Xiaowangzhuang.
A minivan was parked outside Wang Peng's house.
Six female police officers got out of the car.
They worked together to restrain Li Guifen, forcibly dressed her, and put her in a police car.
Obstructing official duties and assaulting police officers on duty.
Wang Peng didn't know what the current criminal law stipulated, but he couldn't escape administrative detention.
Wang Song was escorted away by the police, and he stood outside the gate shouting, "Wang Peng, this isn't over yet, you wait!"
"You want to go to the police station for a chat? Do you want to?" Deputy Director Lin Dong said sharply.
Wang Song decisively admitted defeat, lowered his head and dared not say another word, and left dejectedly with his three children.
Du Lei continued to criticize them, "Go back and take your regret pills. If you had treated Peng Ge better back then, your family would be rich now."
Upon hearing this, Wang Song blushed and gritted his teeth in anger.
"Listen up, if you dare to cause trouble again, I'll take you to the police station," Lin Dong sneered.
After saying that, he looked at Wang Peng and said, "If they cause trouble again, call the police. I'll see this through to the end."
"Thank you, Director Lin, you've worked hard." Wang Peng bowed and expressed his gratitude.
A few minutes later, the police car drove away, the awful relatives were gone, and the world was finally at peace.
"Brother Lei, go to the hospital to get your wound treated." Wang Peng handed him ten yuan.
Two bloody scratches were left on his right cheek by Li Guifen, and the blood could still be faintly seen.
"It's nothing." Du Lei reached up to touch his wound, then gasped. "How have you managed all these years?"
"I guess I'll just have to make do," Wang Peng said with a wry smile.
He stuffed the money into his pocket and said, "Take good care of yourself and make sure you don't get a scar. If you need more money, just ask me for more."
"Xiao Lei, you go back to school first. Meng Jiao is waiting for the car," Chen Qingshu said.
With half an hour left before school ended, Du Lei hurriedly rode his bike back to school.
"Old Chen, you should go back too. I need some peace and quiet." Wang Peng smiled bitterly. "I'm sorry to have troubled you with the mess at home."
"Every family has its own problems, I understand."
Chen Qingshu patted his beloved student on the shoulder, "Adjust your mindset and go back to evening self-study."
After saying that, Chen Qingshu rode away on his bicycle.
Wang Peng returned to the main room, offered incense to the three deities, clasped his hands together, and poured out his troubles.
Even after recounting everything from beginning to end, I still feel conflicted.
He went to his desk, opened the drawer, and took out an envelope, manuscript paper, and stamps to write a letter to his wife from his previous life.
That girl is more timid than a mouse; if someone suddenly appeared in front of her, it would probably scare her.
Becoming pen pals for now is a good idea.
Aunt Qiong Yao is very popular. At Ping'an County No. 1 Middle School, the concepts of female confidantes, male confidantes, pen pals, and confiding in each other are all popular.
Students who frequently receive letters from pen pals in other cities are always envied by their classmates.
Wang Peng had a thousand words in his mind, but when he picked up his pen, he couldn't write a single word.
"Forget it, let's start writing from the beginning."
He started writing by forcing his parents to give up his high school acceptance letter, and the writing became smoother and smoother, eventually resulting in a short essay of two thousand words.
He put the letter in an envelope, unable to recall what grade his wife was in.
So the recipient's address was written as: Central Plains Province, Provincial Experimental High School, Li Mingzhu.
I affixed two stamps, put the letter in my schoolbag, and got on my bicycle to go to school.
Suddenly, he paused, realizing his wife was not even fifteen years old. Was he being a beast?
"Brother Wang, are you having a mind-wandering experience in space? Haha!"
Wang Peng heard a hearty laugh, looked up and saw a motorcycle parked outside the door, with Xue Jianchang waving at him.
"Brother, I called out several times just now, didn't you hear me?" he laughed.
"Brother Xue, what brings you here?" Wang Peng hurriedly got out of the car, opened the door, and invited him in for tea.
Xue Jianchang had been wanting to buy a fried rice cart, but they couldn't agree on a price.
The two entered the main room, where Wang Peng poured two glasses of plain water.
“I’ve come here with sincerity this time,” Xue Jianchang said with a smile. “I’ll give you two thousand five hundred and transfer the food truck to me.”
Last time he was only willing to offer two thousand, this time he did show some sincerity, but not much.
“Brother, what we’re buying for 2,500 is your business skills and the delivery relationships you’ve built with your classmates, not your food truck.”
"To put it bluntly, your food cart is only worth five hundred, and the remaining two thousand is half a year's salary, which is more than three hundred and thirty yuan per month."
"You should know that your homeroom teacher's salary is only three hundred."
"As long as my business continues, you'll get a salary every month. What more could you want?"
Xue Jianchang lit another cigarette, looking confident of victory.
Wang Peng sneered, "I guarantee to sell at least two hundred servings of fried rice a day. You're trying to fob me off like a beggar."
He reached out and said, "Brother Xue, don't talk to me for less than five thousand yuan."
The discounted rice has been used up, and the current monthly gross profit is 1,200.
After deducting the salaries of my second uncle's family of three and their daily expenses, the net profit is about five hundred yuan.
So without five thousand yuan, you definitely can't sell your business.
"The main reason I want to transfer the food truck is that the prices of rice and eggs are outrageous."
"If their market price drops and the profit margin increases, I really won't be willing to sell them."
"So go back and think about it. You can come and find me anytime if you have any ideas."
This was a clear order to leave, and Wang Peng had no desire to continue the conversation.
Xue Jianchang stubbed out his cigarette and laughed, "Brother, you're definitely a straightforward person. Let's have a good time then."
He opened his black briefcase and took out a stack of hundred-yuan bills.
"Here is five thousand yuan. Starting tomorrow, you need to transfer your takeout orders to Xue Dongshan in your class."
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