The next few days were crazy; a total of twenty bosses, led by Wang Peng, signed elevator installation agreements with Baker.
Because the elevator did indeed generate additional revenue for Brothers Store No. 5.
That evening, as Baker sipped his English tea, he was torn between his inner thoughts and his own.
Wang Peng's connections and influence shocked him, and the twenty elevator orders shocked him even more—orders he had placed in England over three months.
"The market here is huge, and the development prospects for elevators here are also very promising."
"So why am I insisting on that damn ten-year tax exemption? I can make a lot of money here, why should I care about five years of taxes?"
“I can work here for five years, earn the tax-free money first, and then think about what to do five years from now. Wouldn’t that be better?”
Baker put down his teacup, took out his phone from his pocket, and found Wang Peng's phone number.
In the Wenxin Garden residential community in the provincial capital, Wang Peng received a call from Baker: "Dear Mr. Baker, how are you?"
“I’m fine, thank you,” Baker said. “Mr. Wang, I think you’re right. I’ve decided to stop insisting on a ten-year tax exemption and go for five years.”
"Really? Are you sure?" Wang Peng immediately became excited.
“I’m sure. Brother, thank you so much for those twenty orders,” Baker said earnestly.
"Don't mention it. Helping you is actually helping myself," Wang Peng said with a smile. "Then, may I convey your thoughts to Director Hu?"
“Why not? Brother, thank you for your help, I’ll remember it.” Baker sincerely expressed his gratitude.
The two chatted on the phone for a long time, and both hung up satisfied. Wang Peng was in a great mood and immediately called Hu Yong.
A yawn came from the phone. Hu Yong said, "Xiao Peng, what's up?" He yawned again.
Wang Peng smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Director Hu, I shouldn't have bothered you. Let's talk again tomorrow."
"You've already disturbed me, hurry up and tell me," Hu Yong said in a deep voice. "I'm still waiting to go to sleep."
"Director Hu, Mr. Baker just called me. He's no longer insisting on a ten-year tax exemption; five years will suffice," Wang Peng said.
"What?" Hu Yong immediately raised his voice and said urgently, "Xiao Peng, you're not kidding me, are you?"
Wang Peng chuckled: "You think I called you in the middle of the night just to joke around?"
Hu Yong immediately burst into laughter on the phone, the laughter growing louder and louder until his wife's scolding came through the line, followed by the sound of him leaving the house.
"Xiaopeng, thank you. You're the most capable one," Hu Yong said excitedly.
"You're too kind. As an outstanding entrepreneur in the Brilliant District, I'm willing to help you solve your problems," Wang Peng said calmly.
“Okay! I keep my word! Submit your tax exemption application to the tax bureau as soon as possible. If all goes well, they will carefully review your application,” Hu Yong said.
Wang Peng was overjoyed. With the current momentum of Store No. 5, he could save over a million yuan in taxes this year.
He decided to use the tax savings to launch a promotional campaign, giving back to loyal customers while also taking a hit on Brilliant Supermarket.
“Honey, you seem very happy.” Li Mengjiao took the phone from his hand and placed it on the bedside table.
"I've got Old Baker on board, so Store No. 5 can get tax exemption this year. I'm so happy!" Chen Hao hugged her head and gave her a big kiss.
"Wow! My husband is the best!" Li Mengjiao gave a thumbs up and asked, "Baker is very stubborn, how did you convince him?"
Wang Peng started to gloat: "Capitalists are all profit-driven; I just gave him enough benefits."
"My husband is amazing." Li Mengjiao hugged Wang Peng's neck and returned his kiss passionately.
Their breathing grew more and more rapid, and the bedroom grew darker. But Li Mengjiao was pregnant, so their intimacy was limited to kissing.
Just then, Wang Peng's phone started vibrating; Du Lei was calling. He lay down next to Li Mengjiao and answered the call.
"Brother Peng, Wang Cheng just went to Warehouse Number One. His men forced Zhuang Hua's head into a water tank..."
"Don't tell me these things, I just want to know the result." Wang Peng felt a pang of sadness as he thought about the feeling of drowning.
“Zhuang Hua shouldn’t have been exposed, because he was taken to the hospital by Wang Cheng’s men,” Du Lei replied.
Wang Peng turned on the light, sat up in bed, and went to his study.
"Brother Lei, did you keep the evidence of those people torturing Zhuang Hua, and the evidence of Wang Cheng going to Warehouse No. 1?"
Du Lei said, "There is a lot of evidence of those people torturing Zhuang Hua, all of it is photographs. Wang Cheng only went to the scene at night, so we could only see him with binoculars, not take photos."
Wang Peng inwardly groaned in regret, but this was within his expectations. After all, Wang Cheng was a cunning old fox; he wouldn't make such a basic mistake.
Du Lei whispered, "Zhuang Hua is at the First People's Hospital. Should I send someone to contact him?"
"How serious are his injuries?" Wang Peng asked in return.
"I sent someone to ask the doctor, and the doctor said it's all superficial injuries and will heal in a month or two," Du Lei replied.
Wang Peng immediately pressed, "Didn't Mingyue send detectives to investigate Zhao Laixi's cause of death? Is there any progress?"
Du Lei said, "Not for now. Mingyue plans to change her strategy and wait until the taxi driver goes to Russia, then we'll contact him there."
Wang Peng thought about it carefully and said, "Find a way to get him to England, understand?"
“I understand. I’ll make a plan with Mingyue tomorrow,” Du Lei said.
"Okay." Wang Peng sighed softly, then added, "Don't contact Zhuang Hua for now. If you must, be sure to take precautions."
"I understand. Brother Peng, is there anything else you need to tell me?" Du Lei asked.
"That's all, go to sleep early." Wang Peng hung up the phone and stared blankly at the ceiling.
Wang Cheng was indeed a high-IQ criminal. He was the one who hired someone to kill Zhao Laixi, but the relevant departments couldn't find any suspicious points.
It seems the only way is to start with that taxi driver. If they can get him to England, Wang Peng will have a way to get him to talk.
The study door creaked open, and Li Mengjiao entered, clutching a pillow. "Honey, what's wrong?"
"It's alright, go to sleep." Wang Peng moved over to make room for him.
Li Mengjiao went to bed, turned off the light, and the two fell asleep in each other's arms.
In the First People's Hospital of the provincial capital, on the third floor of the ward building, seven or eight people dressed as farmers sat in the corridor.
Suddenly, a man in his forties got up and went to the restroom, took out his cell phone from his pocket: "Boss, this is Zhang Er."
Wang Cheng asked, "Has anyone suspicious come into contact with Zhuang Hua?"
"No. Only the doctor and nurses went into the ward," Zhang Er replied softly.
"Hmph!" Wang Cheng sneered, "If Zhuang Hua is a spy, Wang Peng will definitely send someone to contact him. You keep a close eye on him."
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