In the grand hall of the Huihuang District compound, applause rang out once again.

Wang Peng and Wang Cheng stood on the stage, proudly displaying their certificates and receiving applause from the crowd. This was the first time Wang Peng had received the honorary title of Outstanding Entrepreneur.

Although there was no bonus, he was still very happy. But when he looked at Wang Cheng, who was equally happy, a feeling of disgust rose in his heart.

He found it amusing that someone who arbitrarily tramples on laws and morals could also be an outstanding entrepreneur.

Next, Wang Peng shook hands with Hu Yong and returned to his seat, officially concluding the commendation ceremony.

The other fathers drove away, but Hu Yong kept Wang Peng and Li Mengjiao behind and continued to talk about investing in building a factory.

Hu Yong said with a smile, "Mr. Wang, Mr. Li, Mr. Baker seems dissatisfied with the investment environment. Can you help him out?"

“He’s asking for way too much. He’s practically begging for a ten-year tax exemption. I can’t make that decision on my own,” Hu Yong added.

Wang Peng shook his head: "Director Hu, this is your negotiation with the British Elevator Factory. We can't be of much help, can we?"

“Brother, I won’t let you help me for nothing,” Hu Yong said. “If this works out, your No. 5 store can apply for tax exemption this year.”

Hearing this, Wang Peng was somewhat tempted, as his brother's supermarket had to pay millions of yuan in taxes even when it was short of funds.

Hu Yong pressed on, saying, "Brother, our bottom line is five years of tax exemption; we really can't go any further."

Li Mengjiao shook her head and said softly, "Your differences are too great; there's almost no room for negotiation."

Hu Yong then said, "You guys keep talking, I'll continue working on Baker. Let's do it both ways, I don't believe he won't compromise."

Seeing Hu Yong's confident demeanor, Wang Peng really didn't want to discourage him, so he nodded in agreement.

After exchanging a few more words, Wang Peng and Li Mengjiao left and drove to the James Bond headquarters in the college district.

Li Mengjiao immediately convened a meeting with management personnel and threw herself into her work.

Wang Peng was not an employee of James Bond and did not want to interfere in James Bond's internal affairs, so he went to Li Mengjiao's office and lay down to read a book.

After reading a dozen pages, his eyelids started drooping. Just then, his phone started vibrating. He answered it and held it to his ear: "Hello."

A fluent English voice came through the phone: "Dear Mr. Wang, this is your old friend, Baker."

“Dear Mr. Baker, hello.” Wang Peng sat up in bed and said with a smile, “Do you have time? I’d like to invite you for coffee.”

"I couldn't be happier!" Baker said eagerly. "But let's have tea instead. I'd like some English black tea."

“Okay, are you at the Xinglan Hotel? I’ll come pick you up,” Wang Peng asked.

A few minutes later, he hung up the phone and sent Li Mengjiao a text message: I'm going to have tea with Baker, I'll pick you up later.

The James Bond meeting room was deathly silent; no one, including Wang Xia, dared to speak.

Total sales this quarter have declined significantly compared to the previous quarter, and Li Mengjiao has just finished venting her anger.

At that moment, she received a text message from Wang Peng and immediately typed back: No need, I'll have Wang Xia take me home.

She placed her phone on the table and stared directly at Wang Xia: "President Wang, is there anything you'd like to say?"

Her voice was clear and cold, and her tone was very pleasant, but it frightened everyone so much that they dared not breathe loudly. Li Mengjiao had a nickname: Female Tyrant.

Wang Xia forced a smile and explained, "Boss, Durex's recent offensive has been too aggressive, and two more domestic manufacturers have emerged, driving down prices significantly..."

“I don’t want to hear this nonsense.” Li Mengjiao waved her hand and held up three fingers. “I’m giving you three months. If you can’t bring sales back to last quarter’s level, you all… will give me your resignation letters.”

Upon hearing this, the air fell into a deathly silence once more. Wang Xia was terrified, and a cold sweat broke out on her back.

"Wang Xia, I entrusted the company to you because I trusted you. Is this how you repay me?" Li Mengjiao coldly questioned her.

"Don't worry, boss!" Wang Xia stood up, forcing herself to stay calm. "If I fail to complete the task, I'll be the first to resign."

"Okay, you haven't completely disappointed me yet." Li Mengjiao stood up, patted her on the shoulder, and turned to leave the conference room.

She took out her phone and called Wang Peng, but couldn't get through. She immediately sent a text message: "Brother, Wang Xia's work ability is a bit poor. I just scolded her."

A short while later, she received a reply from Wang Peng—"This is an internal matter for your company. I have no objection to you firing her. Wait for me at the company. I'll have tea with Baker and then come pick you up."

Li Mengjiao chuckled, quite pleased with her husband's attitude, and quickly replied: "My James Bond is facing a sales slump, can you help me think of a solution?"

When Wang Peng received the text message, he was already outside the Xinglan Hotel. He turned off the engine, parked the car, stared blankly at the message, and searched for a way out of the predicament.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him: vending machines.

Condoms are related to sex, and Chinese people are very reserved about sex. Many people are embarrassed to buy condoms in physical stores.

If vending machines were set up on the streets, customers could insert coins and make purchases independently, which would save a lot of awkward situations and also increase sales.

Thinking of this, he immediately edited a text message: "Mengjiao, you agree to invest in building a factory, on the condition that there are condom vending machines. Have Hu Yong take the lead and invite a meeting in the provincial capital to discuss setting up vending machines on the main streets of the entire provincial capital."

A moment later, Li Mengjiao replied: "Brother, you're so smart, I want to kiss you. I'm done with my meeting, can I call you?"

Wang Peng smiled slightly and dialed her number directly.

Li Mengjiao asked excitedly, "Brother Peng, are you talking about the vending machines on the streets of England?"

Wang Peng nodded: "That's right. But it's best to discuss this kind of project with the Brilliant District. With their support, things will be much easier."

"Hehe," Li Mengjiao said with a smile, "Brother, you're really smart. How come I couldn't have thought of such a great idea?"

"Alright, alright, stop flattering us," Wang Peng said. "Durex takes the high-end route and probably looks down on vending machines on the street. We can steal a lot of customers from them."

Li Mengjiao immediately retorted, "You've said too much. Durex is very arrogant. There aren't any Durex products in vending machines on the streets of England."

At this point, Li Mengjiao chuckled, "Brother, I have to go to a meeting again. You go have tea with Old Baker and come pick me up tonight."

Wang Peng said, "Okay! But don't overwork yourself, take good care of the baby in your belly."

The two chatted for a few more minutes, then Wang Peng hung up the phone, handed the car keys to the security guard, and went into the Xinglan Hotel.

He went back to his room and called the hotel owner, Feng Daliang: "Uncle, a friend from England wants to drink English tea. Can you find some authentic English tea?"

"Oh dear, this is really hard to find," Feng Daliang said. "Brother, wait a few minutes, I'll ask around for you right away."