Xinglan Hotel, Hall 6.
Inside the room, there were more than a dozen tables set up for a banquet, where Gou Zhengyi was entertaining all the bosses who had participated in the bidding.
There were six people at each table, and he sat at Wang Peng's table.
Although he is the president of the court, he can still enjoy gossip regardless of his position.
"Honey, I want to eat sesame balls," Li Mingzhu said.
Wang Peng immediately stood up and reached out with his chopsticks to pick up the sesame balls from the plate.
Sesame balls are made by deep-frying glutinous rice flour dough, adding sesame seeds, and filling it with sesame paste and red bean paste.
“I’ll eat sesame balls too,” Li Mengjiao said.
Wang Peng felt a chill run down his spine. He took two chopsticks in each hand, stuck a sesame ball in each, and placed them in their bowls.
Gou Zhengyi, Ma Yonghong, and Ma Guoqing all wanted to laugh, but were too embarrassed to do so.
They weren't in the mood for vegetables; they were full from eating watermelon.
"Mr. Li, you and Brother Peng are old acquaintances, right?" Gou Zhengyi continued to watch the drama unfold.
Wang Peng said, "Dean Zhengyi, we were high school classmates and sat at the same desk for three years."
Gou Zhengyi nodded. "I admire President Li. It's simply outrageous for a woman to run a condom business."
"The key point is that Mr. Li not only did it, but also built James Bond into such a big company. He must have had to put in much more effort than the man."
"No one can match your courage, and I am ashamed of my own lack of boldness. Mr. Li, I would like to toast you. You can have someone else drink it for you."
After finishing his speech in one breath, Gou Zhengyi raised his wine glass, a small glass, filled to the brim with wine.
"Brother Zhengyi, you flatter me. I was just lucky." Li Mengjiao handed her wine glass to Wang Peng.
Wang Peng clinked glasses with Gou Zhengyi and drank the wine in one gulp.
Gou Zhengyi smiled slightly, took a small sip, and put down his wine glass with a chuckle.
Wang Peng refilled his glass and stared intently at Ma Guoqing across from him.
"Mr. Wang, would you like to have a drink with me?" Ma Guoqing raised his glass.
Wang Peng didn't speak, but kept staring at him with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
Ma Guoqing felt uneasy, wondering where he had offended Wang Peng.
He hasn't said a word since he took his seat.
Everyone stared at Wang Peng. After a moment, Gou Zhengyi smiled slightly and understood what Wang Peng meant.
Ma Guoqing felt a chill run down his spine from Gou Zhengyi's laughter, wondering what Wang Peng was up to.
"Haha," Ma Yonghong said with a laugh, "I have the complete One Piece manga, Mingzhu's One Piece, it's really well drawn."
"I heard someone offered 20,000 yuan for the copyright, but Mingzhu refused. That's the right thing to do. I think One Piece is worth at least 2 million."
"Mingzhu's work, 'The Light of Hope,' will soon win the provincial championship and participate in the Qi Baishi Cup National Finals."
"If this painting wins a national award, I will buy it for 20,000 yuan. When Mingzhu becomes a great painter, the painting will be worth 2 million yuan."
“Mingzhu, you’re a true heroine, I’d like to offer you a toast. You can have someone else drink it for you.”
After finishing his speech in one breath, Ma Yonghong, who was over seventy years old, raised his glass.
"Mr. Ma, you flatter me." Li Mingzhu smiled broadly and handed the wine glass to her husband.
Wang Peng downed his drink in one gulp, while Ma Yonghong took a small sip, smiled, and put down his glass.
Ma Guoqing broke out in a cold sweat. Director Gou had just praised Wang Peng's mistress, so someone had to step forward and praise Wang Peng's wife.
Only in this way can Wang Peng maintain harmony in his family.
The Ma family and Wang Peng are rivals, so they must know everything about Wang Peng. The Ma family father and son are aware of Li Mingzhu's every move.
However, Ma Guoqing did not understand Wang Peng's look, but fortunately his father helped him out of the predicament.
If his elderly father doesn't come to his rescue, Wang Peng will hate him and then look for an opportunity to get back at him.
He wasn't afraid of Wang Peng, but he didn't want Wang Peng to have his eye on him. The sword of Damocles hanging over his head was the most terrifying thing.
Ma Guoqing said eagerly, "Brother Peng, Mingzhu and her sister-in-law will definitely become internationally renowned painters in the future. I'd like to toast you."
"Thank you." Wang Peng clinked glasses with him and drank it all in one gulp.
Ma Guoqing finished the drink in his glass in one gulp, muttering to himself, "Damn it, people can be so wicked."
"Brother Peng, this time you don't need to raise investment to open the store?" Ma Yonghong asked.
"Yes." Wang Peng nodded.
"What a pity, I was thinking of investing in you," Ma Yonghong sighed softly.
Wang Peng only has 400,000 yuan, and plans to use all of it to buy the second store, and then attract investment to purchase goods.
Now that Li Mengjiao is giving him a second store, the money saved can be used to stock up on goods.
“Mr. Ma, if you’re not afraid, you can invest 100,000 yuan in me,” Wang Peng said.
"Oh?" Ma Yonghong said with a smile, "One hundred thousand is too little, I'll invest two hundred thousand for you."
"Don't invest that much, just invest 100,000 first," Wang Peng said with a smile.
He asked Ma Yonghong to invest not because he was short of money, but to thank him for helping him out of that predicament.
Gou Zhengyi said, "Brother Peng, there are still many goods in the second store. This is a secret that no one else knows."
Wang Peng raised his glass, "Brother Zhengyi, let me toast you again."
The two clinked glasses, and he drank it all in one gulp.
Gou Zhengyi smiled slightly. He was going to get drunk, but given his current situation, getting drunk was the best way to relieve his worries.
From then on, Wang Peng accepted everyone's invitation to drink, downing a glass of wine in one gulp no matter who asked him to.
Li Mingzhu and Li Mengjiao knew he wanted to get drunk, but they couldn't persuade him otherwise, so they could only sit obediently beside him, like two well-behaved secretaries.
The atmosphere gradually heated up, and the other people at the banquet also got into the spirit, toasting each other and drinking from large bowls.
"Old Huang, Wang Peng's supermarket is about to open. Think of a way to help him," Ma Ronghua said in a deep voice.
"Let him drive, then we'll team up again and take him down." Huang Ran sneered, raising his glass and downing it in one gulp.
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