Dong Shiheng put down his mobile phone and said with a smile, "Old Chen, you guys go to the distillery and find Old Liu."
"Little friend," he looked at Wang Peng, making a peace sign, "this is the second time I've helped you, understand?"
"Uncle Dong, once is enough, twice is too much, but not a third time." Wang Peng stood up and bowed. "Uncle Dong, I will remember this and repay you handsomely in the future."
“A generous reward? Haha…” Dong Shiheng burst into laughter.
A moment later, the laughter grew louder and louder, as if they had heard the biggest joke of the century.
At first, Chen Yinghao smiled and tried to keep up the smile, but soon his smile faded and his face showed only embarrassment.
Wang Peng watched him smile quietly, and it felt like a hare saying to an elephant, "I will repay you in the future."
"Alright, Old Chen, take him away." Dong Shiheng stopped laughing and directly gave him the order to leave.
Chen Yinghao hurriedly got up to say goodbye and left with Wang Peng.
The father and son came downstairs, and he said softly, "Xiao Peng, that's just his temper, don't mind it."
Wang Peng shook his head. "He has the right to look down on me, but..."
They drove in silence and soon arrived at Qinghe Winery. The father and son saw a person standing next to Santana from afar.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Zhou Yun, the sales director of the winery.
He saw Wang Peng through the windshield, and before the car had even come to a complete stop, he hurriedly went to the passenger side.
"Brother Wang, the boss told me to wait for you here," he said with a forced smile.
"Mr. Zhou, you're too kind." Wang Peng was secretly pleased; this guy was going to be in trouble today.
As a sales director, it's outrageous that he arbitrarily issues sales bans to clients without reporting to his boss beforehand.
At the same time, it will make others think that Qinghe is afraid of glory, causing his boss to lose face.
"Brother, it's all my fault for being confused for a moment. You smoke." Zhou Yun hurriedly handed over a pack of hard-pack cigarettes.
The cigarette pack was already open and very light. When Wang Peng opened it, he found that it didn't contain cigarettes, but several hundred-yuan bills.
"Excuse me, I don't smoke." Wang Peng handed the cigarette pack back to him. "Mr. Zhou, let's go see the boss."
“Brother…” Zhou Yun panicked immediately. “Brother, please put in a good word for me. We can talk things over.”
"No problem." Wang Peng smiled slightly.
"Thanks, brother. Let's have a drink tonight." Zhou Yun was overjoyed and hurriedly led Wang Peng into the factory.
A hint of pity flashed in Wang Peng's eyes. Adults have to be responsible for their own actions. What I want is not money, but your future.
Soon, he met his boss, Liu Qinghe, a middle-aged man in his fifties, in his boss's office.
His head was already bald, with only one stubborn strand of hair remaining.
"Hello Uncle Liu, I'm Wang Peng."
"Wow, you're younger than I thought."
Liu Qinghe patted Wang Peng on the shoulder and said with a smile, "You're so young and you dare to challenge Huang Ran. That's impressive."
"Uncle, I was overestimating myself," Wang Peng said hastily.
"Hmph, Huang Ran thinks too highly of himself." Liu Qinghe sneered. "Look around the entire provincial capital, wherever there is a retail store for cigarettes and alcohol, which one doesn't have my Qinghe liquor? So, Huang Ran has to be mindful of my feelings, not the other way around."
Zhou Yun broke out in a cold sweat; those words were meant for him.
He quickly lowered his head, hoping that Wang Peng could put in a good word for him and appease the boss's anger.
At that moment, Zhou Lingfa, the deputy sales director, knocked on the door. "Boss, you wanted to see me?"
"Hmm." Liu Qinghe put his arm around Wang Peng's shoulder and said with a smile, "Brother, you need a hundred cases of Yipianhong cigarettes and alcohol. Arrange it right away."
"Received!" Zhou Lingfa said with delight, "My boss, please wait a moment, I'll arrange it right away."
"Thank you." Wang Peng extended his hand to invite him to shake hands.
Zhou Yun felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. In such cold weather, a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead and the tip of his nose.
He hurriedly said, "Boss, I admit my mistake. I shouldn't have acted on my own. Boss Wang, I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
Liu Qinghe patted Wang Peng on the shoulder again, "Young man, what do you say?"
“Uncle, this is your company’s internal affair; I’m just an outsider,” Wang Peng said with a smile.
Zhou Yun's head buzzed, and he thought to himself, "It's over."
"Uncle, thank you again. I'll take my leave now."
"Go ahead and get busy. Call me if you need anything in the future."
The two shook hands again, and Wang Peng left the office.
Liu Qinghe's gaze was cold as he stared at Zhou Yun's scalp. "You've disappointed me greatly. Put your resignation letter on my desk before noon tomorrow. Go."
Zhou Yun was on the verge of tears. He returned to the sales department office in a daze and suddenly slapped himself hard across the face.
If God gave him another chance, he would definitely report to his boss first.
Wang Peng and Chen Yinghao parted ways at the gate. Chen Yinghao drove away in his Jetta, while Wang Peng sat in the car, deep in thought.
The Qinghe Winery issue has been resolved; the more difficult part is figuring out how to deal with other beverage suppliers.
Liu Qinghe isn't afraid of Huang Ran, but they are; dealing with them would definitely be more difficult.
Suddenly, he heard a horn, turned his head and saw a small truck parked next to him, loaded with alcohol.
"Boss Wang, I'm delivering your goods." Zhou Lingfa waved from the passenger seat.
"Mr. Zhou, could you come with me to the Hongqi Hotel first? Mr. Zhang wants fifty cases," Wang Peng said with a smile.
“No problem, you lead the way, I’ll follow your car,” Zhou Lingfa said hurriedly.
Wang Peng drove ahead to lead the way, and they soon arrived at the Hongqi Hotel.
"Goodness!" Zhang Hongqi looked at the truckload of liquor and said softly, "Brother, you've made up with Huang Ran?"
"Oh?" Wang Peng laughed. "Brother, you don't think I can only get the goods from Qinghe by admitting defeat to him, do you? You can't be, can you?"
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