The female reporter asked the old lady, "Ma'am, what do you want us to do to help you by inviting our program team here?"
The old man said, "I would like to express my gratitude to Mr. Wang Peng through the media."
“Yesterday I called my son, and he immediately went to the bank to transfer money to me. He said, regardless of whether the boss allows us to pay compensation or not, we must pay compensation,”
"Children need to know that they must take responsibility for their mistakes. They must be punished for their mistakes."
“If you don’t learn from your mistakes, you’ll do the same thing again in the future. That’s more serious than losing two hundred dollars.”
Upon hearing this, Wang Peng gave the old lady's son a thumbs up.
For a child's parents to say something like that, they must be very reasonable; not many people understand this principle.
The elderly man took out some money and handed it to the saleswoman, Yang Mengmeng, saying, "Young lady, my son said that if we don't compensate you, the boss might deduct your wages..."
"Impossible." Yang Mengmeng hurriedly waved her hand. "Auntie, our boss is a man of his word. He always keeps his promises."
The two sides began to pull at each other.
Yang Mengmeng repeatedly stated that she dared not accept compensation from clients without the boss's permission.
The beautiful reporter suggested calling the boss, but Yang Mengmeng quickly waved her hand again.
“No way. The first rule of Brother Supermarket’s work rules is that you can’t call the boss if he’s not in the company.”
Yang Mengmeng said urgently, "Even if the company is burned down, you can't call him, otherwise you'll be fired."
Upon hearing this, the reporter was dumbfounded. What kind of eccentric boss would set up such a bizarre rule?
Wang Peng scratched his head. He explained that opening a supermarket was about getting by and paying employees high wages so they could solve problems, not pass them on to the boss.
The beautiful host summarized her remarks in front of the camera, concluding the interview.
The scene shifts, and the Brothers Supermarket is gone, replaced by dilapidated residential buildings.
Wang Peng immediately recognized the middle-aged man in the picture as Han Mingwei from Ping'an County.
When his daughter Han Ling'er was admitted to a university in the provincial capital, she was worried because she couldn't afford the tuition. Wang Peng drove to Ping'an County to deliver the tuition to her.
Li Mingzhu's work "Hope" was created against this backdrop, and won the national championship of the Qi Baishi Cup.
On television, Han Mingwei cried as he spoke to the camera.
“My son is also studying at a university in the provincial capital. My wife heard that the salary at Brother’s tobacco and liquor store is high, so she wants to work there for a month and use the high salary to pay for our daughter’s tuition.”
"The owner of the brother store told her to go home and wait for news, but who knew..."
"Who knew that before my wife even came back, Boss Wang Peng drove all the way from the provincial capital to my house and brought me the tuition fees..."
As he spoke, he cried in front of the camera, a genuine outpouring of emotion.
Wang Peng was somewhat apprehensive. If it were just the old lady being interviewed, it might not have anything to do with Li Mengjiao, but Han Mingwei appeared on camera...
He turned to look at his wife and found that she was also looking at him with a half-smile.
Wang Peng scratched his head. "Wife, why are you looking at me like that?"
"Hehe," Li Mingzhu said with a smile, "Your little lover really loves you. He's in England, but he's always watching over you."
"Hey, hehe." Wang Peng said awkwardly, "Mengjiao is a major shareholder of Brothers Supermarket. It's perfectly reasonable for her to hire the media to promote the supermarket, isn't it?"
“That’s true,” Li Mingzhu said. “I’m not as good as her in this respect; I couldn’t think of using this method to advertise for my brother.”
These words carried a strong hint of bitterness, and Wang Peng carefully considered how to appease his wife.
“Wife, Mengjiao is a businesswoman. She always puts profit first and lacks human touch.”
"You are an artist, and it's good that you approach things from an emotional perspective."
"Our donation of tuition fees to Han Mingwei is both touching and painful for him."
"Being unable to pay for a child's tuition is equated with parental incompetence. Who wants to expose their incompetence in the media? Isn't this just reopening old wounds?"
"Honey, even if you came up with this idea, you wouldn't reopen old wounds. That's your humanity, and I really appreciate it."
After Wang Peng finished speaking in one breath, he quickly gave his wife a thumbs up.
"Hehe, my husband understands me best." Li Mingzhu patted his shoulder. "Businessmen value profit over parting, but I have more human touch than she does."
“That’s definitely more than him,” Wang Peng said with a smile. “The reason I married you is because you have more human touch.”
"My husband is so good." Li Mingzhu kissed him, then suddenly yawned, "I'm so sleepy, I want to go to sleep."
Wang Peng helped her to the bedroom, took off his wife's shoes and socks, and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for her to fall asleep.
After a long while, Li Mingzhu finally fell asleep.
Wang Peng scratched his head and realized his hair was soaked; he had been genuinely scared.
It's not that I'm afraid of my wife, but I'm afraid that if she's in a bad mood, it will affect the baby in her womb.
"This is really killing me, having too many girlfriends is really a bad thing," Wang Peng thought to himself.
He tiptoed out of the bedroom to wash his hair in the bathroom. His phone rang, but he couldn't answer it while washing his hair.
He spent ten minutes washing his hair, during which he received four phone calls, and answered the fifth one.
"Wang Peng, why aren't you answering the phone?" Li Mengjiao's voice came from the other end of the line.
"I was washing my hair just now, and I was afraid the water would damage my phone," Wang Peng said.
“I’ll buy you a new phone if it breaks. I’m not short of money,” Li Mengjiao said.
Wang Peng was somewhat melancholy; this had effectively killed the conversation.
"Jiaojiao, are you in a bad mood?"
"No, my brother's supermarket is doing very well. Who said I'm in a bad mood?"
"You're right. With the media advertising you arranged, business will definitely be better in the future."
Wang Peng increasingly felt that having too many girlfriends was just a hassle.
Li Mengjiao said, "I rashly arranged for the media to interview Han Mingwei, and deliberately showed off his scars for publicity. You must think I have no human touch."
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