"Wang Peng, if you dare say something like that again, I'll get angry." Li Mingzhu reached out and pinched Wang Peng's ear.

"Wife, have mercy! I was wrong, oh dear." Wang Peng joked with his wife, and his mood suddenly improved a lot.

The next morning at nine o'clock, my father-in-law and mother-in-law arrived. The elderly couple went to the kitchen to make dumplings, preparing to drive away the bad luck in the house.

Wang Peng plans to go to the San Da Volkswagen dealership to sell his wife's Audi A6.

As soon as he got downstairs, an elderly man and woman walked towards him.

The elderly woman with white hair grabbed his left hand and said urgently, "My child, you can't lie on the ground and not get up."

Wang Peng was a little confused, not recognizing the elderly couple. "Grandma, the ground is so cold, why am I lying on it?"

The old man said, "Son, what your aunt means is that you can't let that fire defeat you. You have to get back up and reopen Brother Supermarket."

"Huh!" Wang Peng was even more confused.

We were complete strangers, so why did they encourage me? What does it matter to them whether I reopen Brother Supermarket or not?

The old lady said, "Child, there are fake goods everywhere outside. If you don't open a supermarket, where will I buy genuine products?"

"Son, do you have enough money? Your uncle and I have saved up more than ten thousand yuan. Take it and use it first." The old lady turned to look at her husband.

The old man took out his savings book and said, "Twelve thousand yuan, you can use it to open the supermarket first. Give me an IOU. My wife and I don't have any big expenses."

Wang Peng was dumbfounded. He thought he had misheard and stared at the passbook in the old man's hand.