When Wang Peng returned home, he couldn't find his cousin or the food cart.

He carried five pounds of eggs out of the house, flagged down a motorcycle, and headed straight for Li Village, which was more than ten miles away.

Since he was preparing to start a food delivery business, he needed to find delivery drivers, and his first thought was his second uncle and aunt.

Li Longfei said that the Dong family wanted to destroy his fried rice business with a price war, so it was necessary to make some preparations in advance.

When the motorcycle arrived at the Li family's house, Wang Peng saw his second uncle and aunt playing with the children in the yard.

"Second Uncle, I've come to visit you." Wang Peng paid for the motorcycle fare and carried five kilograms of eggs into the house.

"You silly child," Li Guixi said with a wry smile. "How many times have I told you not to bring anything to my house again?"

"I can't come empty-handed, can I?" Wang Peng walked into the main room and placed the eggs on the table.

"Where's Xiaofang?" Zhao Li looked up at the gate and asked, "Didn't she come back with you?"

"No, she's busy with business." Wang Peng pulled up a stool, sat down, and held his little cousin in his arms, teasing him.

"Second Uncle, it's like this, many students have asked me to order food and deliver fried rice to their classrooms and dormitories."

"I'd like to ask you and your aunt to deliver food. Your salary is the same as Fang's, two hundred yuan a month."

"We will deliver meals at noon, in the afternoon, and after evening self-study. It won't take too much time and won't interfere with your farm work."

After hearing what their nephew said, the couple stared wide-eyed, unsure of what to say.

“Dapeng, you can’t deliver that many meals every day, can you? Let your second uncle go over there, I won’t go,” Zhao Li shook her head.

Wang Peng laughed, "Your aunt wants my second uncle to deliver food in the girls' dormitory? Aren't you afraid he'll end up in the police station?"

Zhao Li rolled her eyes and chuckled; she hadn't expected girls to order food.

"Dapeng, is business really that good? Do you need the two of us?" Li Guixi still couldn't believe it.

"Of course you'll need it," Wang Peng said. "School starts the day after tomorrow, and you'll officially start work the day after tomorrow morning."

He doesn't know how many food delivery orders there will be after school starts, or whether there will be a surplus of manpower. He'll deal with it when there is a surplus.

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The next afternoon, students from the No. 1 Middle School returned to school one after another, and they had to attend evening self-study sessions.

Four female students came to Wang Peng's food cart, bought four servings of fried rice, and handed four yuan to Li Fang.

At this moment, a stainless steel food cart slowly walked over and stopped next to Wang Peng's food cart.

An advertisement was pasted on the car: Golden Egg Fried Rice, 80 cents a serving.

The car owner was a young woman wearing high heels, jeans, and a leather jacket, with wavy hair and a leather bag slung over her shoulder.

Standing next to me was a middle-aged man with a big head and a thick neck. He didn't look like a tycoon; he looked more like a cook wielding a large ladle.

The two started setting up a stall, displaying disposable lunch boxes, a gas stove, a wok, and other utensils.

Li Fang glanced at the advertisement on the bus; the lunchboxes were the same size, and a wave of nervousness washed over her.

“Their lunchboxes are the same as ours, and a serving of fried rice only costs 80 cents. What should we do?” she asked in a low voice.

"Ignore them, just focus on your business." Wang Peng didn't care and silently calculated the cost of a bowl of fried rice.

Rice has risen to two yuan. One jin of rice yields two jin of cooked rice. A bowl of fried rice requires three liang of cooked rice, which costs about 3 jiao.

Eggs cost three yuan per pound, and there are a maximum of one egg per pound. The cost of eggs for each serving of fried rice is also three cents.

Add in the cost of lunchboxes, spoons, ingredients, vegetables, fuel, and labor, and a serving of fried rice costs at least 80 cents.

Wang Peng smiled slightly. Since this woman was doing business that didn't make money, she must be Dong Biao's mother.

He didn't expect the Dong family's suppression to come so quickly.

"She's a mother who spoils her son rotten. I'm a little envious," Wang Peng said, turning to look at her.

The woman, Kong Erying, also turned to look at Wang Peng. Their eyes met, and then they looked away.

Just then, a girl with a ponytail asked the price, "Boss, how much is a bowl of fried rice?"

"One yuan a bowl, delicious, want a bowl, classmate?" Wang Peng said with a smile.

"Excuse me." The girl was a little embarrassed and turned to buy Kong Erying's star anise fried rice.

The fried rice chef started the fire, Kong Erying collected the money and gave change, looking at Wang Peng with a provocative gaze.

Throughout the afternoon, the Dong family's business was bustling with customers, while Wang Peng's business was deserted.

The business has been taken away a lot, and many students only look at the price, not the taste.

Li Fang became anxious, "Pengdi, this won't do, we need to lower the price too."

Wang Peng shook his head. It's impossible to lower prices, because lowering prices is easy, but raising prices is difficult.

When they were closing up shop that evening, Kong Erying came over and confronted them.

“Wang Peng, I am Dong Biao’s mother. You have bullied my son at school.”

“My family owns a feed mill. I’m not doing this to make money, but to teach you a lesson.”

"If you sincerely apologize to Dong Biao, I won't come tomorrow, okay?"

As expected, Wang Peng shook his head.

"Big sister, first of all, I didn't bully Dong Biao. All the classmates were there at the time. You can investigate."

"Since it's not my fault, of course I won't apologize. To be honest, I'm not afraid of your price war."

Wang Peng had cheap rice and eggs in hand, but the price war was like the Seven Injury Fist in the novel, hurting himself first and then others.

If campus food delivery orders are not ideal, then the only option left is to engage in a price war.

"You won't shed a tear until you see the coffin. Let's see how long you can hold out," Kong Erying said. "An apology would have solved the problem. Don't suffer for the sake of saving face."

“Big sister, you’re wrong.” Wang Peng shook his head. “I will not sell my dignity.”

Now that you've been reborn, if you're still as repressed and suffocating as you were in your previous life, then just buy a block of tofu and smash your head against it.

"Dignity is not as real as money." Kong Erying turned and left. "Wait, we'll continue tomorrow."

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