The Santana's trunk and rear seats were full of cargo.
These are all stationery items that Wang Peng wholesales for his customers, including pencils, pencil cases, notebooks, set squares, and so on.
In addition, he stocked up on extra goods, intending to get the storefront up and running.
“Brother Wang, it’s 652.9 yuan in total. I’ll keep the 90 cents and give you the round number,” Zhao Delai said.
Wang Peng took out his wallet to pay, giving him only 650 yuan.
Zhao Delai curled his lip and pointed to the Santana stuffed with stationery, "This isn't a truck; you should buy a farm tricycle."
"I'm not a big boss, I don't have that much money," Wang Peng said with a laugh.
He plans to use the Santana to purchase goods first, and then buy a car to become a stationery wholesaler once he has earned enough money.
“Drek, it’s already five o’clock, look…” Wang Peng said, pointing to his watch.
"What do you mean? How about I treat you to another meal?" Zhao Delai said, both amused and exasperated. "You'll eat anything, you just don't want to lose out."
Wang Peng chuckled, "I don't eat delicacies; mutton soup with noodles is fine with me."
"Goodness," Zhao Delai said, "I don't like mutton soup noodles, let's go eat some Sichuan home-style dishes."
“Okay.” Wang Peng immediately opened the door and started the car.
Li Mengjiao sat in the passenger seat, while Zhao Delai squeezed into the back seat.
The road was a bit bumpy, and a metal pencil case fell down and hit Zhao Delai on the head with a thud.
"Ouch!" He rubbed his head. "Damn it, why did I make it so high quality? It hurts so much if it hits me."
"Pfft!" Li Mengjiao laughed out loud, then quickly covered her mouth.
The beautiful woman's smile greatly improved Zhao Delai's mood.
"Girl, are you Han Chinese? Do you have any dietary restrictions?" Zhao Delai asked.
“I’m Han Chinese, I can eat anything,” Li Mengjiao said.
"Easy to raise." He reached out and patted Wang Peng's shoulder. "Little brother, is this really your sister?"
"Don't talk to the driver." Wang Peng ignored him and focused on driving.
Santana arrived at a Sichuan restaurant.
The three entered the restaurant, and Zhao Delai ordered six dishes.
Mapo tofu, boiled fish, twice-cooked pork, spicy chicken, shredded pork with garlic sauce, boiled sliced pork, and three bowls of rice.
These are all signature dishes of Sichuan cuisine, and they are also hearty dishes.
From now on, Wang Peng will be a distributor for Jiajia Stationery Factory, and Boss Zhao will definitely treat him well.
"Comrade, a bottle of Fenjiu Laobaigan, please." he said loudly.
"No liquor, please." Wang Peng hurriedly stopped him. "Don't drink and drive."
"Then let's drink beer." Zhao Delai asked the waiter to bring more beer.
"I'll have a Coke," Wang Peng politely declined again.
Although drunk driving is no longer illegal, he would not joke about his own reputation.
After three bottles of Coca-Cola arrived, Wang Peng began to eat and drink excessively.
"Brother, how's the food?" Zhao Delai asked with a smile.
"Excellent!" Wang Peng gave the proprietress a thumbs up. "Your Sichuan cuisine is very authentic. I've never had such authentic Sichuan food before."
"Hehe, I'm from Sichuan." The proprietress smiled broadly and brought over a plate of peanuts. "It's a free gift."
"Thank you, boss," Wang Peng said hurriedly.
Zhao Delai smiled knowingly, thinking to himself that this young man was quite the smooth talker, able to get benefits just by using his words.
Li Mengjiao has a small appetite; she only ate half a bowl of rice.
"I'm full, Wang Peng. Do you have enough rice?" she asked.
Wang Peng reached out and picked up her bowl, poured half a bowl of rice into his own bowl, and continued eating.
"Hehe." Zhao Delai revealed a wicked smile and stared at Li Mengjiao's bowl for a couple of seconds.
A moment later, Li Mengjiao realized what she meant and immediately blushed with embarrassment.
In Qiong Yao's novels, men and women sharing wine glasses and eating from the same bowl of rice is interpreted as an indirect form of kissing.
Wang Peng put down his chopsticks. "Brother Delai, we're thirty years old already, how come we still have a girlish heart?"
"Haha! You're so girly!" Zhao Delai chuckled. "Let's eat, let's eat."
After finishing his meal, Wang Peng was so full that he finished all the food on his plate.
Zhao Delai went to pay the bill; the meal cost forty yuan.
"Goodness." Wang Peng scratched his head and laughed, "Sorry, Draco went to all that trouble."
"Don't be shy, brother. It's no trouble at all to have a meal, haha." Zhao Delai also felt a little sorry for him.
However, in order to curry favor with future distributors, this meal was worthwhile.
Wang Peng drove him back to the factory, then drove back to the steel rolling mill's residential compound and parked the car downstairs.
He went upstairs, took out his key, opened the door, and found Liu Yili sitting in the living room.
"Aunt Liu, when did you arrive? I was just about to visit you," Wang Peng quickly greeted her.
"Haha, my neighbor told me that someone went into Qing Shu's house, and I guessed it was you."
Liu Yili was very happy. She glanced at Li Mengjiao and asked with a smile, "Has Xiaofang arrived?"
"Sister Fang didn't come, so my classmates and I came to participate in a math competition, and Brother Qingshu let me stay at his house."
After Wang Peng finished explaining, he hurriedly introduced, "Aunt Liu, this is Li Mengjiao, Teacher Chen's student. Mengjiao, this is Teacher Chen's mother."
"Hello, Grandma Liu!" Li Mengjiao quickly bowed.
There is a teacher-student relationship between the homeroom teacher and the students. It is not unreasonable for the homeroom teacher's mother to be called "Grandma".
"Oh my, this girl is so pretty." Liu Yili especially liked young girls, and she grabbed Li Mengjiao's hand to start chatting.
Li Mengjiao wasn't good at chatting, so most of the time, Liu Yili did the talking while she listened.
After chatting for ten minutes, Liu Yili asked Wang Peng, "How's Xiaofang's business?"
“It’s pretty good,” Wang Peng said. “Last month, after paying rent and expenses, I earned about four hundred yuan.”
"Huh? So many?" Liu Yili exclaimed in surprise.
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