latelenovela Chapter 216 The Impotent Millionaire
Chapter 216 The Impotent Millionaire
At 10 p.m., the Brothers Tobacco and Liquor Store closed for the night.
The lights were on on the second floor, and Li Mingzhu was engrossed in calculating accounts while Wang Peng and the others waited patiently.
We were busy all day, no one had a moment to spare, but everyone was very happy. The grand opening was a great success and very exciting.
"I've figured it out." Li Mingzhu put down her pen and smiled at Wang Peng. "Brother, guess what it is."
"I have no idea, but it should be a good thing," Wang Peng said.
"Zhu Zi, stop keeping me in suspense and tell me quickly," Li Kefan said eagerly.
Li Mingzhu immediately picked up the ledger and said with a smile, "Total turnover is 13,057 yuan, how about that?"
"Great! Great!" Li Kefan slapped his thigh and exclaimed excitedly, "Comrades, congratulations on the grand opening!"
"Grand opening!" Du Lei clenched his fists and waved them forcefully in the air.
Everyone beamed with joy. Hong Tianhe quickly lit a cigarette and squatted down to smoke it vigorously.
Wang Peng scratched his head, feeling that things were going too well.
The most expensive wine in the store is only twenty yuan a bottle, and the average price of cigarettes and alcohol is around ten yuan.
Revenue of 13,057 yuan is equivalent to the sale of 1,300 bottles of 10-yuan liquor.
"Hey girl, why are there so many?" Wang Peng asked.
Li Mingzhu picked up the ledger again and pulled Wang Peng to sit down.
“Brother, everyone is giving you face. Xinglan Kaiyue Hotel has more than 30 retail stores, and they account for 80% of them.”
"Xinglan Hotel wants fifty boxes of Green Sanhua, Kaiyue Hotel wants thirty boxes, and retail stores need at least three boxes."
"Sanhua liquor sales are 5,000 yuan. If you buy me 500 more drinks than Sanhua, are you happy, bro?"
Wang Peng nodded hurriedly, unable to suppress a smile.
He had a bet with Sanhua Winery: he had to sell at least 70,000 yuan worth of liquor each month to get back his 10,000 yuan franchise fee.
On average, the daily sales need to be 2,400 yuan, and today we exceeded that by half.
"Xiaopeng, you must keep up the good work and get the franchise fee back," Li Kefan said in a deep voice.
The air suddenly became tense, and everyone looked at Wang Peng.
Nine out of ten franchisees fail to receive franchise fees, because handing over money to someone else means being at their mercy.
In a provincial capital where the average wage is less than 400 yuan, 10,000 yuan is equivalent to 25 months' salary for an ordinary worker.
Wang Peng chuckled and said, "Don't worry, as long as it's my money, I will definitely get it back."
Just then, the phone rang.
Wang Peng looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Pei Yuanshan calling. He immediately pressed the speakerphone button.
"Chairman Pei, why aren't you asleep so late?"
"Mr. Wang, how much revenue does my Sanhua Liquor generate?"
"Five thousand yuan in total, is that alright?"
Pei Yuanshan was silent for two seconds, then said in a deep voice, "It's beyond my expectations. Keep up the good work."
Wang Peng said, "Chairman, my family is very concerned about the franchise fee. I'm using speakerphone, so please reassure them."
“Hmm,” Pei Yuanshan said. “Hello, Mr. Wang’s family. I am Pei Yuanshan, the chairman of Sanhua Winery.”
"If Mr. Wang sells 210,000 yuan worth of Sanhua wine three months from now, I guarantee to refund the 10,000 yuan franchise fee."
"I am sixty-five years old this year. I guarantee you with my integrity that you can rest assured."
Pei Yuanshan had a deep voice, and his words were like a booming bell, which made it easy for him to gain the trust of others.
Li Kefan hurriedly said, "Hello, Chairman Pei, I am Xiaopeng's father-in-law. I feel relieved to hear you say that."
Pei Yuanshan said, "Don't worry, I mean what I say."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief; as long as there was hope of getting their money back, that was enough.
Then Pei Yuanshan said, "Xiao Peng, turn off the speakerphone. I want to say a few words to you."
Wang Peng casually turned off the speakerphone and put the microphone to his ear. "President Pei, please speak."
"Xiaopeng, Huihuang has removed all Sanhua products from its shelves. What do you think?"
