The farce between Wang Song and Li Guifen was resolved. Li Guifen apologized, and both went their separate ways.

After a busy day, Hu Juan returned home to find her daughter watching TV. She glanced at her watch and asked, "It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Mom, how dare you ask me that?" Hu Mingyue pointed to her watch and said with a smile, "It's already 10:30, and you just got off work?"

"I'm too busy with work, there's nothing I can do, you should go to sleep," Hu Juan said.

"Mom, let me put up a marriage advertisement for you, so you can find a good man to take care of you." Hu Mingyue stood up and hugged her mother's arm.

"You'd better not meddle in other people's business." Hu Juan glared at her, then turned and went into the bathroom.

Hu Mingyue sat back down on the sofa, watching the melodramatic TV show on TV with nothing to do.

Her parents have been divorced for three months, and she has chosen to live with her mother. To express her determination to sever ties with her father, she even adopted her mother's traits.

My mother is busy with work every day and eats instant noodles for breakfast and dinner. If this continues, her health will collapse.

The television was paused for a commercial break. Hu Mingyue lay on the sofa, squinting as she watched the television.

Suddenly, a marriage advertisement caught her attention. The son was looking for a wife for his father. The son was Wang Peng, and the father owned 5% of the shares in Brothers Supermarket.

"Wang Peng from Brothers Supermarket?" Hu Mingyue became interested and immediately called Feng Dali to ask for Wang Peng's phone number.

In the cozy residential community, Wang Peng was getting ready for bed when his phone suddenly rang.

He answered the phone, "Hello, this is Wang Peng."

"Boss Wang Peng, my name is Hu Mingyue. Are you serious about posting this marriage advertisement?" Hu Mingyue asked.

"Comrade Hu Mingyue, the advertisement is definitely true. I'll arrange for you to meet my father tomorrow, and you two can talk it over." Wang Peng yawned.

"Pah, I'm only eighteen. I'd be more suited to marrying you." Hu Mingyue chuckled. "My mom is forty. I helped her make the arrangements."

Wang Peng was taken aback; this girl's words were a bit too bold. He smiled and said, "Let's set a time."

"Don't rush!" Hu Mingyue asked anxiously, "Boss Wang, does your father really own five percent of the shares?"

"Yes, there really is." Wang Peng had a bit of a headache. "Comrade Hu Mingyue, it's hard to explain over the phone. Could you arrange a time for me to come see you tomorrow?"

“Okay, I’ll come to Brother No. 2 store to find you at ten o’clock tomorrow morning, how about that?” Hu Mingyue said.

"Okay, let's talk again when we meet tomorrow." Wang Peng chatted with her for a few minutes before hanging up the phone.

The apartment building across the street belongs to Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng stared intently at the sales report on the table, gritting his teeth in anger. The sales revenue of the Huihuang flagship store had been calculated, and it was less than eight thousand yuan.

During the period when Brothers Supermarket was burned down, the daily turnover of the Huihuang flagship store was around 20,000 yuan, but today it has been cut to 8,000 yuan.

“This won’t do.” Wang Cheng shook his head, picked up the phone and dialed a number. “Sixth Brother, let’s proceed according to plan.”

Liu Yunlai chuckled and said with a smile, "Getting your pants on fire? Finally realizing you're in a hurry?"

Wang Cheng said, "Old Liu, we're comrades-in-arms, don't be sarcastic towards me. Also, don't get involved in this matter, it's very dangerous."

Liu Yunlai smiled again, "I know, I'm not stupid."

After exchanging a few words, Wang Cheng ended the call, went to the window, lit a cigarette, and stared intently at Wang Peng's house across the street.

He had smoked half a cigarette when he shook his head. "Brother, if we cooperate, the entire provincial capital will be ours. Why should we become enemies?"

He thought about it again and again, and felt that the reason for the feud was that his elder brother was too serious. He muttered, "The eldest brother is like a father. I am the younger brother. You should treat me well."

