"Brother Peng, yesterday's turnover was 38,052 yuan! 38,052 yuan!" Du Lei shouted into the phone.

"I understand, don't get so worked up. You have to stay calm," Wang Peng said with a smile.

"I can't stay calm, I really can't stay calm, haha..." Du Lei laughed wildly on the phone.

Wang Peng couldn't stay calm either; the turnover was over 38,000 yuan, but the net profit was only around 10,000 yuan.

If you can make around 300,000 a month like this every day, even if you give 150,000 to your employees as bonuses, you'll still pocket 150,000 yourself.

Wang Peng looked at his beaming wife and couldn't help but chuckle. Du Lei heard the laughter on the phone and laughed even more unrestrainedly.

"Okay, stop laughing." Wang Peng hung up the phone and put it on the table.

"Long live my husband!" Li Mingzhu sat on her husband's lap. "Make more money for your son so he won't have to work hard for the rest of his life."

Wang Peng scratched his head. Was this the start of a period of complacency?

"If our family earns 300,000 yuan a month, we'll take our parents on a trip around the world, and the whole family can relax and enjoy life," he said with a smile.

“Okay,” Li Mingzhu said. “We travel to various famous scenic spots and historical sites, and I want to paint them all over the world.”

Speaking of drawing, Wang Peng thought of his wife's One Piece comic, "Has your comic achieved any success?"

"Not yet," Li Mingzhu said. "In three days at most, the editor will call me, hoping I get good results."

One Piece is published by a drama publishing house on behalf of a comic book publisher. The publishing house will calculate the monthly sales and then inform the comic book publisher.

Li Mingzhu suddenly felt a little nervous. She had already won the national championship, had a preface written by painter Tian Sheng, and had joined the provincial artists' association.

If all kinds of resources are available, but sales are still lukewarm, then the problem must lie with the work itself.

Wang Peng touched her face and said, "Don't worry, if One Piece doesn't become popular, we can draw something else. I'll cover for you."

"Hehe." Li Mingzhu hugged her husband's neck tightly.

She said, "Without your support, it would be difficult for me to take a break from drawing comics. I would be forced by life to give up my dream of becoming a painter."

"Honey, it's so good to have you." Li Mingzhu said emotionally, kissing her husband's cheek.

Not satisfied with just that, she added, "Honey, I ran into my high school classmate at the supermarket and chatted with her for a bit."

"He sings well. Whenever the school holds a party, he would hold his guitar and sing Wong Ka Kui. His dream is to be a singer."

"Now, he works as a sales clerk in our supermarket. Life has forced him to sell his guitar and his dreams."

At this point, Li Mingzhu sighed softly, thankful that she had found a wealthy and supportive husband.

If she relied solely on her parents' support, she would be like Guitar Guy, leaving her paintbrush on an inconspicuous windowsill until it was buried in dust.

"Husband, marrying you was the best decision I ever made in my life," Li Mingzhu said softly.

Listening to his wife's heartfelt words, Wang Peng felt a sense of comfort.

All the effort was worthwhile; the stronger his wife's sense of happiness, the more meaningful his life would be.

If you can't make up for the regrets of your past life in this second life, then you've failed miserably.

“If my husband only loved me, and if Li Mengjiao didn’t exist, he would be the perfect husband,” Li Mingzhu said.

"Uh... why bring up something you shouldn't talk about?" Wang Peng said somewhat awkwardly.

At the same time, it's funny. The regrets of the past life have been made up for, so how can the regrets of this life be made up for?

Just then, the telephone on the coffee table rang.

Li Mingzhu glanced at the caller ID, her expression turned serious, and she answered the phone with the speakerphone on, "Hello, Editor Liu, this is Li Mingzhu."

"Great news! One Piece sold 4,100 copies last month! 4,100 copies!" Editor Liu Shun laughed on the phone.

"Four thousand, four thousand one hundred copies?" Li Mingzhu became nervous and gripped her husband's hand tightly.

It's worth noting that a book is considered a bestseller if it sells more than 2,000 copies per month, while One Piece previously only sold around 800 copies.

With the support of the Qi Baishi Cup champion, painter Tian Sheng's preface, and the provincial capital's artists association, One Piece's sales exploded last month.

“If you maintain this performance, you will become the most famous painter of the year,” Liu Shun exclaimed.

"Thank you, Teacher Liu, thank you so much!" Li Mingzhu said eagerly. "Without your help, I wouldn't have achieved what I have today."

"You're welcome, haha." Liu Shun said with a smile, "Keep up the good work, and I'll contact you as soon as there's any new information."

After chatting for a few more minutes, Li Mingzhu hung up the phone, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Honey, don't get agitated, don't scare our son," Wang Peng said hurriedly. "I understand how you feel, but please don't get agitated."

“Husband,” Li Mingzhu said, tears streaming down her face, “I can now proudly tell you that last month I was a famous painter.”

“Don’t mention last month.” Wang Peng gently wiped away her tears. “In my heart, you will always be a famous painter, more famous than Picasso.”

"Pah!" Li Mingzhu laughed again, her tears streaming down her face as she smiled, her little expressions quite interesting.

Wang Peng put his arm around her and said, "Your favorite show, 'People's Livelihood Help,' is about to start. Let's watch TV."

He turned on the TV and used the remote to find the provincial TV station.

The "People's Livelihood Helper" is organized by journalists and civil affairs departments, utilizing the power of public opinion and media to help ordinary people solve their problems.

For example, when migrant workers were owed wages, they sought help from the program team, who then accompanied reporters and the police to coordinate with the foreman.

The show is very popular in the province. Foremen, either under pressure from public opinion or afraid of losing face, usually calculate the wages for migrant workers on the spot.

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