Outside the Brothers Supermarket, Wang Peng was haggling with a mother and son.

The eight-year-old son took a liking to the Luffy painting drawn by Li Mingzhu and kept pestering his mother to buy it, but the mother thought that two yuan was too expensive.

The price is indeed a bit expensive. A poster of a naked woman only costs 50 cents, and the image quality is much more stimulating than a painting.

The woman said, "Boss Wang, is five cents okay? If you say yes, I'll buy it."

“No, ma’am, this is a hand-drawn painting by my wife, and it even has her signature on it,” Wang Peng said.

"Your wife isn't a big star, and Andy Lau's autograph isn't even worth two dollars. Would you sell it for fifty cents?" the woman asked.

Wang Peng was annoyed by his older sister's fluent Central Plains Mandarin. He turned to look at Li Mingzhu.

Li Mingzhu smiled and said, "Big sister, I'll give you another 50 cents off, so you give me 1.5 yuan."

“No, I’ll only give you fifty cents,” the woman said. “I think it’s only worth fifty cents. No one will buy it if you sell it for two dollars.”

Li Mingzhu smiled slightly, "Big sister, it's hard to say about its artistic value. Maybe someone will spend 100,000 yuan to buy this Luffy in the future."

The woman chuckled. "Come on, young lady, what fool would spend 100,000 yuan on this piece of paper?"

“I’ll be the fool.” Wang Song walked up to Wang Peng, opened his briefcase, and revealed three bundles of hundred-yuan bills.

Each bundle contains ten stacks, and each stack contains ten thousand.

Wang Song zipped up the purse and handed it to Wang Peng, saying, "Here's 300,000 yuan. Take it and use it."

The woman who bought the painting was completely dumbfounded; it really did cost a lot of money.

Wang Peng was also a little confused. He took off the "Luffy" portrait and handed it to the little boy, saying, "Little friend, I'm giving you this painting. It's free."

Fearing that Wang Peng would change his mind, the little boy grabbed the painting and ran away. The woman looked embarrassed and hurriedly pushed her bicycle to chase after her son.

Li Mingzhu walked to her husband's side, looked at Wang Song, and asked, "Comrade Wang, what do you mean?"

Wang Song smiled slightly, "The highway took up ten acres of our farmland, and the government compensated me with 300,000 yuan."

“I heard from Weiping that your supermarket caught fire, so I rushed to send you money so you can open for business as soon as possible.”

"Actually, I received the news three days ago. I wanted to withdraw money, but the bank made me wait for three days. It's infuriating."

After finishing his speech in one breath, Wang Song smiled, looking somewhat flustered.

He was wearing a worn-out Zhongshan suit and tattered sneakers, but the wrinkles on his face had smoothed out, and he looked much healthier than before.

Wang Peng stared at him, and he dared not meet Wang Peng's gaze, his expression becoming even more uneasy.

Li Mingzhu asked, "Dad, are you cured?"

Hearing the word "Dad," Wang Song was overjoyed. His daughter-in-law had acknowledged him, which made him happy.

He said eagerly, "The doctor said my condition has improved significantly, and my hepatitis C will be cured in six months at most, hehe."

Wang Song looked up at Wang Peng, calming himself down, "Xiao Peng, your father used to be a bastard, and you suffered a lot of injustices."

“Now I understand. I won’t ask for your forgiveness. Take this 300,000 yuan. You don’t need to give me an IOU. This is my compensation to you.”

At this point, Wang Song felt bitter and lowered his head to rub his eyes.

At this moment, Wang Peng felt a lump in his throat and a pang of sadness. Was this a belated fatherly love?

There was 300,000 yuan in the purse. That's 300,000 yuan! The average monthly salary in the provincial capital is less than 500 yuan.

If this is compensation, then it's quite substantial.

“Honey,” Li Mingzhu said softly, pulling her husband’s hand, “with this money, we can reopen Brothers Supermarket right away.”

Wang Song nodded, "Stop selling paintings, reopen the supermarket as soon as possible. Every day you delay, you'll lose several thousand yuan."

As he spoke, he turned to look at the burned-down supermarket and cursed, "Which bastard did this? If I find out who he is, I'll fight him to the death."

Wang Peng's nose tingled again, and he moved his lips, "Dad..."

"Huh?" Wang Song trembled and asked urgently, "Child, what did you just call me?"

"Dad, thank you." Wang Peng felt a sense of relief wash over him, and his mind cleared.

It felt like a huge burden had been lifted off my shoulders in an instant.

"My child, my good child." Wang Song lowered his head and rubbed his tears.

He endured years of suffering and hardship to finally hear the word "Dad."

"Xiao Peng, are you willing to acknowledge me?" Wang Song asked eagerly.

"Dad, let bygones be bygones," Wang Peng sighed, looking up at the sky.

At this moment, the knot in my heart that had been tied up for so many years was finally untied.

By exchanging sincerity for sincerity, Wang Song won over Wang Peng's sincere heart.

“My child, my good child…” Wang Song burst into tears.

"Dad, don't cry, there are a lot of people on the street." Li Mingzhu took out some tissues and gave them to him, saying, "Honey, let's hurry up and pack up the stall."

Wang Peng nodded and immediately packed up the paintings on his stall; he wouldn't be doing business today.

Wang Song didn't care what others thought. He wiped away his tears and helped Wang Peng pack up his stall.

Upon seeing Li Mingzhu offering help, he said urgently, "Don't move, my son and I will clean up."

Li Mingzhu smiled, tidied up the drawing board on the chair, quickly wrote a note and handed it to her husband.

The note read: Wang Cheng and his gang will definitely come and cause trouble. Call Du Lei and tell him to come and collect the money.

Wang Peng took out his phone and first called Du Lei, then called his uncle Li Keyong.

Legally speaking, Wang Zhen and Wang Xia are entitled to a share of this money, because the state's compensation is divided into land compensation and farmer resettlement compensation.

When the government takes away farmers' land, in addition to paying for the land, it also has to provide unemployment relief funds.

Legally speaking, this is the joint property of Wang Song and Li Guifen, and Li Guifen and Wang Cheng will not let it go.

But Wang Peng didn't want to give them a single penny.

When Wang Song contracted hepatitis C, they refused to pay a single penny for his medical expenses, so they were not entitled to the money.

When Li Keyong learned that Wang Song had given Wang Peng 300,000 yuan, he remained silent for a long time on the phone.

“Xiaopeng, although you can’t measure sincerity with money, money can certainly measure sincerity. Your father has truly repented.”

“I know,” Wang Peng said. “Uncle, you know my family’s situation. Take the money, I plan to rebuild Brothers Supermarket.”

“Okay, you wait there, I’ll be right there,” Li Keyong said.

Less than half an hour later, Li Keyong arrived in a van, with Li Kefan, Duan Cuilu, Du Lei, and Ji Miaomiao inside.

Li Kefan grasped Wang Song's hand. "Brother, I want to thank you."

Wang Song was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "In-law, we're family, no need for formalities, haha."

Duan Cuilu smiled and said, "In-law, let's not talk about the past. From now on, you should get closer to Kefan and Keyong."

“Okay.” Wang Song shook hands with Li Keyong. “Brother, you look even younger.”

Li Keyong said, "Brother, from now on, you and my brother will oversee things together, and we'll reopen Brother Supermarket."

Wang Song was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly patted his chest and said, "Okay, I won't do anything else, let's reopen the supermarket together."