“Brother Wang Peng, Dong Biao is ignorant and his mother is inconsiderate. Don’t take it to heart.”
Dong Jiaqi took out two hundred yuan and said, "I am Dong Biao's father. This money is to compensate you for your losses. Take it."
"Mr. Dong, it seems you don't need to apologize to me." Wang Peng was even more confused.
If it were him, he wouldn't bow his head and apologize, much less give away the food truck and money for nothing.
Therefore, there must be something fishy going on here.
“Wang, we’ve come with sincerity. I promise Dong Biao will never dare to cause you any more trouble.”
"Li Longfei was lucky enough to avoid bird flu, all thanks to you, because you warned him in advance."
“He owes me more than 90,000 yuan for feed. I’m having a tough time lately and urgently need cash to repay my bank loan.”
Dong Jiaqi smiled politely and placed two hundred yuan on the food cart with both hands.
Wang Peng understood. It turned out that he wanted me to put in a good word for Mengjiao's father so that he could ask Mengjiao's father to return the money for the feed to him as soon as possible.
Sure enough, those who owe money are always the bosses.
“I don’t want this money,” Wang Peng said. “Mr. Dong, Dong Biao and I only had a minor conflict between classmates, there’s no need to make a big deal out of it. Besides, I don’t have that much influence with Lao Li.”
He didn't want to plead for Dong Jiaqi, and he didn't want to get involved in the Li family's affairs.
"Brother, please help me out." After saying that, Dong Jiaqi grabbed Kong Erying and left, abandoning the fried rice cart.
"Don't go, I really can't help you." Wang Peng took the money and chased after him.
The elderly couple ran very fast, and just then someone came to buy fried rice. Wang Peng looked back and saw that Dong Biao had also run away.
"Pengdi, take it." Li Fang looked at the Dong family's food cart. "With this cart, I can make fried rice for you."
"The Dong family is out of their minds," Wang Peng sneered. "I helped Li Longfei get through a crisis, but that doesn't mean he'll give me face. Do you think he'll pay me back just because I say so?"
"Why do you care about those things?" Li Fang hurriedly pulled the food cart over. "Why not take it if it's free? Who wouldn't want it for free?"
Just then, my second uncle and aunt returned from delivering takeout.
Wang Peng put the two hundred yuan in his pocket and went to the school to find Dong Biao, intending to make him take the money and the car.
...
When Dong Jiaqi and Kong Erying returned home, they saw a Santana parked at the door.
The car door opened, and Li Longfei, dressed in a suit and tie, got out, smiling at them.
"Old Li!" Dong Jiaqi rushed over, his face full of flattery. "Come in and have some tea."
"No need." Li Longfei opened the passenger side door and took out a plastic bag full of banknotes. "I'm here to pay off my debts. This is 93,000 yuan for feed."
The couple were both shocked.
Dong Jiaqi thought to himself, "Wang Peng has a lot of influence. I need to make sure Dong Biao doesn't offend Wang Peng."
...
School, teaching building.
Wang Peng couldn't find Dong Biao and didn't know where he had gone.
Back in the classroom, I sat in my seat and opened my chemistry textbook to preview the afternoon's lessons.
"Wang Peng, my dad asked me to thank you." Li Mengjiao handed him a red envelope from under the desk. "This is from my dad. He also asked you to come to my house for dinner tonight."
Wang Peng felt the thickness of the red envelope; it was at least 500 yuan.
"Don't mention it." Wang Peng returned the red envelope to her. "You tutored me, and I helped your family through a difficult time. This is just reciprocity."
“No, my dad insists I give you the money.” Li Mengjiao’s tone was firm. “He doesn’t want to owe anyone a favor.”
“I heard from Erzhu that your family owes a lot of money for feed. You can use this money to pay off your father’s debts,” Wang Peng politely declined.
Li Mengjiao placed the red envelope directly on Wang Peng's table, saying, "I'm just a mouthpiece; you go and tell my dad."
Her attitude was very firm, and she even seemed angry; she's a person with an eccentric temper.
Wang Peng stopped refusing, picked up the red bag and put it in his pocket, saying, "I'll accept the things, but there's no need for a meal."
I helped someone once, and if I accept money, I won't eat; if I eat, I won't accept money.
He chose to charge a more affordable price to fully understand the cause and effect.
“When I came to school at noon, my dad had already driven to the Dong family to pay off their debts.” Li Mengjiao reopened her chemistry textbook.
"Haha, by some twist of fate, I've gotten another bargain." Wang Peng decided to accept the two hundred yuan and the fast food truck from the Dong family.
The last two periods were for self-study, and he went up to the rooftop to get some fresh air.
Upon reaching the rooftop, they discovered a man and a woman embracing. The woman was unfamiliar, but the man turned out to be Dong Biao.
Both of them froze for two seconds before the girl hurriedly covered her face and ran off the rooftop.
Wang Peng became interested. Didn't Dong Biao like Li Mengjiao? Has he fallen for someone else?
Both were quite embarrassed. Dong Biao's face turned red. He looked up at Wang Peng, then lowered his head and walked off the rooftop.
Wang Peng opened the red envelope given to him by Li Mengjiao and took out a stack of brand-new 100-yuan bills.
"Goodness, a thousand yuan. Li Longfei truly lives up to his reputation as a big boss who drives a Santana."
Wang Peng couldn't help but scratch his head, fully realizing the sincerity of the Li family.
Without his reminder, the Li family would have lost at least 200,000 yuan and might never have recovered.
Therefore, this 1,000 yuan thank-you gift is not much.
Wang Peng then took out the two hundred yuan given to him by the Dong family, which, when added together, meant that he had gotten twelve hundred yuan for free today.
The village elders often say that money found should not be kept in your pocket, but should be spent promptly to ward off bad luck.
"Having been given a second chance at life, I must improve my quality of life; indulging in a little luxury now and then is not out of the question."
Wang Peng left the rooftop, returned to the classroom, wrote a leave request and handed it to the vice class monitor, Du Lei, explaining that he had a headache.
"Come up with a different excuse next time. It's a headache every time I ask for leave. It's giving me a headache too," Du Lei couldn't help but complain.
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