Wang Peng followed Wang Simei out of the classroom and down to the teaching building.
"Xiaopeng, where's your car?" Wang Simei asked.
"My wife drove it away," Wang Peng said. "Professor, what can I do for you?"
"We'll talk about it later." Wang Simei, carrying her books, led him to a secluded spot.
"Xiaopeng, do you know about the poverty alleviation program for students?" he asked.
Wang Peng nodded. The program was jointly organized by the provincial capital and the school, aiming to help students from impoverished families. It seemed to provide a subsidy of about 200 yuan per month.
“Let’s talk about that batch of reception and research first. I’ve decided to give you a profit of two hundred yuan,” Wang Simei said with a smile. “Think about it.”
Wang Peng was a little confused. Last time he was given a profit of 500 yuan, but this time he was given a reduction of 300 yuan. Was this a joke?
Just as I was about to say a few words about fried rice, something suddenly occurred to me, and I immediately frowned.
"Hehe, you really are a smart person."
Wang Simei patted Wang Peng on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Go back and write an application form for a support plan."
This transaction has gone awry; it's now turned into him arranging a scholarship for Wang Peng and receiving 200 yuan a month for nothing.
Then Wang Peng prepared zero-profit cigarettes and alcohol for him, so that everyone could benefit.
"Teacher Wang, how can you look down on people?"
Wang Peng sneered, "I drive a car and run a tobacco and liquor store, and you dare to call me a poor student? How much are you worth?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Simei was stunned, wondering if Wang Peng had lost his mind.
That's two hundred yuan a month for nothing, and so many people would kill for it.
Wang Simei said with a stern face, "Wang Peng, how did you become so rich if you can't even understand such a simple hint?"
"Teacher, I suggest you give the assistance program to those who really need help."
Wang Peng shook his head, "I don't want this kind of money that comes from a guilty conscience."
“Teacher Wang, I can offer you discounted cigarettes and alcohol, but I won’t do it if the profit is less than three thousand yuan.”
After saying that, he turned and left.
Wang Simei watched his retreating figure quietly until it disappeared from sight.
After a long while, he gave a smile that was more like a grimace, "Fool, so there really are fools like this in this world."
He shook his head, turned and walked into the office building, returning to his office.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
"The door isn't locked, please come in." Wang Simei sat up straight.
The door opened, and Dong Shishi walked into the office.
"Hello Principal Wang, I am Dong Shishi from the Fine Arts class of the School of Arts. I applied for the school's support program some time ago."
Dong Shishi was a little reserved and said, "Principal, I would like to ask why it was returned."
"I'm busy lately, you can go back and wait for news." Wang Simei picked up the newspaper on the table.
"Okay, okay." Dong Shishi's heart sank to the bottom, and she felt a wave of frustration.
As she turned to leave, she suddenly looked back.
"Principal, could I please take two months off? My mother is sick, and I want to work to earn money for her medical expenses."
Wang Simei was taken aback and put down her newspaper. "What kind of work do you want? You don't have any skills. How much money can you earn in two months?"
“Principal, you have a student named Wang Peng, the one who drives a Santana to school.”
“He also runs a tobacco and liquor store. I made an agreement with his girlfriend that he would give me 300 yuan for working half a day each day.”
“If I go to work all day, he will give me six hundred yuan.”
In the end, Dong Shishi's eyes were full of pleading.
"Three hundred for a half-day shift, six hundred for a full-day shift, are you kidding me?"
Wang Simei didn't believe it. "Is Wang Peng some kind of saint? How could he possibly pay you such a high salary?"
“It’s true, you can go ask him,” Dong Shishi replied hastily.
Wang Simei frowned again. This kind of thing is easy to find out; the possibility of lying is unlikely.
The air grew quiet as he stared at the newspaper, lost in thought.
After a long pause, he looked up and said, "You don't need to ask for leave. Just work half a day. Write another copy of your aid application form and send it to my office tomorrow."
"Huh?" Dong Shishi was completely dumbfounded.
"What? Go quickly." Wang Simei said with a smile, "Your situation is very special, and the school has decided to hold another meeting to discuss it."
"Thank you, Principal. Thank you, Principal."
Dong Shishi bowed deeply, entered the office, and ran towards the classroom.
The official statement that another meeting would be held to discuss the matter indicated that the school would approve her scholarship, which was practically a done deal.
The monthly allowance is 200 yuan, plus a salary of 300 yuan.
The key is not to interfere with studies.
She was getting happier and happier when she suddenly bumped into someone. "Ouch!"
"Dong Shishi? Can't you watch where you're going?" Wang Peng supported her arm and rubbed his chest where he had been bumped.
"Brother Peng, I'm sorry, haha."
Dong Shishi couldn't help but laugh out loud, "I just went to see Principal Wang, and he agreed to provide me with assistance funds."
"Oh?" Wang Peng became interested. "Did that old bastard have a change of heart? Tell me what happened."
Dong Shishi nodded and immediately recounted what had happened.
“Brother Peng, he didn’t want to talk to me at first, but when I said I would work for you, he suddenly agreed.”
Dong Shishi gave a thumbs up and flattered him, "Brother Peng, he's just giving you face."
"Stop flattering me, I don't have that kind of influence," Wang Peng laughed. "You'd better get your application form ready."
"Okay." Dong Shishi left in a hurry.
Wang Peng scratched his head, not understanding what that old bastard was up to.
However, this is a good thing. Dong Shishi is indeed quite poor, and this aid money has not been wasted.
Wang Peng returned to his dormitory, where only Dong Lin was present.
"Sixth Brother, my dad's free this afternoon, shall we go find him now?" Dong Lin said.
"Come on, let's settle this quickly so we can have some peace and quiet." Wang Peng immediately led him downstairs.
The two brothers walked to the art academy, where Wang Peng found Li Mingzhu and drove away from the school.
First, take Li Mingzhu and Dong Shishi to the tobacco and liquor store, then drive to Dongjia Liquor World.
This liquor store is located in the liquor wholesale market and is the largest shop in the market. It is decorated very luxuriously.
Wang Peng pointed out Dong Lin's father, Dong Zheng, and Dong Lin's mother, Peng Juan.
He was around fifty years old, with a receding hairline, a beer belly, and smoking a cigar.
Peng Juan is somewhat unattractive, with a body like a bucket and a very fat face.
Upstairs in the bedroom, Dong Zheng took out ten yuan and said, "Dong Lin, go buy me a pack of Jinye cigarettes."
Dong Lin took the money and left without saying a word the whole time.
"Xiao Peng, why aren't you selling me any wine?"
Dong Zheng said, "You and Xiao Lin are roommates, you should support my business, right?"
"Uncle, your business is too high-end. I haven't bought a single bottle of thatch since I opened," Wang Peng said with a smile.
The people who buy wine at his shop are all wage earners who can't afford to buy a bottle of Maotai that costs 200 yuan. Dong Zheng only makes Maotai.
"Haha, why are you making thatch again this time? Did you receive a big order?" Dong Zheng asked.
“You guessed right, this order isn’t huge, but it’s not small either,” Wang Peng replied.
At this moment, Dong Zheng put down his cigar, his expression changing. "So, why should I give you a discount of two hundred yuan?"
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