The brothers Wang Cheng and Wang Peng, along with a group of journalists, were all crammed into the stairwell.
Female reporter Sun Aijuan said with a smile, "Mr. and Mrs. Wang, our time is very precious. Look at this matter..."
Wang Cheng said with a straight face, "Brother, it's only right that I apologize to our father. You shouldn't stop me."
"Who stopped you?" Wang Peng sneered. "Wang Cheng, the old man not letting you in has nothing to do with me."
"Mr. Wang Peng," Sun Aijuan said with a forced smile, worried that they might start arguing. "Mr. Wang, why don't you go and ask the old man what he thinks?"
“Okay, I’ll call him.” Wang Peng took out his phone and dialed Wang Song’s number.
After the call connected, Wang Peng asked, "Dad, it's me, Wang Peng. I'm at your door."
"Xiao Peng, have the TV station people left yet? Has that beast Wang Cheng left yet?" Wang Song cursed on the phone.
“They’re all outside.” Wang Peng glanced at Wang Cheng and sneered, “Dad, what do you say we do about this?”
There was silence on the phone. After about a minute, Wang Song said in a deep voice, "Tell Wang Cheng to get lost. I don't want to see him again."
"Dad!" Wang Cheng said anxiously, "I also regret what happened that day. Open the door, let's have a good talk."
"Talk my ass!" Wang Song cursed angrily. "You're a beast worse than a pig or a dog, get out!"
The phone call ended, and the air fell silent.
Wang Cheng immediately pounded on the door: "Dad, open the door, let's talk this out."
He kept banging on the door and pleading, like a spoiled child who had been kicked out of his home.
Wang Peng watched his performance and gave a cold smile.
To reiterate, he didn't know he was wrong, nor was he sincerely apologizing to his elderly father; he just wanted the media to expose the footage of him apologizing.
Once the footage of his apology airs, it will help salvage some of his reputation. After all, as the old saying goes, "To err is human, to forgive divine."
As long as the news is broadcast, regardless of what others think, the board of directors of Brilliant will have a way to give him a position.
He knocked loudly on the door, and a few minutes later, the neighbors who were still upstairs were alerted.
A large group of people were blocking the stairwell, severely affecting the passage of residents.
Wang Cheng was shameless, and Wang Peng felt that things couldn't continue like this, so he had no choice but to call Wang Song again.
“Father, this can’t go on.” He said with a smile, “Let him apologize. He did something wrong, so he should apologize.”
After a few seconds of silence on the phone, Wang Song sighed, "The house is too small, so we can't let more people in."
"Okay, I'll arrange it." Wang Peng chatted with him for a few more minutes before hanging up the phone.
He put his phone in his pocket and turned to reporter Sun Aijuan: "To complete an interview, you need at least a few people."
Sun Aijuan hurriedly said, "Mr. Wang, one lighting technician, one photographer, and myself are enough."
Wang Peng nodded: "Then let's have three people. My father likes peace and quiet."
Sun Aijuan immediately agreed and arranged for two assistants to stay behind, while the rest of them went downstairs to wait.
The hallway quickly became much cleaner. Wang Peng looked at Wang Cheng and smiled coldly: "Do you think you can still be the CEO?"
Wang Cheng was taken aback, then smiled and said, "Brother, now is not the time to talk about these things. I just want our father's forgiveness; the president doesn't matter..."
He said the last sentence through gritted teeth. He dreamed of being a CEO, and at this moment he wished he could kill Wang Peng.
Wang Peng could guess what they were thinking. He took out his phone and was about to make a call when he heard footsteps coming from the stairwell. A man and a woman appeared at the bottom of the stairs.
The man's name is Zhou Dahai, one of the shareholders of Huihuang Supermarket, and the woman is his wife.
Their home was upstairs. Wang Peng knew his identity, and he also knew Wang Peng's background.
"Boss Wang, what are you doing?" Zhou Dahai asked with a smile as he shook hands with Wang Peng.
"So it's Mr. Zhou, my apologies for not recognizing you sooner." Wang Peng shook hands with him.
The two chatted casually for a few minutes before Zhou Dahai and his wife went downstairs, without ever greeting Wang Cheng.
Wang Peng took out his phone and called Wang Song to explain the situation.
The door opened quickly, and Wang Song saw Wang Cheng, snorted coldly, and turned to walk into the house.
He sat imposingly on the sofa, his face dark, refusing to even glance at him.
"Father!" Wang Cheng knelt down in front of his father and slapped himself twice.
"Father, I was a beast. I was so angry that day. Please forgive me."
At this point, he burst into tears.
The lighting technician immediately turned on the lights, the cameraman immediately raised the camera, and the reporter was ready to conduct an interview.
Wang Peng gave a cold laugh, finding Wang Cheng's acting too exaggerated to bear, and turned to walk out the door.
Wang Song glanced at Wang Cheng, then turned his head away, ignoring him completely.
"Father! Please forgive me, I've been feeling terrible these past two days." Wang Cheng burst into tears.
In the hallway, Wang Peng closed the door, went upstairs, and stood by the window to call Du Lei.
"Brother Lei, tell me about Zhou Hai, a shareholder of Huihuang. He seemed very friendly to me just now."
"They're being very friendly to you?" Du Lei asked doubtfully. "Brother Peng, are you imagining things?"
“Probably not,” Wang Peng said. “He was not only friendly, but his tone of voice seemed to be fawning.”
He knew why Du Lei was suspicious. The rise of Brother Supermarket had taken away a lot of business from Brilliant Supermarket.
Zhou Dahai is a shareholder of Huihuang and should hate Wang Peng, but his attitude just now was really hard to fathom.
“Brother Peng, I think Zhou Dahai wants to sell his shares,” Du Lei said.
Wang Peng was taken aback, then nodded: "That's possible, please continue."
Du Lei continued, "He owns eight percent of Brilliant's shares, but he's a gambling addict. I heard he recently lost a lot of money again."
"His wife also loves gambling. Like attracts like..."
Du Lei spoke at length over the phone.
After listening to his explanation, Wang Peng smiled coldly, "It seems he really has the idea of selling his shares, which is a good thing."
Du Lei asked, "Should I make contact with him and see what he's really thinking?"
Wang Peng shook his head: "I'll do it myself, you go ahead with your work."
The two brothers chatted for a few more minutes, then Wang Peng hung up the phone and called Hu Mingyue.
"Brother, what's up? Tell me," Hu Mingyue said.
Wang Peng scratched his head. "Actually, it's nothing much. I just wanted to chat with you."
"Oh, come on," Hu Mingyue laughed. "You must have something to say to me. You wouldn't have called me if you didn't. Just tell me already."
She said this with a smile, but Wang Peng felt a pang of sadness.
Aside from work-related matters, I haven't spent much time with this half-sister.
Wang Peng sighed softly and said gently, "Do you have time? Shall we go to People's Park later?"
"Yes, I have time!" Hu Mingyue shouted into the phone. "Brother, tell me where you are, I'll come find you right away."
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