PDLP Chapter 223 Bullying Out-of-Town People?
Chapter 223 Bullying Out-of-Town People?
A vigorous young man and a beautiful young woman who has long been celibate will go crazy once they break through that barrier.
Hu Qing bit Wang Cheng's shoulder tightly, trying not to make a sound, afraid of waking her husband next door.
After a long while, she felt lightheaded and began to lose her senses.
Suddenly, Wang Peng's face flashed into my mind.
She quickly shook her head, puzzled. "I haven't even spoken to him, why am I thinking about him?"
Recalling the insults Wang Peng had inflicted upon him all along, Wang Cheng felt an intense surge of excitement, as if he had been injected with adrenaline.
It was his dream to personally destroy Wang Peng's family, but Huang Ran wanted to take away his dream, so he hated Huang Ran.
Driven by both physical and mental stimulation, he became increasingly frenzied and his blood boiled. Suddenly, he carried Hu Qing out of the bedroom.
When Hu Qing came to her senses, she found herself being carried to the master bedroom. Even though the lights were off, she was still terrified.
Hu Qing struggled frantically, but Wang Cheng held her tightly.
She was only 1.53 meters tall and weighed only 100 kilograms, while Wang Cheng was a burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist.
"Go away, are you crazy? Hurry up and go!" she whispered in Wang Cheng's ear.
Wang Peng ignored her, feeling that this would be a better way to get revenge on Huang Ran, thus satisfying his twisted desires.
Hu Qing was so frightened that she lost her mind, her body went limp, and her head slumped weakly on Wang Cheng's shoulder.
Across the street is Wang Peng's house.
Li Mingzhu glanced at her watch and chuckled, "Brother, Wang Cheng has been inside for fifty-five minutes now. He should have succeeded."
"Mm." Wang Peng nodded.
He wasn't surprised; as long as Wang Cheng had the guts, he would succeed sooner or later.
In his past life, Wang Cheng was the daughter of an education bureau leader who was conquered by hormones. In this life, he uses the same trick, only with a different target.
"Our days are going to be tough," Li Mingzhu said with a smile. "A stunningly beautiful young woman has been snatched away by the enemy. Do you regret it?"
"Regret my ass." Wang Peng pinched her nose. "Girl, why is your heart so filthy?"
"Also?" Li Mingzhu hugged him. "Also, do you mean Mengjiao? Is she doing well over there?"
"I don't know. If you want to care about her, just call her and ask her yourself."
Wang Peng picked up the little princess in a princess carry, casually drew the curtains, and carried her back to the bedroom.
He laughed and said, "Only when Wang Cheng kills Huang Ran and takes control of the entire Brilliant Supermarket will he be qualified to be my opponent."
Li Mingzhu was taken aback and asked urgently, "You mean, Wang Cheng isn't satisfied with being a mistress; he wants to become the wife?"
Wang Peng sneered, then said, "Just wait and see, that day will come."
He carried his wife into the bedroom, did some enjoyable things, and after a while, the two of them fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning at 8:30, Wang Peng drove his wife to school and then drove back to the tobacco and liquor store.
"Boss, you don't look too well. Didn't you sleep well last night?" Dong Shishi said with a smile.
"My left eyelid was twitching really badly yesterday, so I didn't go to sleep until 2 a.m.," Wang Peng yawned. "What the heck is 'Boss Bro'?"
"How pitiful, let's comfort him." Dong Shishi gave him a hug and said with a smile, "A hug will give you strength."
Wang Peng was taken aback and asked in confusion, "Damn, aren't you afraid Brother Lei will get jealous?"
Just then, a man pushed open the door and entered the store.
The man was around forty years old, wearing a leather jacket and jeans, with a protruding belly, and carrying a leather bag.
"Hello," Dong Shishi hurriedly greeted him, smiling, "Brother, welcome."
Her voice was sweet and cloying, which the pot-bellied man found hard to accept. "I'm just looking around," he said.
“Okay, please go ahead,” Dong Shishi said.
Wang Peng smiled slightly. What an authentic local accent! This guy must be from Ping'an County.
With such a robust physique, he must be a civil servant or a small business owner.
The first shelf near the entrance displays the entire Sanhua Wine series.