"He can sell or not, what's there to worry about?"
“I’m not worried about Huihuang, I’m worried about Huang Ran. If we make him a laughing stock, he definitely won’t let us off the hook.”
Wang Peng scratched his head, thinking to himself, "Who says you're one of us? You're too powerful, he can't touch you, so he'll just vent all his anger on me."
"Xiaopeng, I'm giving you an ace up my sleeve. It could save your life in a critical moment. Get the people around you out of the way."
Wang Peng was taken aback and said, "Mingzhu, take everyone away. President Pei has something to say to me."
Everyone went downstairs, but Li Mingzhu did not leave.
She closed the stairwell door, tiptoed to Wang Peng's side, pressed her ear against his face, and looked mischievous.
Wang Peng sighed helplessly, tapped her nose, and said in a deep voice, "President Pei, please speak."
Pei Yuanshan said, "Huang Ran is impotent. Almost everyone who knows this secret has died in an accident."
"Well, are you trying to harm me?" Wang Peng said with a smile. "It's not a terminal illness, and I can't rely on it to save my life."
"You're a smart person, you should understand what I mean. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
After hanging up the phone, Wang Peng understood Pei Yuanshan's meaning. He suspected that those who died in accidents might all have been murdered by Huang Ran.
Find evidence of Huang Ran's murder and use that evidence to prevent Huang Ran from acting rashly.
However, we are far from reaching the point of a fight to the death.
"Brother, what is erectile dysfunction?" Li Mingzhu asked, completely bewildered.
Wang Peng was also a little confused, so he whispered an explanation in her ear.
"Oh!" Li Mingzhu covered her mouth, her eyes full of laughter. "So that's a eunuch?"
"More or less." Wang Peng shook his head. "I don't think it's worth committing murder in such a secret way. So what if he's impotent?"
"Brother, you're a well-fed man who doesn't know the hunger of an starving man. His wife is really suffering."
"What a load of rubbish! As long as she's not a chaste and virtuous woman, she can't find a few lovers, can't she?"
"Congratulations, you got it wrong. His wife, Hu Qing, is indeed a conservative person, but perhaps she's just too afraid."
Wang Peng nodded. Hu Qing probably wouldn't dare to cheat on him. After all, Huang Ran was a multi-millionaire and had a million ways to kill her.
"Brother, I estimate that in the entire provincial capital, there's no one who would dare to seduce Huang Ran's wife. Wouldn't that be asking for trouble?"
Wang Peng nodded, then suddenly his eyes sharpened, and he frowned.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Li Mingzhu asked anxiously.
“There is one person who would dare to do this. If he knew Huang Ran was impotent, he would definitely dare to seduce Hu Qing,” Wang Peng sneered.
"Who is it? Is there really someone who isn't afraid of death?" Li Mingzhu asked in a low voice.
Wang Peng nodded. Poverty is worse than death; this was the philosophy of his good younger brother, Wang Cheng.
"Oh my!" Li Mingzhu's eyes widened, and she whispered, "You mean... Wang Cheng?"
"Congratulations, you got it right," Wang Peng said. "Wang Cheng isn't a good-for-nothing. Don't confront him directly in the future."
A strange thought suddenly popped into my head: if Wang Cheng were the boss of Brilliant, would he be even more difficult to deal with than Huang Ran?
He glanced at his watch; it was already eleven o'clock. He hurriedly took Li Mingzhu downstairs and drove back to the Wenxin residential area.
Just as I parked my car, a Honda Accord was parked across the street.
Huang Ran was completely drunk, and Wang Cheng carried him up to the third floor. Exhausted and panting, he gritted his teeth and rang the doorbell.
The door opened, revealing a pair of feet wearing cotton slippers embroidered with Chibi Maruko-chan.
Upon smelling a faint fragrance, much like the scent of orchids, Wang Cheng felt a little distracted.
The next second he hurriedly said, "Boss lady, the boss is drunk."
"Come in quickly," Hu Qing said softly, stepping aside. "Put him in that room."
Wang Cheng forcefully placed Huang Ran on the bedroom bed.
"You can go now, but help me throw away the trash outside the door." Hu Qing turned her back to Wang Cheng and anxiously took off Huang Ran's clothes.
"Okay." Wang Peng left the boss's house, bent down to pick up the garbage bag, and smelled a pungent Chinese medicine odor.
Medicine? Is the landlady sick? Is the landlady sick?