At the provincial capital's vehicle management office, Wang Peng transferred ownership of the Audi A6 to Du Feier and received 450,000 yuan.

"Mr. Wang, do you need me to take you home?" Du Feier asked.

"No need, thank you." Wang Peng waved goodbye to her, walked out of the vehicle management office, and walked to the nearest bus stop.

Du Feier sat in the car and took out her phone to call her boss, Li Mengjiao.

"Boss, I've already bought his car for 450,000. What's next?"

"Put the car in James Bond's garage first, and I'll transfer the ownership to you when I return to China," Li Mengjiao said. "Wang Peng doesn't know that, does he?"

“He probably doesn’t know,” Dufy said. “He doesn’t recognize me and doesn’t know I’m your bodyguard.”

"Has Wang Cheng made any moves recently?" Li Mengjiao pressed.

“No, he didn’t cause any trouble for Wang Peng,” Du Feier said. “Boss, when are you coming back to China? Everyone misses you.”

“Go back tomorrow,” Li Mengjiao said. “Keep a close eye on Wang Peng and don’t let anyone bully him, especially Wang Cheng, Li Guifen, and Wang Zhen.”

After saying that, Li Mengjiao hung up the phone.

Du Feier sighed softly; the boss had been poisoned by Wang Peng.

It's very unusual that such a beautiful and wealthy woman would be willing to be Wang Peng's mistress.

Suddenly, Du Feier frowned slightly. The boss had brought his daughter back to China this time, probably to persuade Wang Peng to get a divorce.

Wang Peng is now penniless, having gone from a millionaire to a millionaire in debt. If his boss throws money at him, he definitely won't be able to withstand it.

Wang Peng arrived at the bus stop and boarded the bus heading to Wenxin Community.

Since his family got a car, he has preferred taking the bus, though he only takes it a few times a year. Right now, he's on a crowded bus, which is quite an experience.

Suddenly, someone on the bus started talking about the fire at the Brothers Supermarket. Wang Peng took out his sunglasses and put them on, worried that if someone recognized him, he would be embarrassed, and so would the other person.

"Sister Sun, I heard that Brothers Supermarket was set on fire. Is that true?"

"Of course it's true, the police have opened a case and are investigating."

"Boss Wang is really pitiful. He doesn't sell counterfeit goods and pays his workers high wages, so he has offended a lot of people."

"..."

Two middle-aged women were talking back and forth, and everyone on the bus was listening to them.

Wang Peng smiled slightly, never expecting that he would be pitied by others.

Fortunately, the internet is not mature enough, otherwise "Brothers Supermarket Fire" would have been a trending topic.

When I got home, I took out my key to open the door and found an envelope on the floor by the door. It must have been slipped in through the crack in the door.

At this moment, Li Mingzhu heard the noise and gently opened the bedroom door.

"Honey, you scared me," she said, patting her chest.

"Excuse me," Wang Peng said, pointing to the envelope on the floor. "What's this letter about? You didn't put it here, did you?"

"No." Li Mingzhu yawned. "I've been sleeping the whole time. Look at what letter it is."

Wang Peng picked up the envelope and found it wasn't sealed. He reached inside and pulled out two fifty-yuan bills and a letter.

He opened the letter and read the elegant, flowing handwriting.

"Hello Mr. Wang Peng, I am a loyal customer of Brothers Supermarket. I have been buying things from your store since Brothers Tobacco and Liquor Store."

“I am very sorry to hear that your supermarket was set on fire. I am donating this 100 yuan to you in the hope that you can reopen your brother supermarket soon.”

The letter was unsigned, indicating it was an anonymous donation.

"Honey, what did the letter say?" Li Mingzhu asked.

Wang Peng handed her the letter, feeling both amused and exasperated. First, an elderly stranger lent him money, and then an anonymous benefactor donated money to him.

After reading the letter, Li Mingzhu was quite excited. "Let's reopen the supermarket and not wait for the insurance company to pay out."

Wang Peng scratched his head. "Honey, stop joking. Reopening the supermarket will cost 300,000 yuan, but you bought a car for 450,000 yuan. That's only enough for us to pay off our debts."

He doesn't plan to use the money from selling the car to reopen the supermarket. He wants to pay off his debts to the suppliers first, simply because he doesn't want to break contracts and lose credibility.

“Let’s sell the house, sell your Alto, and I’ll sell the One Piece copyright.”

Li Mingzhu said, "That's about right. Let's go to the street and sell our paintings to raise 300,000 yuan as soon as possible."

"No way," Wang Peng scratched his head. "Your One Piece series is on the rise, selling the rights now would be a huge loss."

Just then, someone knocked on the door. Wang Peng looked out through the peephole and saw two teenagers around twenty years old, who looked like college students.

He opened the door and said, "Hello."

"Are you Wang Peng?" the short-haired young man asked.

“It’s me, and who are you?” Wang Peng asked in return.

“We’re from the provincial capital’s normal university.” The short-haired youth pulled out a wad of cash. “We heard about the supermarket fire and wanted to donate some money to you.”

Wang Peng was taken aback. "Thank you for your kindness, but why are you donating money to me?"

The long-haired youth said, "There's no other reason. It's just because you gave a recent college graduate a salary of 2,500 yuan, and we're graduating right away."

The short-haired young man added, "There are Brother Supermarkets in the provincial capital, so we have the opportunity to get a job and earn a high salary. Without Brother Supermarkets, we would have no chance at all."

"Boss Wang," the long-haired young man said with a smile, "you should hurry up and open the supermarket, so that college graduates can have hope for high-paying jobs."

After hearing their logic, Wang Peng forced a bitter smile, unsure how to respond.

"Please come in and have a cup of tea, you two," Li Mingzhu said.

"No need, sister-in-law, we have other things to do." The long-haired young man waved his hand, and the two brothers turned and left.

"Brothers, what are your names?" Wang Peng asked eagerly.

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