is he your uncle?"

"Yes, thank you, ma'am." Wang Peng chatted with her for a few more minutes, then took out his keys to open the door.

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