Wang Peng's home in the warm and welcoming residential community.
The living room lights were on, and Li Mingzhu lay in Wang Peng's arms, watching a replay of the Qi Baishi Cup competition.
"I looked so silly during the competition, oh my, I can't bear to look!" Li Mingzhu buried her face in her husband's chest.
"Haha, I think it's quite cute." Wang Peng suppressed a laugh. "Don't be shy, get up and watch TV."
After much coaxing, Li Mingzhu finally sat up, covered her eyes with her hands, and watched TV through her fingers.
Gradually, she became more confident on television, and even when facing judges and opponents, she could remain calm.
"See that? That's the look of a champion," Wang Peng said.
"Hehe." Li Mingzhu gained confidence and watched TV openly.
Gradually, Li Mingzhu became immersed in the program, and when the final match between her and Tian Sheng was broadcast, she was even more excited than the audience.
When she defeated Tian Sheng, she excitedly raised her arms and shouted, "Long live! I'm so lucky!"
Wang Peng was amused by his wife, and he was very happy to see her gesturing and dancing.
At the end of the program, the segments featuring Wang Peng on stage and Tian Sheng apologizing were all cut.
"Honey, is joining the art association important to you?" Wang Peng asked.
“Of course it’s important. It means finding an organization and having more connections and resources,” Li Mingzhu said.
Wang Peng nodded. Since joining the association would benefit his wife's dream of becoming a painter, he would help her join.
Just then, his phone rang. He suspected it was Li Mengjiao calling and prepared to hang up.
Li Mingzhu snatched the phone, answered the call, and held it to her ear, "Hello."
"..."
"Hello, Sister Hu Qing. You've heard about my victory too?"
"..."
"My husband is still awake. I'll give him the phone."
Li Mingzhu handed over the phone and said softly, "It's Hu Qing on the phone."
Wang Peng put the phone to his ear. "This is Wang Peng. Please speak."
“Brother Peng, I’ve already made arrangements; Mingzhu won’t be joining the Artists Association,” Hu Qing said.
"Are you always so idle?" Wang Peng sneered. "Don't you understand the principle of not incurring the wrath of one's family?"
"The premise of 'not harming family members' is that the benefits should not extend to family members. Mr. Wang, don't try to preach to me." Hu Qing said impatiently.
"Hu Qing, I advise you to stop now and not provoke me," Wang Peng said in a deep voice.
"I don't want to anger you, I just want you, Wang Peng, you can't escape." Hu Qing hung up the phone directly.
Wang Peng frowned as he looked at his phone, then immediately fell into deep thought.
Only the chairman can organize his wife to join the association. Could it be that Chairman Zhou Ming is Hu Qing's contact?
When he thought of Zhou Ming, he also thought of Zhou Shun; the two names seemed to be related.
"Honey, what did Hu Qing say to you?" Li Mingzhu asked with a smile.
“She wants me to divorce you and marry her. If I don’t agree, she’ll prevent you from joining the Artists Association,” Wang Peng said.
"Oh dear, you should say yes! Joining the association is more important than your husband," Li Mingzhu said eagerly.
Wang Peng was so angry he laughed. He simply hoisted her onto his shoulder and threw her onto the bed amidst her screams.
Call Li Keyong via landline.
"Uncle, are you asleep?"
"You're still awake? Calling so late, is it urgent?"
"Uncle, please help me find out the relationship between Principal Zhou Shun and Zhou Ming of the Artists Association, and the relationship between Zhou Ming and Hu Qing."
Li Keyong immediately took out a pen and quickly wrote down their names.
"Xiao Peng, what happened?"
“Mingzhu may encounter setbacks in joining the association, as some people want to obstruct her.”
"Hehe, I know. Wait for my call."
After the father and son ended the call, Wang Peng began to consider how to deal with Principal Zhou.
"Brother," Li Mingzhu snuggled against her husband, "I was just joking, don't be angry."
“I’m not angry. You’d better keep talking about divorce. If I ever take it seriously, you’ll know what cruelty is,” Wang Peng said.
"I was just kidding," Li Mingzhu hurriedly swore. "I promise I will never mention the word 'divorce' again, not in this lifetime."
Wang Peng shook his head, then frowned, trying to guess who was behind this.
Hu Qing is likely the mastermind, Zhou Shun is probably an accomplice, and Zhou Ming is the executor.
"Honey, I won't do it again, please don't be angry." Li Mingzhu kept apologizing, feeling that the joke had gone too far.
"Alright, alright, this won't happen again," Wang Peng said.
A dozen minutes later, Li Keyong called to say that Zhou Shun and Zhou Ming were cousins and shared the same grandparents.
“I called Zhou Shun and warned him to watch his step,” Li Keyong said.
“No need for that. Let’s put him under pressure and charge him with illegal embezzlement to get him in there to work on the sewing machine,” Wang Peng said.
"Illegal appropriation? What did he illegally appropriate?" Li Keyong immediately asked.
Wang Peng then told him about the twenty interns.
Zhou Shun organized internships for graduates and misappropriated their internship wages, which should constitute the crime of illegal appropriation.
After a long silence, Li Keyong said, "Pick me up tomorrow, and we'll go to the Painters Association together. I'll handle Zhou Shun's matter."
The next morning at ten o'clock, Wang Peng went to the police family compound to pick up his uncle, passing by the entrance of Brothers Supermarket on the way.
"Honey, the supermarket is opening soon, are you really going to just sit back and do nothing?" Li Mingzhu asked.
“They care more than I do, they’re more afraid the supermarket will go out of business than I am, don’t worry,” Wang Peng said with a slight smile.
“Hehe, I understand,” Li Mingzhu said. “If a company offered me a high salary of 1,500 yuan, I would be more afraid of the company going bankrupt than the boss.”
“That makes sense.” Wang Peng nodded.
Du Lei and others will do their best to make the supermarket a success in order to earn high wages.
The boss should delegate authority, travel to other places every day, and make money while lying down – that's the way to live.
They traveled in silence until they reached the police family compound, where they took Li Keyong to the provincial artists' association.
Upon arriving at the president's office, I met the president, Zhou Ming.
The man was in his fifties, slightly overweight, with slicked-back hair and wearing a sharp suit.
"Hello, President Zhou. This is my husband, Wang Peng, and this is my brother-in-law, Li Keyong," Li Mingzhu introduced.
Zhou Ming shook hands with Li Keyong and felt his upright aura. For some reason, he felt a chill run down his spine.
When I shook hands with Wang Peng, I felt that he was a smiling tiger.
Wang Peng's smile is like a gentle breeze, but the sharpness in his eyes cannot be suppressed, giving people a feeling of being ruthless and ambitious.
If he had a choice, he would rather offend Li Keyong than be enemies with Wang Peng.
Zhou Mingdao said, "Comrade Li Mingzhu, I think you should accumulate experience for a few more years before applying to join the association."
"The association members just had a meeting and also felt that you should gain more experience for a couple more years."
After Zhou Ming finished speaking, he gave a sincere smile.
Li Mingzhu's face immediately fell, and her nose stung with tears. This was a polite rejection of her membership application.
"President Zhou," Wang Peng said, "you mean to say that Mingzhu's painting skills are sufficient, but her qualifications are lacking?"
Li Keyong said in a deep voice, "Chairman Zhou, does painting also require seniority?"
"No, don't misunderstand." Zhou Ming waved his hand, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.
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