The simplest and most heartfelt expressions of gratitude are often the most touching.
Wang Peng posted Ma Yingying's thank-you painting in the most prominent place in the living room, next to a sunflower painted by his wife.
“Honey, I didn’t understand before, but now I do. You should give half of the profits to the workers.”
"You are implementing the highest directive: let those who get rich first help those who get rich later. Give your employees high salaries, and they will get rich with you."
"My husband is of such high moral character and has a loving heart. I definitely made the right choice, hehe."
Li Mingzhu gazed at him tenderly, her eyes filled with admiration.
Wang Peng chuckled softly and said gently, "You've misjudged me. I'm not that noble."
In his past life, he was a beast of burden, a slave to the government, and he deeply understood the bitterness of it all, hating those who treated him like a beast of burden.
He simply didn't want to live the kind of life he hated; it was that simple.
"Honey, what is your ultimate goal?" Li Mingzhu asked. "I suddenly really want to know."
Wang Peng's first thought was to lie down and wait until he had made enough money, then take his wife and children to travel the world and enjoy a wonderful life.
On second thought, such a life would be far too boring.
"I want to buy the second store first, open a small supermarket using the concept of a tobacco and liquor store, and then make it a national model supermarket."
"I will give at least half of the profits to my employees. If the business continues to thrive, my supermarket will become a school."
"Set an example for our competitors. I can still make money with this kind of business approach. You should all learn from me."
At this point, Wang Peng scratched his head, feeling that his ideas were those of an idealist.
Li Mingzhu smiled and said, "Although it's not very realistic, I will work hard with you."
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Wang Peng walked to the door, looked out through the peephole, and immediately frowned.
There was a woman standing outside the door. Although she was wearing sunglasses and a mask, Wang Peng still recognized her. She was Hu Qing, Huang Ran's wife.
"What's she doing here? Is she bringing me a thank-you note?"
"Who is it?" Li Mingzhu also peered through the peephole.
“Hu Qing, Huang Ran’s wife,” Wang Peng said.
Li Mingzhu opened the door and said with a smile, "Sister Hu, is that you?"
Hu Qing nodded, took off her sunglasses, revealing a bruise on her right eye, and quickly put the sunglasses back on.
Wang Peng invited her in and instructed his wife to prepare tea.
"Boss Wang, I'll lend you some money." Hu Qing opened her handbag and placed stacks of hundred-yuan bills on the coffee table.
There are twenty stacks in total, and judging from the thickness of each stack, it should be worth 200,000 yuan.
Li Mingzhu stared wide-eyed at the money. With this 200,000 yuan, she had the capital to compete for the second store.
But why did Hu Qing lend us money? Is there some kind of conspiracy involved?
Thinking of this, Li Mingzhu lost her appetite for making tea and sat down next to her husband, waiting for Hu Qing to speak.
Hu Qing said, "Give me an IOU, and I won't ask for a single penny of interest, as long as you pay me back within a year."
"Boss Wang, this is the secret stash of money my father left me. Huang Ran doesn't know about it, so you can use it without worry."
Wang Peng asked in confusion, "You're offering me money for free, without charging interest. Can I ask why?"
Hu Qing took off her sunglasses again, pointed to her panda eyes, and put them back on.
Wang Peng nodded, he guessed right, she wanted to use this method to get revenge on Huang Ran.
The most common way for a woman to get revenge on a man is to cheat on him with her, such as having an affair with Wang Cheng.
Secondly, he would help his man's mortal enemy without expecting anything in return. Family interests were all nonsense; venting his anger was the only thing that mattered.
For a moment, Wang Peng felt extremely sorry for Huang Ran.
His wife was having an affair with his driver, and he was also helping his nemesis for no reason. So what was the reason?
He glanced at his watch and smiled, "Sister Hu, I'll give you three minutes to think it over. Think it through carefully."
Hu Qing opened her handbag again, took out a document, signed her name with a pen, and then stamped her fingerprint with ink.
Finally, she placed the document in front of Wang Peng.
This is an IOU that specifies the time, place, amount, and repayment date of the debt, and emphasizes that there is no interest.
Once Wang Peng signs and affixes his fingerprint, the IOU will officially become effective, and he will finally receive the money for the house that has been troubling him for so long.
However, he did not act immediately, but instead looked down at his watch.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes are up.
He pointed to his watch, picked up a pen to sign the IOU, and then stamped it with his fingerprint.
Without saying a word, Hu Qing put the IOU into her bag and got up to leave Wang Peng's house.
"Sister Hu," Li Mingzhu said, "it's best not to keep this IOU at home; I suggest you deposit it in the bank."
If Huang Ran discovers the IOU, the consequences will be unimaginable; she could even be in mortal danger.
“Zhuzhu, sometimes I really envy you for having such a good husband.”
"There's no need to be envious. I can share it with you. That's just how generous I am."
Upon hearing this, Hu Qing's legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground.
"What the hell? Do you treat your husband like a gigolo?" Wang Peng cursed in front of the customer in anger.
He hurriedly explained, "Sister Hu, my wife is a bit eccentric, please don't take it to heart."
Hu Qing ran away as fast as she could, running all the way down to the first floor. She leaned against the wall and gasped for breath.
In her memory, Li Mingzhu was an elegant lady, but she never expected her to be a female tyrant who dared to say anything.
Suddenly, she began to fantasize about intimate contact with Wang Peng.
...
At Wang Peng's home, Wang Peng begins his "training his wife" mode.
"You brat, are you going crazy?"
"We're just the two of us behind closed doors. You can say whatever frivolous things you want. Why tell others?"
"If I were Hu Qing, I would definitely call you a female hooligan. If I really slept with her, wouldn't you be angry?"
His wife was still all smiles and nonchalant, like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, which gave Wang Peng a headache.
After a long silence, Li Mingzhu smiled and said, "If you sleep with any other woman besides Li Mengjiao, of course I'll be angry."
"Honey, I was just giving Hu Qing a false hope. She will help you even more in the future."
"If you want someone to work for you, you have to give them a utopian lie, a truthful lie."
Li Mingzhu became more and more excited as she spoke, her face filled with the satisfaction of scheming against others.
Wang Peng felt like crying.
In terms of cunning, he originally thought Li Mengjiao was invincible. So, who was this Li Mingzhu's subordinate?
...
In the university cafeteria, Dong Lin, Zhao Long, and three of Wang Peng's roommates are handing out flyers to students eating.
In a corner of the cafeteria, Han Jianguo, a second-year computer science student, was eating two cents' worth of mung bean sprouts while looking at the flyer given to him by Dong Lin.
After reading it from beginning to end, I realized it was a call for students to donate money to Wang Peng.
The provincial university has finally produced a prominent student entrepreneur, who is currently being maliciously besieged by ten major sects.
Han Jianguo shook his head. "Peng, I really admire you, but I can't donate money to you. My sister got excellent results on the college entrance exam, but we still don't have money for her tuition. I'm sorry."
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