Wang Peng shook his head: "Don't let him make international calls. Wang Cheng won't trust him completely; he'll definitely be monitoring him."

"I understand," Du Lei said. "I'll have him write down what he wants to say, and then have Mengjiao relay it to him?"

“Sure,” Wang Peng nodded. “If he wants to transfer money to his brother, I’ll arrange for someone to do it for him. What’s his brother’s name?”

After thinking for a moment, Du Lei replied, "It should be called Zhuang Jun, the 'Jun' in 'handsome'."

"Okay, Brother Lei, go and arrange the promotional activities," Wang Peng said.

Du Lei got up and left Wang Peng's office. Wang Peng took out his phone and called Li Mingzhu, who was in England.

"Honey, you finally called me! What have you been busy with these past few days?" Li Mingzhu's voice came through the phone, tinged with joy.

"I've been dealing with a lot lately, let me tell you all about it." Wang Peng laughed and began to recount his experiences over the past few days.

He started by talking about attracting investment, then moved on to Li Guifen's Alzheimer's disease, the opening of cotton and linen factory warehouses, and so on, saying whatever came to mind.

Li Mingzhu listened carefully and couldn't help but sigh softly: "Husband, don't be too sad. I think Li Guifen is doing just fine."

"At least, she won't have any worries anymore. She can eat well, drink well, rest well, and live out the rest of her life peacefully," Li Mingzhu added.

“That’s what I think too. But the doctor told me that her dementia might be due to excessive fright, and I suspect it’s related to Wang Cheng,” Wang Peng said.

“Oh, I understand,” Li Mingzhu said. “I will contact the psychiatrists here and try to get them to come to China to diagnose her.”

"Okay, thank you for your hard work," Wang Peng said with a smile.

His wife was still as understanding as ever, and always thought of him in every way.

"Honey, is Mengjiao's matter settled? When is she coming back?" Li Mingzhu sighed and continued, "Bu Hui thinks about her every day. She even cried yesterday."

Upon hearing this, Wang Peng frowned immediately, then said, "Once things are done here, I'll try to get her back as soon as possible. How are your wife and son?"

Li Mingzhu said, "That's great. He's with Uncle Longfei and Sister-in-law Xu Rong every day, and he's very happy every day."

Wang Peng finally felt relieved. The two chatted for a long time, then Wang Peng said goodbye to his wife and called Li Mengjiao.

He told him about his daughter Wang Buhui's situation over the phone.

After listening, Li Mengjiao sighed softly, "Brother, I'll go back tomorrow. Let's go buy tickets."

Wang Peng nodded: "The main problem is that it's very dangerous here. Wang Cheng is like a time bomb, or even a lunatic. I'm afraid he'll go crazy."

"Brother, I can't bear to part with you, I... I want to be with you," Li Meng said softly.

Hearing this, Wang Peng felt a pang of sadness: "Mengjiao, I will deal with Wang Cheng as soon as possible and reunite with you over there."

The two poured their hearts out to each other on the phone and talked for a long time before reluctantly hanging up.

Wang Peng immediately drove to his third sister Wang Xia's house and took her to the airport to buy tickets for a flight at nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

The next morning at eight o'clock, Wang Peng took her to the provincial capital's international airport to see Li Mengjiao off at the airport.

Over the next two days, Brothers Supermarket ran a massive advertising campaign throughout the provincial capital, promoting its promotional activities.

In a residential compound in the provincial capital, a group of middle-aged and elderly people sat together chatting.

"Sister Zhao, have you heard? Brother Supermarket Store No. 5 is having a promotion tomorrow, all items are 10% off."

"What does '10% off' mean? Does it mean something that normally costs ten yuan will only cost nine yuan tomorrow?"

"That's right, that's what I meant. Sister Zhao, are you going to join the fun at store number five tomorrow?"

"Of course I'm going. Let's go together and try to buy as much stuff as possible."

...

After several days of advertising, this kind of discussion was everywhere in the provincial capital.

The day before the promotion, Wang Peng and Hu Mingyue were watching TV on the sofa in the Warm Garden residential community.

Suddenly, a news report appeared on the provincial television station: Good news! Dear citizens, to commemorate the 10th anniversary of Huihuang Supermarket, our company has decided to give back to our new and old customers by holding a 10% discount promotion tomorrow. All items will be 10% off…

"Haha." The TV commercials continued, but Hu Mingyue laughed until her stomach hurt.

"Hmph, Wang Cheng has really figured it out. This promotional event was prepared for him." Wang Peng said casually.

"My brother's plan is still the best. He's bleeding out big bucks while offering discounts and promotions," Hu Mingyue said with a smile, clinging to Wang Peng's arm.

Wang Peng shook his head: "Don't be too happy yet. They may have already guessed our intentions."

“Very likely.” Hu Mingyue nodded and continued, “But we don’t need to be afraid of him. Even if we fight a real battle, I’m confident we won’t fail.”

The next morning at seven o'clock, Wang Peng and Hu Mingyue finished breakfast and drove to plot number five.

Passing by the magnificent No. 5 store, I saw that the square outside the gate was full of people, a dark mass of heads.

Wang Peng's heart sank, and he shook his head slightly: "It seems that Huihuang Supermarket has a strong mass base here. This battle will not be easy to win."

Hu Mingyue nodded: "They've been operating here for ten years, they're already deeply entrenched. Brother, this can't be rushed."

"No rush." ​​Wang Peng waved his hand. "We'll cut the meat with a dull knife, one piece at a time."

With that, he started the car and headed to Brother No. 5 Store, about a mile away. He had only gone half a mile when he encountered a traffic jam.

"I'll go down and take a look." Hu Mingyue opened the door and got out of the car to inquire about the situation.

A few minutes later, she ran back excitedly, opened the door and got into the car: "Brother, great news! Our store is packed with people, even more than Huihuang's."

Wang Peng scratched his head and asked, "You mean, the traffic congestion here is our fault?"

Hu Mingyue chuckled and nodded: "It's because of us. You didn't see it, there were huge crowds outside our shop."

"Then I'll have to see. You're driving here." Wang Peng turned off the engine, parked the car, got out, and walked towards the crowd of people in front.

Hu Mingyue immediately got into the driver's seat and slowly drove the car forward little by little.

Wang Peng walked into the crowd and was also taken aback. There were so many people; it was practically an ocean of people.

At that moment, Director Zhang De of the Huihuangqi Branch called. Wang Peng answered the phone and said with a smile, "Director Zhang, hello."

"I'm not feeling well, and you've pulled this stunt on me, how can I possibly be feeling better?" Zhang De sighed on the phone. "Boss Wang, please don't do any more promotions in the future, I'm begging you, okay?"

Hearing the strong resentment, Wang Peng couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Uncle De, this is a legitimate business activity of mine, you can't possibly forbid it, can you?"

"It's not that I'm forbidding it, but your event is going too far. If something goes wrong, I can't afford to take the blame," Zhang De sighed again.