Ping'an Township Police Station.

"Old Lin, I've had Old Wang pay the fine, so please release him." Wang Hai said with a forced smile.

He was the village party secretary of Wangcun, and was invited by Wang Song and deputy village head Wang Huai to the police station to resolve Li Guifen's dispute.

Deputy Director Lin Dong smiled wryly, "Secretary Wang, the detention order has been signed and is in effect. The person must be detained, and the fine must be paid."

"Director Lin, this woman is just being unreasonable, let's not take it to heart," Wang Song said with a fawning smile.

Lin Dong shook his head. "If you had kept an eye on her back then, things wouldn't have gotten to this point."

Li Guifen threw a tantrum at Wang Peng's house, and Wang Song's attitude was to indulge her. Of course, he wouldn't stop his wife from causing trouble over money.

"Director Lin, I was wrong back then. Please give me another chance. I won't do it again." Wang Song bowed and scraped.

"There's no point in saying all this now," Lin Dong scoffed. "Old Wang, you'd better pay the fine quickly."

The two sides argued for another half hour, but no progress was made, and the detention warrant had already been signed and was in effect.

When Wang Song paid the 300 yuan fine, his heart was bleeding. His family had long been broke, and he had borrowed the money from Wang Huai.

Just then, Li Guixi arrived at the police station on his bicycle, and the two met in the police station's courtyard.

"Has Guifen's matter been resolved?" Li Guixi asked Wang Song.

"Hmph!" Wang Song walked out of the police station with his head held high, completely ignoring his brother-in-law.

Li Guixi was not happy.

He walked up to Wang Huai and asked, "Brother Huai, Da Peng wants to build three rooms, about 70 or 80 square meters. How much will it cost?"

"Oh?" Party Secretary Wang Hai laughed. "Wang Peng just bought a yard a few days ago, and now he has money to build a house?"

"Da Peng is becoming more and more promising." Wang Huai was also very happy.

The three left the police station and discussed the specifications of the house outside the gate.

The final design was a standard house, 10 meters long, 7 meters wide, and 3.5 meters high.

With a budget of 8,000 yuan, this is all that can be built.

Twenty construction workers completed the work within five days, with a total cost of eight hundred yuan.

“Gui Xi, I can forgo my wages, since I’m Da Peng’s uncle, but the workers’ wages cannot be reduced,” Wang Huai said.

“Your brother and sister-in-law and I don’t want any wages either. This is all we can do to help the child, right?” Li Guixi said.

Wang Huai nodded and smiled, "I'm free these few days, let's go buy building materials and try to start construction the day after tomorrow."

The two set off immediately, riding their bicycles to the brickyard to buy bricks.

Wang Song watched their retreating figures, his teeth clenched in hatred.

"Brother Song," Wang Hai patted him on the shoulder, "Dapeng is doing well now. Why don't you go find him, apologize, and mend your relationship?"

"Hmph!" Wang Song raised his voice, "I'm the father, he's the son, what kind of logic is it for a father to apologize to his son?"

Wang Hai waved his hand, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Brother Song, you're getting senile."

“Dapeng’s house is about to be demolished, and the government will compensate him with a house and tens of thousands of yuan.”

"If you had treated Dapeng better back then, things wouldn't have turned out like this. Wouldn't it have been better if he gave you a few hundred yuan of pocket money every month?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Song blushed and his neck thickened, squeezing out the words through clenched teeth.

“That unfilial son is heartless and cruel. Even if he has mountains of gold and silver, he wouldn’t give me even a single steamed bun.”

"Look at what he did, calling the police to arrest his own mother. Is that something a human being should do?"

“If he had any humanity left, he wouldn’t have just stood by and watched his own mother get arrested by the police.”

Wang Song became more and more excited as he spoke.

Party Secretary Wang Hai smiled slightly and stopped talking about the topic.

She thought to herself, "It wasn't Wang Peng who called the police. It was an outsider who called the police because of what you two were doing."

You treated Wang Peng like a slave, bullying him to death—you deserved it! If it were me, I wouldn't be filial either.

...

No. 1 Middle School.

During the break between classes, Wang Peng called Xue Dongshan over.

"Senior, this is Xue Dongshan. I sold my fried rice business to his father. You can order directly from him."

“Peng, I thought your business was doing quite well, why did you suddenly sell it?” the ponytail immediately asked with a smile.

"Rice prices keep rising, and I can't bear to raise prices for you; it's not profitable," Wang Peng said.

The short-haired senior gave Xue Dongshan a dollar. "My name is Du Lina. I'll deliver lunch to Class 3-5 at noon."

Xue Dongshan nodded hurriedly and picked up his pen to record her order in the ledger.

After the two girls left, Xue Dongshan whispered, "Brother Peng, do you think my memory is correct?"

Wang Peng took the ledger from him, glanced at it briefly, and said, "It's fine. You can keep accounts according to your own habits. You don't need to follow my example."

Xue Dongshan smiled, took the ledger, and returned to his seat.

At this moment, Li Mengjiao handed over a book: The Complete Collection of Classic English Exercises in Haidian District.

“The questions here are all very good; take some time to do them,” she said.

Wang Peng was both amused and exasperated.

Every day, in addition to completing the homework assigned by the teacher and the workbooks issued by the school, students also have to complete the assignments given by Li Mengjiao.

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to!" Li Mengjiao reached out and snatched the exercise book away.

“Go ahead and do it. I didn’t say I wouldn’t.” Wang Peng took back the workbook and started copying down the practice questions.

The text above is marked with many red triangles; these are the key questions that Li Mengjiao specifically highlighted.

Du Lei nudged his arm and quietly handed him a note.

It read, "How much did you sell your food truck for? Will you continue doing business?"

"Just say what you want to say, why pass notes?" Wang Peng said. "I'm definitely going to do business, I can't just sit around and do nothing."

Du Lei chuckled and took out a letter. "I heard you're going to mail a letter at noon. Can I come with you?"

"You have pen pals too?" Wang Peng snatched the envelope away.

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