Era: Starting with the struggle to refuse being taken advantage of

Chapter 129 Beating
That's five hundred yuan; it could do so much for the village.

If he were to use his position for personal gain, he could easily amass a lot of benefits for his family. How could Wang Fucheng possibly let such an opportunity slip through his fingers?

However, just as his hand was about to touch the five hundred yuan, Wang Chengpeng pulled his hand back, avoiding Wang Fucheng's movement.

Looking at Wang Fucheng with a half-smile, Wang Chengpeng said, "Uncle, what you just said reminded me that everything should be done according to rules and regulations."

"If I just give this five hundred yuan to my uncle like that, and other people find out, wouldn't they think there's some kind of shady deal between us?"

"I'm thick-skinned, so it doesn't bother me if people criticize me, but I can't let it affect my uncle's reputation."

"How about this, I'll go to the village office building again tomorrow and sign a formal donation agreement then, so that Uncle can legitimately deposit this money into the village's public account."

"Once we have the donation agreement, things will be easier to discuss later."

Since Wang Fucheng dared to do the first thing, then don't blame Wang Chengpeng for doing the fifteenth.

If he had agreed to this matter from the beginning and hadn't intended to manipulate Wang Chengpeng, he could have simply given him the money and issued a receipt.

But now, Wang Chengpeng isn't someone without a temper, so naturally he won't let him get the money so easily.

Wang Fucheng glanced at Wang Chengpeng in astonishment, thinking to himself, "The cooked duck has just flown away."
If Wang Chengpeng took the initiative to donate money to the village, then the role he played in this matter became negligible, and he made no contribution whatsoever.

Knowing that this was Wang Chengpeng's retaliation against him, Wang Fucheng wished he could slap himself twice.

Why did I have to be so talkative? Why did I have to worry about where the other person's money came from?

Now things are really messed up. He's angered Wang Chengpeng, and his achievements are going to be ruined.

No, I have to do something!
Thinking this, Wang Fucheng's expression softened considerably, and he said, "Nephew, there's no need to make this matter so complicated."

"We're family, so I'll give you a receipt; that's the same thing."

"This way you won't have to go to the village office building again, isn't that the best of both worlds?"

First, they tried to intimidate him, and then they accused him of having ulterior motives in his money-making methods. Do they really think Wang Chengpeng is made of clay?
Wang Chengpeng shook his head slightly and declined Wang Fucheng's "kindness," saying:
"It seems my uncle doesn't support my contribution to the village's production and construction. It seems I'll have to look elsewhere."

"Although Director Song and I are not related at all, he is an upright and honest person, so I think he understands my idea of ​​supporting the village's production and construction."

"He seems to have some questions about why the village grows sugar beets, so I can talk to him about it."

After saying this, as if the negotiations had broken down, Wang Chengpeng got up and prepared to leave.

Wang Fucheng's heart skipped a beat. He stared at Wang Chengpeng in shock, finding it hard to believe that he would say such a thing.

A threat, this is an absolutely blatant threat.

Unfortunately, Wang Chengpeng's threat was so effective that Wang Fucheng had no chance to resist at all.

Once Wang Chengpeng switches sides to Song Zhiyuan's camp, all his achievements and his wishful thinking will be destroyed.

He thought he had Wang Chengpeng under his control, but he never expected that Wang Chengpeng would have him under his control in the blink of an eye.

Cold sweat soaked Wang Fucheng's clothes. At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind: he absolutely could not let Wang Chengpeng walk out of that door.

"Boss, stop your cousin from leaving. We have a misunderstanding that needs to be cleared up."

Wang Fucheng naturally couldn't stop the young and strong Wang Chengpeng, so he immediately called on his son for help.

In just a few breaths, a towering figure blocked the doorway, making it difficult for Wang Chengpeng to leave.

Looking back at Wang Fucheng, Wang Chengpeng feigned confusion and asked, "Uncle, what do you mean by this?"

"Are you planning to restrict my personal freedom?"

"Everyone knows my bicycle is parked in front of your house, so don't get upset." These days, luxury cars are a symbol of status.

With Wang Chengpeng's brand-new, one-of-a-kind Forever 28-inch bicycle parked in front of Wang Fucheng's house, everyone knew that Wang Chengpeng had come here tonight.

If any problems arise later, Wang Fucheng will definitely be held responsible.

Although the door was blocked, Wang Chengpeng was not afraid at all. Instead, he smiled and reminded Wang Fucheng.

Of course, his reliance was not on so-called public opinion, but on his own formidable strength.

He was confident that even with Wang Zhong's assistance, he could leave safely.

Thinking about this, Wang Chengpeng secretly thought that he had really practiced Bajiquan correctly. In this era without surveillance, the darkness reduced the cost of breaking the law for many people.

Expecting everyone to obey the law is less effective than relying on one's own fists.

If I could get my hands on a gun, that would make me much safer.

Being blocked at the door gave Wang Chengpeng a severe anxiety about insufficient firepower, and he even began to think about how to get a gun.

Faced with Wang Chengpeng's questioning, Wang Fucheng shamelessly said:
"Misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding."

"Nephew, that's not right of you. What kind of bad person do you think your uncle is?"

"My nephew came to visit, but left without even having a meal. If word gets out, people will laugh their heads off."

"Sit down, keep sitting, at least wait until you have dinner before you leave."

Wang Chengpeng's reprimand seems to have worked; at least Wang Fucheng now knows how to speak properly to his sugar daddy.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Chengpeng smiled, then sat down again and said:

"I can't refuse your hospitality, so I'll stay a little longer."

"By the way, Uncle, didn't you say there was a misunderstanding between us? We need to have a proper talk about this misunderstanding."

Seeing that Wang Chengpeng had finally sat down, Wang Fucheng breathed a sigh of relief, laughed heartily, and shouted:
"Old woman, open a bottle of wine and prepare some more good dishes. We have distinguished guests coming tonight."

After refilling Wang Chengpeng's cup to about eight-tenths full with tea at the perfect temperature, Wang Fucheng leisurely said:
"Nephew, what happened just now was my fault, please don't take it to heart."

“Song Zhiyuan is cunning and not as simple as he seems. You’d better keep your distance from him.”

"Let's continue talking about contributing to the village."

“Nephew, I will naturally give you my full support for your kind intentions.”

"Once the village receives your donation, I will definitely give you a grand opening ceremony and commendation meeting."

"As for the amount of money, your family is currently in a state of rebuilding, and there are many places where you need to spend money, so don't spend it recklessly."

"Three hundred yuan is more than enough."

"As for your request to go to the village office building to sign the donation agreement, that's naturally up to you."

"However, such an important matter is naturally better done as soon as possible. I'll go with you to the village office building to sign the donation agreement after dinner. How can I trouble you to make another trip tomorrow?"

"As for what you hope for, don't worry. Since this money is your donation, it should naturally be used in accordance with your wishes."

"Let alone repairing the roads near your house, we could even repair your house site without any problem!"

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