"Yes, sir, I'll arrange it right away."
Ma Yonghong hung up the phone and said with a smile, "Brother Peng, I have something to do today. I'll drink with you another day."
"I'll treat you another day." Wang Peng stood up, hoisted the box of sanitary napkins onto his shoulder, and left humming a little tune.
Ma Yonghong squinted as he continued reading the provincial capital's business newspaper, as if nothing had happened.
Ma Guoqing smiled wryly, feeling that his father had suddenly aged ten years, like a deflated balloon.
There's nothing we can do. Now it's Yonghong begging Wang Peng to sell the wine, not the other way around.
"Father, are you alright?" he said softly.
“I’m fine.” Ma Yonghong shook his head, staring intently at the clock on the wall.
After a long silence, he said in a deep voice, "Try not to offend someone like Wang Peng in the future."
"Huh?" Ma Guoqing was dumbfounded. This was admitting defeat.
He could understand his father's compromise, but he couldn't understand his father's surrender.
"Guoqing, you don't understand! A boss who gives half of his profits to his workers is no match for anyone."
"Unless other bosses are willing to give up more profits, it is impossible for them to compete with Wang Peng."
"Just wait and see. In the near future, he will wipe out all the so-called top ten sects, including Brilliant and Yonghong."
"To exchange genuine products for genuine sincerity, to offer fair prices and high-quality goods, sounds simple, but how many people can actually do it?"
"National Day, this is the real reason why the ten major sects besieged Wang Peng."
After finishing his speech in one breath, Ma Yonghong sighed, closed his eyes, and lay back in the chair.
Ma Guoqing broke out in a cold sweat and said urgently, "Dad, since Wang Peng will kill us in the future, why not take advantage of his immaturity and nip him in the bud?"
"Shake your mother's head!" Ma Yonghong cursed directly.
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