Chen Mancheng understood Wang Peng's meaning: as long as he agreed to convert the abandoned warehouse of the cotton and linen factory into a temporary parking lot, he could directly join James Bond after retirement.
The two companies with the highest salaries in the provincial capital are Wang Peng's Brothers Supermarket and Li Mengjiao's James Bond.
Chen Mancheng smiled slightly: "Xiao Peng, what are the main responsibilities of the vice president of James Bond?"
“It’s mainly about handling public relations,” Wang Peng replied. “My sister is only twenty-two or twenty-three years old. She’s not very experienced in dealing with people and often offends them unintentionally.”
Chen Mancheng's eyes lit up; this job was tailor-made for him. A retired senior official doing public relations for a company—it was a perfect match for his expertise.
He pretended not to care and casually asked, "How much does the vice president who assists your sister earn?"
Just as Wang Peng was about to answer, Chen Mancheng's phone suddenly rang. He took out his phone and answered the call.
A moment later, he nodded to Wang Peng, took his phone, and left the room.
Wang Cheng said on the phone, "Uncle Chen, Wang Peng wants to convert the cotton and linen factory residential compound next to Brothers No. 5 store into a parking lot. Are you aware of this?"
Chen Mancheng nodded: "I know, Director Hu just told me."
Wang Cheng then said, "Uncle Chen, if that place opens, it will have a fatal impact on our Huihuang Supermarket."
"Hehe." Chen Mancheng chuckled. "Little Wang, don't worry. Such a large area can't be opened up just like that."
"Uncle Chen, can you give me a definite answer? This is very important to me," Wang Cheng asked, still uneasy.
"Xiao Wang, I'm retiring soon. You should discuss this with Lao Hu." Chen Mancheng frowned slightly, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.
On the other end of the phone, Wang Cheng remained silent for a few seconds.
Just as Chen Mancheng was about to hang up the phone, he said in a deep voice, "Uncle Chen, you can't approve Wang Peng's application. If you do, Brilliant will be finished."
Chen Mancheng chuckled and said softly, "Xiao Wang, I'm already retired and don't want to get involved in too many things, do you understand?"
“I understand.” Wang Cheng chuckled, then said, “But developing the cotton and linen warehouse is a big deal, and we’ll definitely need to hear your opinion during the meeting. Uncle, I beg you to vote against it.”
"Okay, I'll think about it. Xiao Wang, I'm at Lao Hu's celebration party right now, let's talk another day." Chen Mancheng hung up the phone directly.
He put his phone in his pocket, lit a cigarette, and began to consider how to proceed with the cotton and linen warehouse development application.
After weighing the pros and cons for a long time, he decided to test Wang Peng's sincerity. If Wang Peng wasn't sincere enough, then he would have to carefully study the application.
Thinking of this, Chen Mancheng gently knocked on the door, opened it, and entered Wang Peng's private room.
"Sorry, Xiao Wang, I was on the phone from home just now, and we talked for a bit longer," Chen Mancheng explained with a smile.
"Don't be so polite, my time isn't worth much." Wang Peng invited him to sit down and offered him a cigarette.
“That’s not much. Looking at the entire provincial capital, your time is the most valuable.” Chen Mancheng patted Wang Peng on the shoulder and laughed heartily.
The two chatted like this, exchanging pleasantries at first, but after half an hour, the topic shifted to health and qigong.
Chen Mancheng was fascinated by hard qigong, believing that as long as he mastered hard qigong, he could split rocks with his bare hands.
Wang Peng neither confirmed nor denied this, but went along with his words, and the two chatted happily, like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.
Suddenly, Chen Mancheng changed the subject: "Xiao Peng, at the beginning, didn't we talk about the vice president of James Bond?"
Seeing his furrowed brow and puzzled expression, Wang Peng smiled and nodded: "Yes, Mengjiao plans to hire a vice president to handle James Bond's public relations."
"Oh..." Chen Mancheng said, "I remember now, the topic of the vice president... Where were we?"
At this moment, Wang Peng understood his thoughts and said, "We've been talking about the vice president's salary and benefits. Mr. Li from James Bond told me that the vice president's monthly salary is five thousand yuan, and he works five days a week, eight hours a day."
A glint of light flashed in Chen Mancheng's eyes. He slowly lit a cigarette without saying a word.
Wang Peng said with a smile, "Uncle Chen, you've worked hard in your company for most of your life, you must know some people with particularly strong public relations skills, can you introduce me to a couple?"
“Alright, I know a few capable young men. I’ll have him call you tomorrow,” Chen Mancheng said with a smile.
"Thank you so much, Uncle Chen. The person you introduced must be excellent." Wang Peng offered a fresh dose of flattery.
Next, the two steered the conversation toward health preservation and qigong.
Time passed slowly, and it wasn't until Wang Peng received a call from Hu Yong that the two returned to the fifth-floor lobby.
The air was thick with the aroma of alcohol; the banquet was drawing to a close, and everyone had almost finished with the drinks and desserts.
Hu Yong, drunk, grabbed Wang Peng's hand and led him to a corner.
"Xiaopeng, how did your talk with Lao Chen go? Did he express his opinion on developing the cotton and linen factory warehouse?"
Wang Peng nodded and said softly, "He didn't give a direct answer, but I don't think it's a big problem."
“Great! There’s a meeting tomorrow, shall I bring up the topic at the meeting?” Hu Yong asked.
"This is your job, I can't just give orders," Wang Peng said with a smile. "Uncle, shall I take you home?"
"No need, no need, the driver will take me back." Hu Yong waved his hand, politely declining Wang Peng's offer.
More than half an hour later, when many people had drunk quite a bit, Hu Yong announced the end of the meeting. Wang Peng helped him downstairs and saw him into his car.
He took out his phone to check the time; it was already 11:30 p.m. He waved, and two bodyguards emerged from the shadows.
Wang Peng said, "Take me back to Wenxin Community. I don't have to work the night shift tonight."
Bodyguard Sun Wudi was a little nervous and asked in a low voice, "Boss, isn't this unsafe? I'll guard you tonight."
Wang Peng waved his hand: "General Manager Li's security team is on night shift today, so you guys should take a rest."
Upon hearing this, Sun Wudi fell silent, opened the car door, and invited Wang Peng to get in.
About half an hour later, the car arrived at the Wenxin Garden residential area. Wang Peng went upstairs to go home, and the bodyguard drove away.
Li Mengjiao was still awake, so Wang Peng hurriedly went to the bathroom to wash up and lay down next to her.
"Honey, my people sent a message saying your bodyguard Sun Wudi is fine and you can use him without worry," Li Mengjiao said.
Wang Peng nodded: "Mengjiao, do you have time tomorrow? Come with me to see Li Guifen?"
"Let's go tomorrow afternoon, I have a meeting this morning." Li Mengjiao yawned and turned off the desk lamp.
After a good night's sleep, the next morning, Wang Peng took Li Mengjiao to a meeting and then returned to Brothers Supermarket Store No. 5.
At 2 p.m., he received a call from Li Mengjiao: "Brother Peng, come pick me up, let's go to the nursing home."
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