Wang Peng did not beat Liu Qiang.

This kid was the first person to buy a ballpoint pen; I'm so grateful, how could I possibly beat him up?

Business for Class 1 has temporarily ceased.

Wang Peng returned to his seat, took out the money from his pocket, and counted his earnings.

They received it one or two pieces at a time, totaling sixty yuan.

Some customers only buy pens, while others buy pens and refills together; there are about thirty customers in total.

Of the fifty students in total, more than half made the purchase, demonstrating the high school students' strong ability to accept new things.

Two yuan suddenly appeared on the desk.

Du Lei laughed and said, "You make a living this way, I won't take your pen for nothing."

"Brother Lei, do you treat me like an outsider?" Wang Peng glared.

"What are you saying? We're not even family." Du Lei said with a grin.

Chen Xiaojing chuckled and gave Wang Peng two yuan, saying, "Brother Peng, here you go."

"A favor is a horse, but a deal doesn't come with a needle." Li Mengjiao also took out two yuan, got up to pack her schoolbag, and said, "Let's go home."

This means that I can give you a horse if we're friends, but I won't give you a needle if we're doing business.

The pens that Wang Peng gave to the three of them eventually turned into money.

This left him both amused and exasperated.

"Brother Peng, come home with us." Chen Xiaojing pointed to his watch. "It's already ten o'clock at night."

"Let's go home." Wang Peng immediately packed his schoolbag.

In the past, the two of them would always go home right after evening self-study.

Now that Wang Peng is protecting her, she has also chosen to study until 10 p.m. before going home, and she has also started studying diligently.

The three of them went downstairs and each rode their bicycles away from the school.

Leaving the main road in front of the school, we came to the small road leading to Xiaowangzhuang. Because there were no streetlights, it was pitch black.

“Brother Peng, without you, Mengjiao and I wouldn’t dare to walk on such a dark road,” Chen Xiaojing said.

Wang Peng said, "I suggest you live on campus. It's really not safe for girls to walk alone at night."

"I wouldn't live there. The dorm stinks, and a bunch of women are always scheming against each other there," Chen Xiaojing scoffed.

"Oh? Tell me more about the intrigue and backstabbing."

Wang Peng became interested. "I've been staying in the dorm these past few days, and my roommates are quite harmonious."

In his past life, he had slept in many dormitories, and they were alright; there weren't many troublemakers.

“Boys and girls are different.” Chen Xiaojing shook her head. “I’m home, you guys can go now.”

The three arrived at the Chen family's gate, and Chen Xiaojing knocked on the door and called out to his mother.

Wang Peng and Li Mengjiao continued on their way until she entered her home.

Only the two of them remained on the dark path.

There is a cemetery at the entrance of Xiaowangzhuang Village.

As they passed the cemetery, Li Mengjiao asked, "Wang Peng, how much money did you make today?"

Her voice trembled slightly.

Wang Peng laughed and said, "Are you afraid of graves? Afraid of ghosts?"

"Don't say it!" Li Mengjiao almost broke down.

"Alright, alright, I'm not trying to scare you." Wang Peng laughed. "I probably made about thirty yuan today."

"That's alright," Li Mengjiao immediately chimed in. "This is a long-term business. Once other people run out of pen refills, they'll come back to you to buy more."

Wang Peng nodded. That's true; stationery is a consumable.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Li Mengjiao was afraid of the darkness.

“We’ve already passed that graveyard,” Wang Peng said with a smile. “Don’t be afraid, with me here, no demons or monsters will dare to come out.”

Li Mengjiao said, "When I was little, my grandma always told me ghost stories, which scared me so much that I developed a psychological trauma."

“You’re scaring yourself,” Wang Peng said. “I think you should stay at school, or have Uncle Li pick you up.”

At this moment, the bicycle arrived outside the Li family's gate.

"Don't leave yet, wait until I'm inside before you go," Li Mengjiao said softly. "Okay?"

"Oh my, you're such a coward," Wang Peng couldn't help but complain.

Li Mengjiao opened the door and pushed her bicycle home.

The commotion at the gate alerted Li Mengjiao's parents.

Li Longfei walked to the door and said with a smile, "Xiao Peng, thank you for your hard work."

"It's no trouble at all." Wang Peng waved his hand. "Goodbye Uncle Li, goodbye Mengjiao."

Wang Peng returned home.

"Who is it?" Li Guixi crawled out of the shack and shone his flashlight on Wang Peng's face.

“It’s me,” Wang Peng said.

"Why are you back?" Li Guixi turned off the flashlight. "I'll be fine here. You can stay at school without worry."

"Second Uncle, I'm not comfortable leaving the goods in the dormitory." Wang Peng patted his backpack.

My backpack was full of ballpoint pens and refills, which was not safe to leave in the classroom or dormitory.

At that moment, the door to the east room opened.

Li Fang said, "Pengdi, go back quickly. I'll deliver the goods to you tomorrow."

"Okay." Wang Peng handed her the backpack and rode his bicycle back to school.

There was only one bedroom in the east room and only one shack in the yard, so he had to go back to the school dormitory.

When I got near the school, I saw a mutton soup restaurant that was open.

Glug...

Wang Peng rubbed his stomach, locked his bicycle outside the shop, and stepped into the restaurant.

"Boss, a bowl of mutton soup, with an extra three yuan's worth of mutton," he said.

"Hey, wanna have some wine?" the goatee-bearded boss asked with a smile.

"I'm not drinking anymore." Wang Peng turned his head and saw Chen Qingshu sitting in the corner.

In front of him were a plate of peanuts, a plate of fennel and green beans, and a half-empty bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor).

The master and apprentice looked at each other, and Chen Qingshu felt a little awkward.

This is an attempt to drown one's sorrows in alcohol.

"Boss, I'd like two bowls of mutton soup, but don't make them now. Also, bring me a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor)," Wang Peng said.

"Okay!" The shopkeeper turned around and picked up a bottle of Niulanshan Erguotou from the counter.

Wang Peng sat opposite Chen Qingshu and said, "Old Chen, I'll have a couple of drinks with you."

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