After Wang Peng and his two companions finished eating at KFC, they walked out of the Brilliant No. 5 store.
Hu Mingyue asked, "Brother, where are you going?"
Wang Peng replied, "Brother Lei and I are going back to the construction site. What's wrong?"
“Then you guys go ahead, I’ll call a taxi back to the company, and we’ll head to Beijing today,” Hu Mingyue said. “Brother Lei, call your wife.”
"Isn't there a need to rush?" Wang Peng glanced at his watch and said with a smile, "Let's go tomorrow. It's already two o'clock."
"We can't wait any longer." Hu Mingyue waved her hand. "This is a big deal and must be resolved immediately."
Wang Peng sighed softly. Hu Mingyue was a workaholic. Her life consisted of nothing but work; it seemed like she had nothing else to do.
Du Lei immediately took out his phone and called his girlfriend, Wang Meijing, asking her to go to the company to find Hu Mingyue right away.
Wang Peng shook his head: "Brother Lei, you take Mingyue to the company. You guys have a small meeting and come up with a plan to do public relations with KFC."
"Okay." Du Lei didn't waste any words, opened the door, and took Hu Mingyue back to the company.
Construction site number five was only two miles away. Wang Peng was too lazy to call a taxi, so he walked there while admiring the scenery on both sides.
They arrived at construction site number five in silence. Foreman Zheng Dashan hurriedly came over with two bottles of Jianlibao (a popular Chinese soft drink): "Brother Peng, have a drink."
Wang Peng was a little confused: "Old Zheng, why are you calling me that? You're older than me, aren't you?"
“I call you ‘brother’ not because of your age, but because of your status.” Zheng Dashan immediately opened a bottle of beverage and handed it to Wang Peng with both hands.
"Don't be so polite." Wang Peng was somewhat amused and exasperated. "I want to know the height of each floor. Take me to measure it."
“Each floor is eight meters high,” Zheng Dashan said urgently. “Don’t worry, Peng, the actual height is exactly what’s shown on the blueprints.”
"I need precise figures, let's go." Wang Peng put on his safety helmet and mask, preparing to inspect the construction site.
Zheng Dashan hurriedly arranged for engineering personnel to bring professional equipment and led Wang Peng into the construction site.
The house was filthy, with workers painting the walls and engineers doing interior design everywhere.
Wang Peng walked up to a worker who was plastering a wall, took out a cigarette and offered it to him, "Hey bro, hello there."
"Hello." The worker quickly put down his tools and accepted the cigarette with both hands.
He didn't know who Wang Peng was, but he knew that Wang Peng's clothes weren't cheap; they were obviously not low-quality items.
"Hey bro, is it good working here? What do you eat every day?" Wang Peng asked casually.
Zheng Dashan immediately tensed up and quickly gave the worker a meaningful look.
Seeing his expression, the worker smiled and said, "The food is alright; we can eat our fill every meal."
Wang Peng nodded, then turned to Zheng Dashan and said, "From now on, all workers must eat chicken legs for lunch and dinner, understand?"
Zheng Dashan was stunned for a moment, completely bewildered. Whether the workers were eating well or not actually had nothing to do with Wang Peng.
Wang Peng patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, I'm just giving a suggestion, it's up to you whether you listen to it or not."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Dashan immediately tensed up. It appeared to be a suggestion, but it was actually a threat. If he dared to disobey, Wang Peng would make things difficult for him.
"Don't worry, Brother Peng, I'll do as you say," Zheng Dashan said hurriedly with a smile.
"Okay!" Wang Peng said, "You must remember that migrant workers need to eat and drink well in order to do their jobs well."
“That makes sense, the boss is right.” Zheng Dashan nodded repeatedly, his title having changed from Brother Peng to Boss.
Upon hearing this, the workers on site relaxed, and some even licked their lips.
"Old Zheng, let's begin." Wang Peng pointed to the stairs.
Zheng Dashan immediately arranged for people to take action, measuring the height of each floor and the slope of the stairs in detail from the first to the fifth floor.
Once Wang Peng got the data, he left the construction site and took a taxi back to Yihaodian.
He called Li Mengjiao, reported the relevant data, and then went to the conference room to prepare for the meeting.
When he arrived at the conference room, he found it empty. He then went to Du Lei's office, where Hu Mingyue, Du Lei, and Wang Meijing were all present.
"Brother, this is the plan we've come up with." Hu Mingyue handed the plan to Wang Peng.
"Hello, Brother Peng..." Wang Meijing stood up and greeted him cautiously.
"You should address people by their job titles when you're working, didn't I tell you that?" Du Lei said in a deep voice.
"Hello, boss!" Wang Meijing quickly stood up straight.
"Don't be nervous." Wang Peng smiled slightly and continued, "Don't be so serious when there are no outsiders around."
As he spoke, Wang Peng looked at Du Lei.
Du Lei said, "Mingyue and I plan to appoint Meijing as the deputy director of the public relations department, with a monthly salary of 1,500 yuan."
Wang Peng nodded. With a salary of 1,500 yuan and bonuses of over 1,500 yuan, he could earn 3,000 yuan a month.
Seeing Wang Peng nod in agreement, Wang Meijing was overjoyed and clenched her fist excitedly. From now on, she was also a white-collar worker in the city.
Wang Peng asked them to sit down and opened the public relations plan devised by Hu Mingyue.
I watched it from beginning to end and didn't find anything particularly noteworthy. It mainly involved using sweet talk, gifts, and meals to corrupt KFC's American executives.
Wang Peng thought about it carefully and handed the plan back to Hu Mingyue: "How confident are you?"
The air fell silent, and the three of them looked solemn.
Du Lei whispered, "Brother Peng, we only have a 40% chance of success. But we have a backup plan: we'll work on Tang Zewu, although that will be difficult too."
Hu Mingyue added, "Tang Zewu is a franchisee of KFC in Huihuang District. He and Zhao Laixi are comrades-in-arms and have a life-or-death friendship."
"Oh, I see." Wang Peng crossed his legs and said with a smile, "Both of these paths are quite difficult."
Hu Mingyue said, "Brother Peng, I can swear on my promise. No matter what method I use, I will definitely get this done."
"It's not that bad." Wang Peng waved his hand. "Mingyue, Brother Lei, just do your best."
Just then, Wang Peng's phone rang. He answered it and held it to his ear; it was Li Mengjiao calling.
"Mengjiao, aren't you resting yet?" He took the phone to his office.
"I've been so busy these past few days, I haven't been able to sleep," Li Mengjiao said. "Brother, I just contacted the elevator manufacturer. They don't trust our data and want to come to your place to see the site."
“Oh? Then let them come,” Wang Peng said. “Tell them this is the first staircase elevator in China, and ask them to send their best engineers.”
"Hehe." Li Mengjiao laughed on the phone, "I've already spoken to them, and they agreed. They'll send someone over right away."
Wang Peng nodded and said softly, "You're pregnant now, so don't always be so busy with work. You need to take care of yourself and get some rest."
"Brother, I know," Li Mengjiao said. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself."
Wang Peng said, "Do you want to rest now? Do you need me to chat with you for a bit?"
“Tell me about the company. I want to know how things are going,” Li Mengjiao said immediately.
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