After Zhang Tieying and the others left, the courtyard became quiet again.
Du Dayang was on the phone in the main room, while Hu Mingyue and Du Dandan were talking in the bedroom.
Normally, if Hu Mingyue says ten things, Du Dandan will at most reply with "Mm".
Wang Peng couldn't bear to watch this any longer, so he went back to the courtyard and sat under the old locust tree to drink tea.
A few minutes later, Hu Dayang came out of the main room and handed over his phone: "Li San wants to say a few words to you."
Wang Peng answered the phone: "Brother Du, this is Wang Peng."
Du Lisan said, "Zhang Tieying's son, Zhang Huantao, has returned to Lang County and just called me. He is on his way to my uncle's house."
Wang Peng scratched his head, puzzled, and asked, "You want me to meet him?"
Du Lisan replied, "Yes, although I don't think it's necessary, he still wants to apologize to you."
"Okay, I'll wait for him at your house." Wang Peng asked, "Can our sister's illness be cured?"
“I’ve been to all the major mental hospitals in the country, but it’s no use.” Du Lisan sighed, his tone full of helplessness.
“I’m planning to go to England in two months. Shall we go and get a check-up at a Western hospital?” Wang Peng said.
There was silence on the phone, but Du Lisan's breathing could be heard, and Wang Peng guessed he was considering it.
After about half a minute, he said, "I really don't have time. What about you?"
Now it was Wang Peng's turn to fall silent. Treating depression is not something that can be done overnight, and he couldn't stay in England for long either.
Unless... Li Mengjiao is willing to help.
"Peng, I know about your relationship with Boss Li Mengjiao, and I also know that Mingyue listens to you. Is that alright?" Du Lisan asked softly, trying to negotiate.
Wang Peng understood his meaning; he wanted Li Mengjiao to arrange for Du Dandan to receive treatment and for Hu Mingyue to accompany her during the treatment.
“This is a complicated matter,” Wang Peng said. “Mengjiao is my person, I can trouble her, but Mingyue…”
“Peng, I’ll increase my investment to one million, and you’ll also contribute one million. We’ll each own half of the shares,” Du Lisan said in a deep voice.
Wang Peng was stunned for a moment, and had to admire Du Lisan's boldness. He had doubled his original investment of 500,000 yuan.
"Brother Du, just how much are you worth? Ten million definitely won't empty your pockets."
“It’s not that exaggerated,” Du Lisan said. “Nine million would have emptied my pockets.”
"Wow!" Wang Peng had to admit he was impressed and gave him a thumbs up over the phone.
He is also a businessman who has been struggling in the business world for many years, from Brothers Tobacco and Liquor Store to Brothers Supermarket, making a steady profit all the way.
Compared to Du Lisan, he is like a small fry compared to a big fish.
Du Lisan smiled and said, "I've just been in business a few years longer than you and caught the wave of the times."
Wang Peng chuckled softly, "Once I get back to the provincial capital, we can talk about the investment and the trip to England for medical treatment..."
Du Lisan immediately said, "I wholeheartedly agree. Now it's up to you."
"Okay, I'll call Mengjiao." Wang Peng chatted with him for a few more minutes, then casually hung up the phone.
He arrived at the Du family's gate and told Hu Qing and the bodyguards to go back to the hotel to rest first, while Mingyue was still chatting with Dandan.
The two best friends rarely get to see each other, and Du Dandan is suffering from a serious illness, so Hu Mingyue naturally wants to spend more time chatting with her.
Wang Peng watched the Alto car leave, then strolled slowly through the village until he reached a spot outside the village with good signal.
He dialed Li Mengjiao's number.
The last time they contacted each other was five days ago. The moment he dialed the number, he missed her.
"I am Mengjiao. Are you Buhui's father?" Li Mengjiao's voice came from the phone.
Wang Peng chuckled: "That's a really awkward thing to say. You're even more mischievous than you were five days ago."
