After delivering a truckload of goods, Wang Peng felt a great sense of relief.

He drove to Xiao Wangzhuang's house, took out the money for the delivery from his waist bag, and checked the accounts against the ledger.

Total sales amounted to 950 yuan, the cost price of the goods was 650 yuan, and the profit was 300 yuan.

If we deduct the cost of fuel and toll fees, the net profit is around 250 yuan.

At this moment, the door to the main room opened from the inside, and Li Mengjiao walked out of the main room, opened the car door, and sat in the passenger seat.

"Young Miss, are you awake?" Wang Peng asked with a smile.

Li Mengjiao rolled her eyes at him. "Have you delivered all the goods? How much money did you make?"

"Two hundred and fifty yuan, even an idiot could count that." Wang Peng waved the money in his hand and casually stuffed it into his pocket.

"So much?" Li Mengjiao was taken aback and said, "It seems this business is really profitable, and you can really make a lot of money."

Wang Peng nodded, started the car, and drove Li Mengjiao home.

When they arrived at the Li family's house, the gate was half open, and Li Mengjiao got out of the car and went home.

Ten days later, Li Longfei returned and immediately went to find Wang Peng.

He handed the notebook to Wang Peng and said, "I've investigated the largest audio-visual market in the special economic zone. Take a look."

The notebook was filled with movie titles.

Li Longfei did indeed put in a lot of effort, categorizing them according to regions such as Europe and America, Hong Kong and Taiwan.

"Uncle Li, you've worked hard. Shall I take it home and study it?" Wang Peng asked.

“Okay.” Li Longfei nodded and said, “You choose fifty, and I’ll choose fifty, then we can discuss it further.”

"Fifty copies? How much does one of these videotapes cost?" Wang Peng asked hurriedly.

"One hundred yuan apiece." Li Longfei held up one finger and couldn't help but curse, "It's expensive, it's a bottomless pit."

Fifty videotapes cost five thousand yuan, which is outrageously expensive.

However, if played on a loop, it can play for up to six months.

“Uncle Li, this is our foundation. We still need to import new movies in the future,” he said.

"Well, let's not talk about that for now. Go and pick something out," Li Longfei said.

Wang Peng returned home with his notebook, turned on the bedroom light, and leaned over his desk to read movie titles.

"Peng-di, what's this?"

Wang Peng looked up and saw Li Fang and Chen Qingshu standing by the table.

"Sorry, you didn't hear me knocking." Li Fang smiled playfully.

Wang Peng scratched his head. "These are videotapes that Li Longfei recorded when he went to the special economic zone. We need to select fifty of them."

"Let me see." Chen Qingshu picked up the notebook.

"New Dragon Gate Inn, Once Upon a Time in China, The Deer and the Cauldron, King of Beggars".

"These are all martial arts movies, I've seen them all, they're very good."

Chen Qingshu turned to the second page and said, "Fight Back to School is fine too. Stephen Chow's movies are all good. Mr. Vampire by Lam Ching-ying is also good."

He rattled off more than a dozen movies in one go.

Wang Peng was a little confused and laughed, "You've been to video arcades quite a bit?"

Chen Qingshu's face suddenly turned red, and he said weakly, "I used to go to video arcades with my friends in the provincial capital a lot, so I saw a lot of martial arts movies?"

"You went to the video arcade to watch martial arts movies?" Wang Peng grinned mischievously.

Chen Qingshu was even more embarrassed, and forced himself to say, "Of course, what else can we watch if not martial arts movies?"

"Haha, those who know, know." Wang Peng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Most men go to video arcades to watch Japanese and Western pornographic films.

"Pengdi, what are you saying?" Li Fang couldn't understand.

"Nothing much, Sister Fang, I'm hungry." Wang Peng rubbed his stomach.

"I'll go cook. We're having pork stew with vermicelli today." Li Fang turned and went to the kitchen.

Wang Peng gave Chen Qingshu a stool, and the two brothers continued to study the film.

I nod in agreement with his criteria for selecting movies.

List everything you've seen in your past life, heard about online, or anything you have any recollection of.

For example, classic zombie movies, Stephen Chow's gunfight movies, Stephen Chow's comedy movies, and Jackie Chan's kung fu comedy movies.

Chen Qingshu, on the other hand, selected the movies he considered good based on his own viewing experience.

In the end, the two brothers selected more than sixty films.

Wang Peng further streamlined the series, reducing it to fifty titles.

"Brother Peng, when will your video arcade open?" Chen Qingshu asked.

"Judging from Uncle Li's words, he'll definitely open before the New Year, and make some money during the holiday," Wang Peng said.

"Add this one," Chen Qingshu said, pointing to a movie that Wang Peng had crossed out on the curated list.

The Battle of Taierzhuang is a 1986 anti-Japanese war film.

Wang Peng had certainly seen it; it was a very good movie about the National Revolutionary Army's resistance against Japan. However, people who went to video arcades didn't really like war movies.

"Pengdi, I have some inside information. After the final exams, No. 1 Middle School will be showing a movie on campus."

"The principal's intention was to show films about the War of Resistance against Japan to cultivate students' patriotism."

"The Battle of Taierzhuang is very good."

Chen Qingshu said.

Wang Peng shook his head. "Brother, a movie projector and a video recorder are not the same thing. We don't have a movie projector."

“No,” Chen Qingshu said. “Watching movies outside in winter is freezing cold. The principal’s idea is to play them in every classroom.”

"Is that so? Then we can try to get one." Wang Peng smiled.

A picture flashed through my mind.

He and Li Longfei carried the television and video recorder to various classrooms and watched movies happily with the students.

"Pengdi, this matter is funded by the school and spearheaded by the student council. Are you familiar with Zhou Xiayu?"

"It's alright, Zhou Xiayu is the president of the student council," Wang Peng said.

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