Little did he know that Dong Shiheng was testing his technical skills, as well as his execution and obedience.

It was around that time that contracting the steel rolling mill was put on the agenda.

“Xiao Peng, it was thanks to your advice that your uncle was able to grit his teeth and persevere back then.”

"If it weren't for you, if he had resigned back then, he would have regretted it to the core."

Liu Yili said.

“Auntie, that’s not the right word to use. You can’t say it like that.” Wang Peng was very happy.

The Chen family only has one son, Chen Qingshu. The more money Chen Yinghao earns, the better his life will be if he marries Chen Qingshu's cousin.

This is a win-win situation.

"You wait here, I'll go home and get you something," Chen Yinghao said with a smile. "I bought you a gift, and I'm just about to mail it to you."

"No!" Wang Peng refused outright. "Uncle, you're slapping me in the face. It's only right for relatives to help each other."

"Xiao Peng, don't be so quick to refuse. It's nothing valuable." Chen Yinghao said, then turned and left.

Wang Peng couldn't stop him.

"Xiaopeng, don't go anywhere, I'll make you some pork rib soup."

Liu Yili also left in a hurry.

The two walked one after the other, leaving Wang Peng both amused and exasperated. He could only wait at home.

The house has been renovated.

The walls were repainted, the windows were cleaned spotlessly, and a lot of new furniture was added.

The kitchen also has a gas stove and other cooking utensils.

Looking at the sofa in the living room, they are all genuine leather, and the furniture is all solid wood.

It is clear that the elderly couple valued their son and daughter-in-law's marriage very much.

Wang Peng was very happy. He went to the kitchen to wash his face and waited for the gifts and pork rib soup.