The large conference room is on the fourth floor of Brothers Supermarket.
The ten brilliant interns looked worried and cautious, fearing that Wang Peng would not help them get justice.
Wang Peng chuckled, "Seniors, the public security, procuratorate, and courts are all open, and labor arbitration isn't on holiday either, so why are you looking for me?"
The ten interns looked at each other, and finally their eyes fell on Han Jianguo.
It was Han Qianjianguo who suggested that everyone ask Wang Peng for help.
Han Jianguo gritted his teeth and said, "We went to the labor arbitration office, and they told us to wait for news. We went to the Minsheng Dabangmeng office, and they told us to wait for news. A month has passed, and we haven't heard anything back."
“We went to the police station to report the case, but they said it was an economic dispute and told us to go to court.”
"We're not going to the court, Brother Peng. You're a good person, please help us."
Han Jianguo finished speaking in one breath, then couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Everyone looked at Wang Peng with pleading eyes.
"Aren't there thirty interns? What are the other twenty doing?" Wang Peng asked.
“They don’t dare offend the school. Some don’t join us, while others outwardly comply but inwardly defy us,” Han Jianguo said.
“Alright, twenty scabs who don’t even consider themselves human, but…” Wang Peng asked Han Jianguo, “Why do you think I’ll help you?”
The air suddenly became quiet.
No one dared to look at Wang Peng's face; everyone was more nervous than the last.
If Wang Peng doesn't help, they plan to suffer in silence and won't go to court; they'll just accept their loss.
The crowd was at a loss for words and looked once again at their leader, Han Jianguo.
Han Jianguo felt another chill run down his spine, but he forced himself to say, "Because, because you have always stood on the side of the working people."
"Wrong, I'm not a proletarian now, I'm a capitalist now, haha." Wang Peng laughed.
Upon hearing this, everyone laughed along.
Which capitalist would be willing to give half of their profits to the workers?
Han Jianguo said urgently, "Brother Peng, I believe you will never betray the working people. You came from the proletariat step by step."
“My sister told me your story. You started by selling watermelons. You have experienced hardship and can better understand the suffering of working people.”
"Even if you become the world's richest person in the future, you will not betray the working people..."
"Alright," Wang Peng interrupted him, smiling as he said, "I'm just an ordinary person, not that high and mighty."
His smile made the atmosphere much more harmonious, and everyone felt relieved.
Wang Peng first called lawyer Zhong Tiezhu, and then called his uncle Li Keyong.
An hour later, Zhong Tiezhu arrived.
After listening to Wang Peng explain the whole story, he agreed to take on the case.
In his view, Wang Peng was not taking care of the students, but rather trying to cause trouble for Huihuang Supermarket and damage its reputation.
If a supermarket loses its reputation, its business will decline, and it will eventually have to close down.
This is killing two birds with one stone: both Zhou Shun and Huihuang.
After listening attentively to the students' accounts, Zhong Tiezhu took out paper and pen and handed them over, teaching them how to write their testimonies.
"President Wang Peng, the key is to get the contract signed between Huihuang and Zhou Shun and determine the monthly salary that Huihuang will pay to each student."
"Then compare the monthly salary Zhou Shun paid to his students. If there is a discrepancy that reaches a certain amount, Zhou Shun will be guilty of illegally appropriating public or private property."
"Therefore, the key is the original contract between Huihuang and Zhou Shun."
After finishing his explanation, Zhong Tiezhu handed Wang Peng a cigarette.
"Thank you, I don't smoke," Wang Peng said. "What other evidence do you need? Just tell me."
“I don’t need any other evidence right now, I just need their labor contracts,” Zhong Tiezhu said.
“Okay, I’ll think of something,” Wang Peng said.
Only Zhou Shun and Huihuang have this contract. Hu Qing might hand it over, but the price would probably be having his babies.
The thought of having a baby made him want to curse Hu Qing for being brain-dead; sometimes he really couldn't understand women's thought processes.
At this moment, Li Keyong arrived, and Wang Peng introduced him to the lawyer.
After listening, Li Keyong nodded and said, "You take good care of the supermarket and Mingzhu. I'll handle this matter. Don't worry about it."
Wang Peng wanted to leave the professional matters to the professional lawyers and police, and he also wanted some peace and quiet, so he went back to his office to take care of his wife.
The next morning, he drove his wife to her company and then drove his little Alto to the airport.
Passing by a flower shop, Wang Peng went in and said, "Boss, I'd like to buy ninety-nine roses and nine sunflowers."
"Sunflowers?" The female shop owner was a little confused. "Brother, who do you want to give the sunflowers to?"
"This is for my two-year-old daughter," Wang Peng said. "I hope her life will always be full of sunshine, and that even when she encounters difficulties, she can firmly move towards the light."
The female shop owner was a little confused, but smiled and said, "Actually, giving roses to my daughter is fine too. We don't have sunflowers here."
“My daughter likes sunflowers,” Wang Peng said. “Tell me where I can find sunflowers, and I’ll buy your roses.”
In order to sell ninety-nine roses, the female boss immediately called her competitors. She made more than a dozen calls, but none of them had sunflowers.
She scratched her head. “There’s a village called Peijia Village about 50 miles to the west. People there grow sunflowers. My uncle, Pei Laosan, is from Pei Village.”
"Thank you." Wang Peng bought ninety-nine roses from her and immediately drove to Peijia Village.
I traveled a hundred miles round trip and bought nine sunflowers.
Arriving at the provincial capital's national airport, I waited for my loved one and daughter, holding two bouquets of flowers.
Holding a rose in his left hand and a sunflower in his right, he looked out of place, attracting the attention of many.
Wang Peng ignored their gazes, his mind preoccupied only with his two-year-old daughter.
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