Hu Qing gave a wry smile, "Of course I need to borrow a seed, but not now. I need to get rid of Wang Cheng's seed first."

Her words were filled with anger, and her face showed grievance.

Wang Peng lost his joking mood and asked softly, "Sister Hu, did you and Wang Cheng have a fight?"

Hu Qing's eyes reddened, and tears streamed down her face.

After a moment, she said, "I thought I could control Wang Cheng, but I underestimated him."

Wang Peng scratched his head, already realizing her predicament. Wang Cheng had grown up under her wing and was now too powerful to be controlled.

"Sister Hu, I told you long ago that Wang Cheng is very cunning, and you are no match for him."

Hu Qing sighed softly, "I also regret not listening to you back then. It's too late to say anything now; he's already out of my control."

Wang Peng found it hilarious; if things continued like this, Wang Cheng would become increasingly powerful, and might even kick Hu Qing out of the limelight.

But who can be blamed for this?

It's all because Hu Qing was inexplicably confident back then, acting like she was the modern-day Wu Zetian.

Hu Qing shook her head. "But it doesn't matter. As long as your brother supermarket continues to have such good business, Huihuang will die sooner or later."

"There are only two possible endings to a glorious life: either you are squeezed out of the city by your brothers and go bankrupt, or you leave the provincial capital and go somewhere else."

"Although Wang Cheng is capable, I don't think he can beat you. Whenever I think of this, I don't feel bad anymore."

At this point, Hu Qing gave a bitter smile; she had already foreseen the glorious ending.

Wang Peng shook his head. "There's another way. You can learn from your brother's methods: don't sell any counterfeit goods and pay your workers high wages."

Workers will naturally do their best to serve customers, and customers will be happy to buy satisfactory goods, which will naturally lead to better business.

Hu Qing said, "Huihuang has shareholders; it's not up to me to make the decisions."

“Xiaopeng, I’ve recently taken a liking to reading history. Feudal dynasties also knew that as long as they gave up profits to the peasants, their rule would be stable.”

"And what's the result? Besides you, who else is willing to give up their benefits to others? This is like eating their flesh and taking their lives."

After finishing her speech in one breath, Hu Qing took a sip of coffee, her expression somewhat forlorn.

Wang Peng shook his head. Saying it is one thing, doing it is another. It's easy to say but hard to do.

"I'm not talking anymore." Hu Qing yawned. "If you need my help, I'll try my best to help you."

With that, she waved to Wang Peng, picked up her bag, and left the coffee shop.

She consulted a wise person about how to treat Wang Peng, and the wise person advised her to give first and then expect a return.

Don't set any conditions or demands for Wang Peng to agree to right away; it's highly unlikely to work.

Because Wang Peng is the kind of person who responds better to gentle persuasion than force.

She decided to change her strategy, learn from the business philosophy of her brother supermarket, and exchange genuine products for genuine customers, and exchange her sincerity for Wang Peng's sincerity.

Wang Peng called Li Keyong and said, "Uncle, I've got the internship contract. Come to VIP room 1 on the third floor of Xinglan Coffee Shop."

"Really? You really got it?" Li Keyong asked eagerly. "Wait for me, I'll be there soon."

Less than half an hour later, Li Keyong and lawyer Zhong Tiezhu arrived at the coffee shop, and the two looked at the contract word by word.

After a long pause, Zhong Tiezhu slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "With this contract, the police can open a case, right?"

“Yes.” Li Keyong nodded. “This is the strongest evidence. I will take Han Jianguo and the others to the college branch immediately.”

Not long ago, Li Mingzhu joined the Artists Association, which was due to Zhou Shun's interference, and Wang Peng still holds a grudge.

If someone causes you trouble, and you are evenly matched, you should retaliate on the spot.

If there is a difference in strength, a gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years.

In short, we cannot back down or let this go unresolved, or they will only escalate their actions.

Wang Peng said in a deep voice, "Uncle, Attorney Zhong, can you bring down Zhou Shun this time?"

Zhong Tiezhu immediately said, "I'm only 20% sure; the remaining 80% depends on Lao Li's efforts."

Hearing this, Li Keyong smiled slightly, "Don't worry, the higher-ups are also very angry about Zhou Shun's exploitation of students."

"Haha," Zhong Tiezhu said with a laugh, "If you put it that way, then I'm eighty percent sure."

Wang Peng finally felt relieved, but whenever he thought about the trouble Zhou Shun had caused, it felt like a thorn had grown in his heart.

The key issue is that Wang Peng is graduating next year. If Zhou Shun is still the principal, and if he maliciously makes things difficult for him, it will be very difficult for him to graduate.

Zhong Tiezhu stood up to say goodbye, "Boss Wang, Lao Li, I'll go back and prepare."

Wang Peng saw him out, then asked the waiter for two more cups of coffee before returning to the private room.

"Uncle, are you really sure?" Wang Peng said. "My request is not necessarily to put Zhou Shun in jail. I don't want him to be the principal."

“That makes things even easier,” Li Keyong said with a smile. “Why don’t you have bodyguards with you when you come out for coffee?”

Wang Peng was taken aback and shook his head. "It's not that bad. At most, they'll vandalize my supermarket. They haven't gone so far as to kill anyone."

Li Keyong frowned, and after a long while, he nodded. "You must be careful. Better safe than sorry."

...

8 PM, at the Kalan Bar.

Ma Ronghua, the owner of Ronghua Supermarket, downed a glass of strong liquor in one go.

He felt a splitting headache, and listening to the chaotic music only made him more irritable.

At this moment, Wang Cheng sat down next to him with a wine glass in his hand. "Old Ma, you've come out all alone to drink away your sorrows?"

"You know perfectly well what I'm asking." A ruthless glint flashed in Ma Ronghua's eyes as he downed another glass of strong liquor.

"You're hiding here drinking, do you think you can drink Wang Cheng to death?" Wang Cheng smiled slightly and drank a glass of low-alcohol red wine.

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