Wang Peng was truly shocked; opening a video arcade in the county town required an investment of 40,000 yuan.
It should be noted that a plot of land of more than 300 square meters in the county town, plus five old houses, only cost 10,000 yuan.
"Uncle, are you kidding me?" He couldn't help but scratch his head.
Li Longfei chuckled with amusement.
"No, without 40,000 yuan, you really can't afford to open a video arcade."
"The Sony video recorder I lent you was bought in March of this year, for a full 18,000 yuan."
“Video parlors can’t use small TVs; they have to have color TVs of at least 29 inches or larger, all imported from Japan, costing at least 12,000 yuan.”
"It adds up to 30,000. The remaining 10,000 is for renting a place, buying tables and chairs, and applying for a business license."
Wang Peng was speechless again.
The video recorder and television that Li Longfei lent him were actually worth tens of thousands of yuan.
"Uncle, I'm touched by you." Wang Peng smiled wryly. "If it were me, I wouldn't easily lend tens of thousands of yuan to someone else."
“I didn’t lend it to you easily,” Li Longfei said with a smile. “I saw when you moved; you took very good care of the video and the TV.”
Wang Peng suddenly realized that what he said wasn't quite right either.
In his previous life, Du Lei bought a Tesla worth over 300,000 yuan, and he was willing to lend it to Wang Peng.
"Now tell me, do you still have the idea of opening a video arcade?" Li Longfei asked.
"Yes!" Wang Peng gritted his teeth. "Zhang Chenggong is shitting on my head, I'm definitely going to get revenge."
He made up his mind that if all else failed, he would start another business to make money.
First, save up the capital before operating the video arcade; Zhang Chenggong must be taught a lesson.
He became a millionaire after running his fried rice business for just over two months, so he was confident he could make the business a success.
Wang Peng opened his wallet, took out all his belongings, counted out 1,600 yuan, and put the remaining few hundred yuan into his pocket.
He handed over all the savings book and cash to Li Longfei.
"I have 9,400 in my savings account, plus cash, that's exactly 11,000. I'll buy the house first."
"Uncle Li, please check it. If there are no problems, we can start drafting the purchase contract."
"I'll go to the bank to withdraw the money once the contract is finalized."
Wang Peng said.
Li Longfei checked the balance in his bankbook, then handed the bankbook and cash to his wife for verification, his eyes filled with surprise.
After Xu Rong checked, she was completely shocked.
The passbook shows the deposit date, and Wang Peng turned himself into a millionaire in just two months by making fried rice with eggs.
"Kid!" Xu Rong was speechless, then gave a thumbs up. "Amazing! You're really amazing!"
"Auntie, don't praise me. I'm just lucky." Wang Peng quickly said modestly, "Before the rice price went up, I stockpiled 3,000 catties of rice, and you also gave me eggs at a special price, which is why I was able to make so much money."
“Luck is also a part of ability.” Xu Rong handed the money and bankbook to Wang Peng.
Li Mengjiao got up, took the passbook, and started looking at the deposit and withdrawal dates, just like her mother.
After a moment, she said quietly, "If you put the energy you use for business into studying, first place will be yours."
"Don't praise me like that, it's all luck, hehe." Wang Peng was embarrassed by their praise.
The playfulness in Li Longfei's eyes turned into caution.
He knew Wang Peng's business was doing well, and he originally thought he could only pay a deposit, but he didn't expect that Wang Peng would pay the full amount directly.
This child is good at business, has good grades, is not bad-looking, and is barely passable in interpersonal skills.
Isn't this the kind of live-in son-in-law she's always dreamed of?
"Pah!" Li Longfei was startled by the sudden thought.
The two children are only fifteen or sixteen years old; it's a bit too early to talk about sons-in-law moving in.
His spitting startled Wang Peng. "Uncle, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Li Longfei said somewhat awkwardly, "Xu Rong, let's prepare the residential transfer contract."
Xu Rong went to the study to get manuscript paper and a fountain pen, and the two discussed the details in the living room.
Li Mengjiao participated throughout the entire process, occasionally chiming in with a few words, creating a very harmonious atmosphere overall.
An hour later, the contract was drafted and it was agreed that it would be formally signed at noon the next day.
The next day at noon, Wang Peng handed over the cooking to his cousin and rode his bike to the bank to withdraw money.
...
Li Longfei's home.
Two cups of hot tea were placed on the coffee table in the living room.
Li Longfei teased Zhang Chenggong, "Your information network is really good. Wang Peng just rented my house yesterday, and you're already showing up at my door today."
“Old Li, my hometown is also here, and my friends all give me a lot of face,” Zhang Chenggong said.
Li Longfei shook his head.
"Old Zhang, I'm not trying to be mean, but this time you've been a bit petty."
"Regardless of who was right or wrong, the conflict between Wang Peng and Wen Tao was just a fight between children. How could you get involved?"
"Now you're in trouble. Winning won't be honorable for you, and losing will be even more shameful."
"Old Li," Zhang Chenggong sneered, "give me some face and drive Wang Peng away, then I'll owe you a favor."
Li Longfei felt like he was sitting in front of a clown, so he quickly picked up his teacup and drank some tea, afraid that he would laugh out loud.
The clown's current actions are like a toad lying on your feet—it doesn't bite, but it's annoying.
“Old Li, I’m dealing with him gently, which is actually giving you face,” Zhang Chenggong said.
"Thank you." Li Longfei opened the drawer and took out the contract. "Take a look at this, it's quite interesting."
Zhang Chenggong frowned slightly, picked up the contract and looked at it carefully. When he saw Wang Peng's name, his eyes widened immediately.
He looked up at Li Longfei, then looked down at the contract again, reading it twice.
"Hehe, don't joke with me."
He casually tossed the contract onto the coffee table. "I know you want to protect him, but there's no need to joke around with the ancestral home."
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