"Hmph!" Li Mengjiao sneered, "Some people don't keep their word. They kept saying they'd come and keep me company, but what happened?"
Wang Peng scratched his head awkwardly, feeling a surge of comfort as he listened to the girl's coquettish tone on the phone.
It's worth noting that Li Mengjiao is a multi-millionaire businesswoman, and James Bond's sales are hundreds of thousands more than Brother Supermarket's.
Li Mengjiao asked softly, "Brother, when will Sister Mingzhu give birth?"
Wang Peng was taken aback, then quickly replied, "Around the 15th of next month, after she finishes her postpartum confinement, we'll come to see you."
"Brother, do you know what the Chinese character for 'good' is made of?" Li Mengjiao chuckled and then hummed twice.
Wang Peng instantly understood: "woman" and "son" together are good; she already has a daughter and wants a son.
“Sister Mingzhu has a son, so I must have one too.” Li Mengjiao’s voice suddenly became serious.
"Is this even a competition?" Wang Peng was a little confused. "This task is a bit difficult. Why don't you come find me? Bring your daughter with you?"
“Okay! My flight arrives at the airport at 5:30 pm the day after tomorrow. Come pick me up,” Li Mengjiao said.
Wang Peng froze on the spot, scratched his head and said, "Ah Zhen, are you serious?"
"Who is Ah Zhen?" Li Mengjiao sneered. "Besides Hu Qing, how many other women do you have?"
"That's all. Ah Zhen is... the one who fell in love with Ah Qiang." Wang Peng didn't know how to explain, so he could only ramble on.
Li Mengjiao said, "I went back this time mainly to handle work matters, so it's inconvenient for me to bring my daughter."
Then, Wang Peng heard the sound of a piano over the phone.
“Our daughter is learning piano. She’s waiting for you to come back and wants to play Beethoven for you,” Li Mengjiao said. “Would you like to hear it?”
"I want to hear it!" Wang Peng smiled like a proud father. "Let's have a few words, you and I?"
"Let's talk about tomorrow. We can chat with her together tomorrow," Li Mengjiao said. "Brother, I have something to do, so I'll hang up now."
“Okay! I’ll pick you up at the airport the day after tomorrow,” Wang Peng said hurriedly.
After hanging up the phone, he couldn't stop smiling. Thinking about it carefully, it had been almost half a year since he last saw her.
"The bigger the business, the less control you have over it." Wang Peng put his phone in his pocket and looked at the woods at the end of the country road.
A motorcycle emerged from the woods, and then he heard the hum of a motorcycle.
As the motorcycle approached, Wang Peng frowned slightly. The driver was a young man, and the passenger was none other than Zhang Tieying.
The motorcycle stopped next to Wang Peng, and the young man said, "Brother, you're Boss Wang Peng, right?"
Wang Peng nodded. "Are you the Zhang Huantao's younger brother that Brother Du mentioned?"
"Yes." Zhang Huantao hurriedly told Zhang Tieying to get out of the car, and then he also hurriedly got out of the car.
He smiled ingratiatingly and said, "Brother Peng, it was my mother's fault for hitting and killing the dog."
"It's all in the past, let's not talk about it anymore." Seeing Zhang Tieying's embarrassment, Wang Peng quickly waved his hand.
“Brother Huantao, if you’re here to apologize, there’s really no need for that,” Wang Peng added.
Zhang Huantao hurriedly untied the snakeskin bag from the back of the car. "Brother Peng, I'll skin that dog and give you some dog meat to try."
"Huh?" Wang Peng was both amused and exasperated. He quickly waved his hand and said, "Take it away. I've never eaten dog meat before, and I don't plan to try it."
"Brother Peng, don't be so polite with me." Zhang Huantao put the bag of meat on the ground, got on his motorcycle, and drove off with his mother.
Wang Peng looked at the bag of dog meat on the ground and couldn't help but scratch his head.
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