The two cars returned to the provincial capital, and Wang Peng first took his wife home.
There is a trophy display case in the living room, which was specially designed by Li Mingzhu.
She opened the display case, put the first trophy inside, and grinned foolishly at it, saying, "Honey, I'll slowly fill this place with trophies."
"That's ambitious!" Wang Peng gave her a thumbs up. "Keep it up, beautiful lady. I'm going to check out the supermarket now."
"Give me a kiss before you go." Li Mingzhu stood on tiptoe to kiss him, and said with a smile, "You must watch the replay of the game with me at ten o'clock tomorrow night."
"Okay, I'll go to the supermarket to take care of something important." Wang Peng ruffled her hair.
“What important things could Du Lei possibly have?” Li Mingzhu said. “Even the smallest thing is a big deal to him.”
Wang Peng nodded. Du Lei did indeed like to make a fuss and couldn't keep things to himself.
He changed his clothes, went downstairs, started his car, and left the cozy community.
The apartment building across the street belongs to Wang Cheng.
Li Guifen watched Wang Peng drive away, "You heartless ingrate! If you had even half of Wang Cheng's filial piety, I'd be laughing in my sleep."
"Say less," Wang Song said, drawing the curtains. "Let's find some time to visit Mingzhu; after all, she's our daughter-in-law."
"Pah! You're not allowed to go!" Li Guifen said. "Are you out of your mind? You want to make up with that ingrate?"
Wang Song pointed to the plastic basin filled with hot water and said, "My brain isn't waterlogged, but if you don't turn off the tap, your sleeves will get wet."
The basin was already full of hot water, so Li Guifen hurriedly turned off the tap.
Wang Song looked at the plastic basin and asked doubtfully, "Didn't Wang Peng tell you that this kind of plastic basin is of poor quality and can't be used to hold hot water?"
“His words are like farts; I don’t believe a single punctuation mark he uses,” Li Guifen sneered.
Thinking of the pile of things Wang Peng had given away to strangers, she felt a pang of heartache. "Why didn't he give all those things to his parents?"
Wang Song had a headache and said helplessly, "Those things are all fake. Giving them to you would only harm you."
"Pah!" Li Guifen said, "If you think Wang Peng is good, then go live with him. I'll live with Xiao Cheng."
Upon hearing this, Wang Song immediately shut up; any further discussion would only lead to an argument.
Wang Cheng and Hu Qing lived upstairs. He didn't want to argue with Li Guifen or cause trouble for Wang Cheng.
"Hmph!" Li Guifen said like a victorious rooster, "How can such a good plastic basin not be used to hold hot water?"
She picked up the plastic basin filled with hot water and said, "If you believe everything Wang Peng says, you'll be fooled to death sooner or later."
Bang!
Li Guifen jumped up and yelled at the top of her lungs, "Ouch, ouch, ouch..."
The plastic basin cracked in the middle, and hot water at seventy or eighty degrees Celsius poured onto her legs, scalding her so much that she screamed.
Wang Song snapped out of his daze, hurriedly went to the bathroom to get a towel, helped Li Guifen sit on the sofa, and quickly wiped her body with hot water.
"Oh my god, it's burning me, it's burning me..." Li Guifen gritted her teeth in pain.
Wang Song dried her off the hot water, brought her a basin of cold water for a cold compress, and looked at her scalded skin, he couldn't help but sigh.
“Wang Peng warned you long ago that these two plastic basins are fake and that you shouldn’t use them to hold hot water.”
"You just wouldn't listen, you just wouldn't believe him, but now you do, right?"
"Luckily, the hot water was only 70 degrees Celsius. If it had been over 90 degrees, would you still have your legs?"
"These plastic basins are of such poor quality. Anyone who sells these basins won't last long."
After finishing his sentence in one breath, Wang Song let out another long sigh.
Now I finally understand why Wang Peng gave away counterfeit and substandard products for free.
"I'm burning up like this, and you're still making sarcastic remarks?" Li Guifen snapped.
"Why are you getting so worked up with me?" Wang Song said. "I remember there's another basin. Let's throw it away. We don't need this kind of basin."
"It hurts so much!" Li Guifen cried out in pain. "Go quickly and buy me some burn ointment, hurry up!"
Wang Song went to the kitchen, took another defective plastic basin downstairs, and walked to the large trash can.
He touched the plastic lump at the bottom of the basin and cursed, "This piece of junk is not worth taking even if it's free."
At that moment, a car stopped downstairs.
Wang Cheng rolled down the car window. "Dad, what are you doing with that basin?"
Wang Song said, "This pot is of very poor quality. One of them just broke, and the hot water burned your mother's leg. I'm throwing it away."
Wang Cheng shook his head. "It's a shame to throw it away. Give me the basin, and I'll give it to the homeless in the park."
"Okay." Wang Song handed the plastic basin to Wang Cheng and asked, "Do you have something to do at home?"
"Hu Qing wanted to eat oranges earlier, so I'll buy her a few," Wang Cheng said. "Dad, I'll go to the store and get you a bowl."
"No need, we have plenty of pots at home," Wang Song hurriedly shook his head.
The father and son chatted for a few minutes, then Wang Cheng carried the oranges upstairs while Wang Song went to the pharmacy to buy burn ointment.
The plastic basins cost two yuan each, and he planned to buy them at Huihuang, not wanting his son to give them away for free.
My son isn't a successful boss, and if giving away a plastic basin for free upsets Hu Qing, it would be a huge loss.
When I got on the bus, something just felt off.
Suddenly, he felt a pang of pain in his heart.
He just said that Li Guifen was scalded by hot water, but Wang Cheng didn't care about his mother's burns at all from beginning to end.
Any normal person would immediately ask, "Is my mom seriously injured? Shall we take her to the hospital to get her injury checked?"
Wang Cheng only cared about giving Hu Qing oranges and plastic basins to the homeless in the park, and didn't care about his own mother at all.
"Unfilial?" Wang Song felt a knife twist in his heart, gritting his teeth to hold back his tears.
The bus was too crowded, and he was too old to let others see him cry.
...
Wang Peng arrived at Brothers Supermarket and parked his car in front of the supermarket.
The supermarket's facade is already renovated. It's a four-story building with the entire exterior covered in blue glass.
The glass is adorned with two large titanium characters, XD, which are the initials of Brother Supermarket's Chinese pinyin and also its logo.
The main door was closed, with a U-lock on the inside. When Dong Shishi saw the boss arrive, she hurriedly opened the glass door.
"Brother Peng, I heard that your wife won the national championship. She must be very happy."
"Yes, I'm quite happy." Wang Peng looked at the dazzling array of goods and asked, "Are all the goods ready?"
“Everything is ready. Brother Guoming told me that the 300,000 yuan you gave me isn’t enough,” Dong Shishi said.
Wang Peng nodded. The supermarket was a money-devouring behemoth.
Individual small items may not be expensive, but when you add up thousands of small items, they become expensive.
"Brother Lei said there's something important I need to decide. What is it?" Wang Peng asked.
"Our principal wants twenty interns to work at Brothers, but Lei doesn't dare to make the decision," Dong Shishi whispered.
"Why wouldn't we dare to make a decision? If it's possible, we'll take it." Wang Peng welcomed the senior students to intern at "Brothers".
"No, you absolutely can't accept it!" Dong Shishi said urgently. "Brother Peng, if you take an intern, it will ruin your reputation."
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