After finishing a cigarette, an ominous premonition welled up in his heart: "Liu Yunlai is unreliable; he might be killed by my older brother."

The Xinglan Song and Dance Troupe's energetic music is breathtaking. In the dark night, the lights are dazzling and the crowd is dancing.

The private room on the second floor was very quiet. Two people were drinking face to face: Liu Yunlai, the chairman of Huihuang, and Chen Mengchang, the "Lord Mengchang" of the provincial capital.

Chen Mengchang wore a leather coat, had no proper job, and enjoyed making friends. Mengchang was his nickname, and he was known as Lord Mengchang of the provincial capital.

He put down his wine glass and chuckled wickedly, "The wine that Boss Liu treated us to is high-class and delicious."

Liu Yunlai said with a smile, "Wang Song, a shareholder of Brothers Supermarket, beat up a fifty-year-old female customer in public yesterday."

Chen Mengchang chuckled, crossed his legs, and lay back on the sofa, rhythmically swirling the red wine glass in his hand.

"Old Chen, I'm going to let everyone in the provincial capital know that the shareholders of Brother Supermarket beat up customers. I'm going to ruin Brother's reputation."

Liu Yunlai took out a stack of hundred-yuan bills from his bag, counted out ten bills and placed them opposite Chen Mengchang, "This is the deposit, and the other half will be paid after the matter is completed."

Chen Mengchang smiled slightly, "I've bought things at Brother Supermarket before, and they are indeed genuine and of high quality. It's a well-known brand in our provincial capital."

"Old Liu, you might not believe it, but most people from out of town who come to our provincial capital will shop at Brother Supermarket."

"I also admire Wang Peng as a boss. He is willing to pay his workers high wages, which is unique in the whole country. To be honest, I admire him very much."

After finishing his speech in one breath, Chen Mengchang took a sip of wine and looked at Liu Yunlai with a half-smile.

"What do you mean?" Liu Yunlai felt a chill run down his spine, staring intently at him. "You mean you admire Wang Peng and Brothers Supermarket, and don't want to take my business?"

Chen Mengchang took a sip of red wine and chuckled, "Old Liu, Wang Peng is my idol, so you'll have to pay extra!"

"Oh? Haha..." Liu Yunlai laughed heartily, soon laughing until his stomach hurt. He took out another five hundred. "Is that enough?"

Chen Mengchang nodded. "So-so, Lao Liu, do you want it fast or slow?"

Liu Yunlai asked, "How do you say 'fast'? And how do you say 'slow'?"

Chen Mengchang put down his wine cup and sat up straight. “The slow way is through word of mouth. Although the spread is slow, once it enters the network of acquaintances such as relatives and neighbors, the trust level is high and the influence is lasting. The fast way is through flyers and tabloids. I have my people distribute flyers and post small advertisements. The spread is very fast, but the trust level is relatively low.”

"Hurry up, I can't wait," Liu Yunlai said.

“Sure, but it will cost extra,” Chen Mengchang said.

"What? You want more money? Are you fucking obsessed with money?" Liu Yunlai slammed his fist on the table in anger.

“Well said. I originally only wanted you to add 500, but now I have to add 700. Insults cost extra too.” Chen Mengchang smiled slightly.

"I..." Liu Yunlai was furious, staring intently at Chen Mengchang's shameless face, repeatedly telling himself, "Don't lower yourself to the level of a scoundrel, don't lower yourself to the level of a scoundrel..."

After a few minutes of self-comfort, he finally controlled his temper and put another 700 yuan across the table.

"Great idea." Chen Mengchang put the two thousand two hundred yuan into his pocket, snapped his fingers, and said, "I'll work overtime for you, let's get it done tonight."

The next morning at nine o'clock, Hu Mingyue went downstairs, got on her motorcycle, and prepared to go to Brothers Supermarket to meet Wang Peng.

Someone slipped a flyer into my bicycle basket.

She picked it up casually; the flyer read, "Wang Song, the owner of Brothers Supermarket, slapped me in the face for no reason. We are offering a large reward for witnesses."