The pot-bellied man walked to the shelf and casually picked up a bottle of Golden Three Flowers liquor—a flat glass bottle with a gold cap and a gold label.
Dong Shishi said, "Brother, this is the most affordable Sanhua (a type of Chinese liquor), it only costs four yuan, it's economical, delicious and won't give you a headache."
The pot-bellied man nodded, "Ordinary people like to drink it. In rural areas, Jin Sanhua is used to entertain guests at weddings and funerals."
After saying that, he carefully checked the anti-counterfeiting label. "This wine looks genuine, is there any problem?"
“Of course, no problem,” Dong Shishi said. “Brother, I’ll compensate ten times the price if it’s fake. Everyone in the provincial capital knows that I don’t sell fake alcohol.”
The pot-bellied man nodded. "How much for one box?"
Dong Shishi said, "A case contains twelve bottles, which costs thirty-six yuan, or three yuan per bottle."
The pot-bellied man asked, "Is this your wholesale price?"
Dong Shishi nodded hurriedly, "That's right, you get the wholesale price if you buy a whole box, and the same price applies to a hundred boxes."
The pot-bellied man said, "My motorcycle is outside, bring me a box."
After saying that, he took out his wallet to pay the bill.
Wang Peng went upstairs to carry the wine for him; a case of wine contained twelve bottles and weighed about twenty-two kilograms.
He carried the wine downstairs, met Dong Shishi, gave her four yuan in change, and handed her a business card from the store.
A three-wheeled motorcycle was parked outside, loaded with goods; the pot-bellied man was indeed a small business owner.
Wang Peng placed the wine on the table and asked with a smile, "Boss, what's your surname?"
The pot-bellied man was taken aback and asked doubtfully, "My name is Chen Fuxian. Judging from your accent, you should be from Ping'an County?"
"Yes, we're from the same hometown." Wang Peng shook hands with him. "My name is Wang Peng. How's the service at your shop?"
"It's alright." Chen Fuxian smiled slightly, glanced at his watch, and said, "Let's talk another day, I'm in a hurry to go home."
"Have a safe trip," Wang Peng said with a smile.
Chen Fuxian nodded and drove away on his motorcycle.
Ping'an County is 200 kilometers away. He rushed all the way and returned to Ping'an County three hours later, where he went to Fuxian Famous Tobacco and Liquor Store.
He moved the goods from the truck into the store, opened the case of Jin Sanhua liquor, and carefully checked for counterfeit liquor.
Upon checking the last bottle, he frowned; only two-thirds of the wine remained.
"Bullying outsiders?" He gritted his teeth and checked the bottle cap, only to find that it hadn't been opened.
After hesitating for two seconds, he picked up the phone and called his brother's tobacco and liquor store.
"Hello, Brothers Tobacco and Liquor Store."
"Hello, young lady. I bought a case of Jin Sanhua tea from you this morning, and a young man helped me carry it onto his tricycle."
"Oh, I remember now, you are Brother Chen Fuxian."
Chen Fuxian breathed a sigh of relief that the other party still remembered him.
"Miss, there's a bottle of wine that's only half full. I've looked closely, and it must have not been sealed properly when it left the factory."
"Oh? I'm sorry, Brother Chen, give me the address and I'll get you a different bottle."
"What did you say? You want to send me another bottle of wine?"
Chen Fuxian was very surprised. He was also a tobacco and alcohol shop owner. In this situation, he would at most ask the customer to bring the product back to the shop for an exchange.
"Brother Chen, that's what I meant. Give me the address, and I'll deliver it to you today."
"Sure, deliver it to me at No. 18 Daxing Street, Ping'an County."
"Brother Chen, are you from Ping'an County? Ping'an County, which is 200 kilometers east of the provincial capital?"
Chen Fuxian sneered, looked up and saw someone enter, "Little girl, I've been waiting for you to bring me wine, hehe."
He hung up the phone, tossed a cigarette to the caller, and said, "Old Lin, the city will deliver goods to me the day after tomorrow."
Old Lin cried, "Old Chen, our client is getting married the day after tomorrow. If I delay their wedding banquet, I'll be a disgrace."
"Don't worry!" Chen Fuxian said, "If they don't deliver the goods to me for a mere hundred boxes of Jin Sanhua, I'll just go somewhere else to get them."