Ping'an County.

Mingyuan Garden Residential Community.

Zhang Qianqian's living room.

Two bowls of fried rice with eggs were placed on the table.

"Big brother, go and cause trouble for Wang Peng tomorrow. Just say you got diarrhea from eating his fried rice," Zhang Qianqian said.

"Hmph! How dare they bully the Zhang family's child! I'll smash their reputation!" Zhang's mother, Huang Xueli, gritted her teeth.

Zhang Wentao looked aggrieved and secretly glanced at his father Zhang Chenggong's expression.

Zhang Chenggong is in his forties, with a square face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and an upright demeanor.

If an outsider met him for the first time, they certainly wouldn't equate him with "Southern Overlord".

"I've investigated and found out that you were the one who flirted with Wang Peng's cousin first." He stared at Zhang Wentao with a look of disgust.

"Dad, my older brother was just joking. It's wrong for Wang Peng to hit someone." Zhang Qianqian snorted.

Zhang Chenggong glared at Zhang Qianqian again.

"Don't get involved in this. Just focus on improving your grades."

"If you don't get into the top ten in the class in the next monthly exam, I'll cut off your allowance."

"I'm not joking with you, do you hear me?"

Zhang Qianqian nodded hurriedly and quickly shut her mouth.

She couldn't bear to give up her monthly allowance of one hundred yuan.

"Shirley, you and your daughter shouldn't cause trouble for Wang Peng. I need to give Li Longfei face," Zhang Chenggong said.

Wang Peng once helped the Li family avoid bankruptcy, a fact that became widely known among the wealthy in Ping'an County.

Li Longfei, who runs the largest chicken farm in Ping'an County and drives a Santana, is not someone to be trifled with.

"Old Zhang, are we just going to let this go like this?" Huang Xueli gritted her teeth. "I can't swallow this."

Zhang Chenggong sneered.

"Of course we can't just let it go like this. Even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner."

“I will teach him a lesson so that he will know that the Zhang family is not to be trifled with.”

"Don't get involved in this matter, I'll handle it myself."

...

Three days later, the number of food delivery orders exceeded 300.

In order not to delay the food delivery, Wang Peng had to hire Du Lei to deliver to the boys' dormitory and Chen Xiaojing to deliver to the girls' dormitory.

I spent an hour and a half making fried rice for lunch, and I'm so tired that my back and arms ache.

Everyone was tired, so Li Fang bought two pounds of beef, and everyone ate with the beef.

After dinner, Du Lei and Chen Xiaojing went back to school, while their second uncle and aunt went home to do farm work.

“Dapeng, there are eight households in our village that grow rice, and they ask for at least one yuan and eighty cents.” Li Guixi said with a look of shame.

Wang Peng's cheap rice was almost used up, so he asked his second uncle to buy more rice in the countryside.

"Second Uncle, don't rush, take your time searching," Wang Peng said with a smile.

“Okay, I’ll go look in other villages.” After saying that, Li Guixi took his wife back to Li Village.

The price of rice was still two yuan per kilogram, and my second uncle had to go to great lengths to find a source of rice for one yuan and eighty cents.

But Wang Peng was not satisfied with the price of rice, which was 1.8 yuan.

In this case, the cost of fried rice would be 70 cents, leaving only 30 cents as profit.

Compared to the current profit of six cents, it's a full half less.

"Pengdi, let's buy some expensive rice to make do for now. My dad has decided to plant rice next year," Li Fang said softly.

Wang Peng shook his head. "Distant water can't quench immediate thirst. How much rice does the Zao family still have?"

"Three hundred jin (150 kg) can only make a maximum of two thousand servings of fried rice, which will last for a week at most," Li Fang said, looking conflicted.

"Don't worry about it, I'll think of a solution." Wang Peng patted her shoulder.

At that moment, a boy with a buzz cut walked out of the school gate and strode to the dining car.

"I'm Wang Mingming from Class 5, Grade 12. I'm ordering meals for ten days, to be delivered to the classroom every noon." He took out ten yuan.

"Ming-ge, let's book five days first." Wang Peng scratched his head. "Never mind, ten days it is."

"Hehe, remember to give me some pickled garlic." Wang Mingming paid and left.

Wang Peng plans to switch to a different business.

Once we run out of rice at home, we'll go to the Xue brothers to sell the fried rice cart, and then find a suitable business as soon as possible.

“Brother Wang Peng.” Li Dashan suddenly appeared. “I went to your house three times, but you weren’t there, haha.”

"Landlord," Wang Peng said with a smile, "I'm at school during the day and can't go home until after nine o'clock at night."

“Students these days really have it tough.” Li Dashan put his arm around his shoulder. “Let’s go over there and have a chat.”

There was a road sign south of the school gate, and the two of them went to the road sign.

Li Dashan took out five hundred yuan and said, "Sorry, I'm planning to sell my house. You can move out today, brother."

Wang Peng frowned immediately. "This is too sudden, brother. Tell me, what exactly happened?"

He initially rented Li Dashan's courtyard for 500 yuan a year and has been living there for two months now.

The rental agreement clearly states that if the landlord breaches the contract prematurely, the full 500 yuan rent will be refunded.

Now Li Dashan is directly paying 500 yuan, willing to let Wang Peng stay for free for two months, there must be something fishy going on.

"Brother Dashan, are you really in a hurry to sell the house?" Wang Peng asked seriously. "Can you tell me the truth?"

Two or three seconds later, Li Dashan sighed, "Nan Batian told me to drive you away. I'm afraid of him."

Nan Batian is Zhang Qianqian's father. Three days ago, his blond son was beaten by Wang Peng.

Thinking of this, Wang Peng sneered.

"So this is the Zhang family's method of revenge?"

"Brother Dashan, are you that afraid of him? Isn't he just a video arcade owner?"

"We live in a society governed by the rule of law. Our county just killed Bei Batian."

Li Changshan shook his head and smiled wryly; this young man was still too young.

He gave the money to Wang Peng, saying, "I'll just say one thing: his video arcade at the train station is showing pornographic videos in broad daylight."

Wang Peng was taken aback.

"I understand." He put the money in his pocket. "You go back first, I'll ask for leave and move out today."

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