"No need." The long-haired youth waved his hand and walked down the stairs without turning his head.

Wang Peng stared at the empty staircase for a long time before counting the money in his hand.

The largest denomination is ten yuan, and the smallest denomination is one yuan, for a total of twenty-eight yuan.

“Actually, I knew your heart had grown cold a long time ago,” Li Mingzhu said softly. “Cheer up, and don’t let down the strangers who encouraged you.”

As she spoke, Li Mingzhu took out a handkerchief to wipe her husband's tears, "Tomorrow we'll set up a street stall to sell paintings, husband, don't give up on your supermarket dream."

“Okay, I won’t give up.” Wang Peng said through gritted teeth, “Wife, I’ll get up from where I fell. This fire won’t break me.”

...

Ping'an County, Xiaowang Village.

Wang Huai and Wang Weiping rushed to Wang Song's house and found him fast asleep in bed. They quickly woke him up.

"Second Uncle, Pengdi's supermarket was burned down. It was reported on the news yesterday."

Wang Weiping said urgently, "I just called Pengdi in the county, but my sister-in-law answered. She said the supermarket was burned to the ground."

"Fuck your mother, which bastard did this?" Wang Song was furious and jumped up, cursing.

"Second brother, now's not the time for cursing," Wang Huai said. "Now's the time to use money. Your 300,000 yuan compensation..."

“Yes, yes, I was so angry I lost my mind.” Wang Song slapped his thigh. “Brother, Weiping, come with me to the bank to withdraw money. Xiaopeng needs money urgently right now. I’ll give him all 300,000 yuan.”

Hearing this, Wang Huai and his son secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Huai said, "Let's go get the money first, then go to the provincial capital to find Xiao Peng. Second brother, this is the best time for you and your son to reconcile."