mtl008 Chapter 120 Kidnapping My Girlfriend
Chapter 120 Kidnapping My Girlfriend
Li Ke presented a reflective marker worth 30 yuan.
Wang Peng smiled slightly. Putting aside the value of the reflective marker, his uncle's sentiment was certainly appreciated.
"Brother Peng, welcome, welcome." Factory Director Zhao Delai shook hands with a smile.
"Boss Zhao, I hope your business prospers," Wang Peng said, shaking his hand. "I've ordered quite a lot this time."
"Can you empty my warehouse?" Zhao Delai asked, pulling Wang Peng's hand. "Brother, let me see your inventory."
Wang Peng took out a list from his pocket.
Zhao Delai glanced at it a few times and immediately arranged for people to prepare the goods.
At that moment, his secretary walked into the warehouse, and the two whispered to each other.
"Brother, I have something to do, I'll come over later," Zhao Delai said.
"Okay, you go ahead with your work." Wang Peng nodded.
After Zhao Delai left, he pulled up a stool, sat down, and waited quietly for the staff to count the goods.
Out of boredom, I thought of Li Mingzhu's uncle, Li Keyong.
In their previous life, Wang Peng and Li Mingzhu's marriage did not receive the blessings of the Li family.
After all, in his previous life he was just a migrant worker with no skills.
Therefore, he and Li Keyong did not have much interaction.
Suddenly, Wang Peng frowned.
I remember one day it was raining heavily, and Mingzhu squatted at the door of the main room and cried.
Wang Peng asked her why she was crying, and she said that a few years ago, on a rainy day, one of her uncles from her maternal family died in a car accident.
My uncle's colleague was driving drunk and got into a car accident. All five people in the car died, including my uncle.
Thinking of this, Wang Peng got up and went to the factory director's office.
"Hello, Mr. Wang," the secretary said with a smile.
"Hello, I'd like to make a phone call home," Wang Peng said, pointing to the telephone on the table.
The secretary immediately moved the telephone to the side of the table and said with a smile, "Please go ahead, Mr. Wang."
"Thank you." Wang Peng immediately called the convenience store in the light bulb factory's residential compound.
Beep, beep...
The call is connected.
"Hello Uncle Huang, I'm Wang Peng, the one who drives the Santana," Wang Peng greeted him.
"Oh, Xiaopeng," Huang Qinghua said with a smile, "Xiaopeng, should I have Mingzhu call you back?"
"Thank you, Uncle Huang. Please call her for me. I won't hang up," Wang Peng said.
The phone in the convenience store is a public phone; making calls is charged by the minute, while receiving a call costs only 50 cents.
In the entire residential compound, only Wang Peng drove a Santana, so he remembered Wang Peng.
"Wait here, I'll go call Mingzhu," Huang Qinghua said.
Soon, Wang Peng heard his shout over the phone.
A moment later, Huang Qinghua said, "Xiao Peng, Mingzhu will be down soon, wait a moment."
"Okay, Uncle Huang, thank you for your hard work." Wang Peng sat in the chair and waited.
About three minutes later, Li Mingzhu's panting voice came through the receiver.
"Hello, is this Brother Peng?"
“It’s me,” Wang Peng said. “Did you run down here? Don’t be so hasty when you answer the phone next time.”
"I was afraid of wasting your phone bill, hehe," Li Mingzhu laughed. "Uncle Huang told me that the caller ID showed a phone number from the provincial capital?"
"I'm at Jiajia Stationery Factory buying supplies. I've been quite busy lately, so I won't be able to visit you," Wang Peng said.
There was a sudden silence on the phone.
"Brother Peng, I'd like to go sketching by the Yellow River, is that okay?" Li Mingzhu whispered.
Wang Peng scratched his head, suddenly feeling a little excited.
The last time Li Mingzhu came to Ping'an County to sketch along the Yellow River, she came with the teachers and students of her painting class.
She didn't enroll in any art classes this summer.
"Do your parents agree?" Wang Peng asked. "If they agree, I'll come to the family compound to pick you up."
“They agreed. I told them yesterday,” Li Mingzhu said. “Brother Peng, wait for me at the factory. I’ll come find you.”
"No, I'll come pick you up later..."
The call was disconnected.
Wang Peng was both amused and exasperated. He quickly called back, as he still had important business to discuss.
"Hey, Xiaopeng, right? Mingzhu ran home." Huang Qinghua laughed. "Shall I call her again?"
"Uncle Huang, do you know how many brothers Mingzhu's father has?" Wang Peng asked.
“I know that. He only has one younger brother who works as a traffic policeman.”
"Okay, thank you, Uncle Huang, goodbye."
Wang Peng hung up the phone.
Mingzhu only has one uncle, so the uncle who was killed by his drunk driving colleague is the one who just gave him the cursor.
Wang Peng felt he should remind him.
I hung up the phone, left the factory manager's office, and walked towards the factory gate.
As I walked outside the gate, I saw traffic police officers on duty on the main road next to me, and I strode over to them.
“Uncle.” Wang Peng patted Li Keyong on the shoulder.
Li Keyong turned around abruptly and asked with a smile, "Xiao Peng, what's wrong?"
"Let's talk over here." Wang Peng put his arm around his shoulder and left the other traffic police officers on duty.
Li Keyong frowned slightly and asked, "What exactly happened?"
"Uncle, if anyone drives drunk in the future, please don't get in their car. It's very dangerous."
"Because drunk driving easily leads to traffic accidents..."
"Uncle, are there any current laws regarding penalties for drunk driving?"
Wang Peng asked.
Li Keyong scratched his head and said, "The law stipulates that driving under the influence of alcohol is prohibited, but there are no specific penalties. When we encounter this kind of behavior, we can only criticize and educate the driver."
At this point, he frowned and looked back at the police van in the distance.
A total of six colleagues were on duty, one of whom was the leader's child, Li Lei.
Li Lei is under eighteen years old and is not a formal traffic police officer, but an intern who is responsible for driving for everyone.
After finishing our shift last night, we all went to a restaurant for dinner. Li Lei drank some alcohol and then drove everyone to the brigade.
"Uncle, I don't think we can gamble with our lives, don't you think?" Wang Peng said with a smile.
"You brat, are you trying to lecture me?" Li Keyong laughed. "Don't worry, I'm more professional than you, and I know more about the dangers of drunk driving."
"Okay, no drunk driving, and no riding in a drunk driver's car." Wang Peng was finally relieved.
As far as I can remember, it wasn't until 2000 that the country began to crack down on drunk driving and other illegal behaviors.
The two chatted for a few more minutes before Wang Peng returned to the stationery factory.
The staff have already prepared the goods.
Wang Peng checked the goods according to the list, handed over the payment to the staff, and drove the car outside the warehouse.
Ten minutes later, Li Mingzhu suddenly appeared at the door.
She carried a backpack and a drawing board, waving to Wang Peng from afar, "Brother Peng."
Li Mingzhu put her backpack and drawing board on the motorcycle. "My parents agreed and allowed me to go to the Yellow River to sketch."
"I don't believe it." Wang Peng glared at her.
How could parents let their teenage daughter go to her boyfriend's house alone?
Wang Peng shook his head. "There's a phone in the factory manager's office. I need to call your home."
“Okay, but they went to my grandma’s house, they’re not home right now,” Li Mingzhu said. “I came by bus.”
Wang Peng was both amused and exasperated, certain that the girl was lying.
I looked at my watch; it was already three in the afternoon.
"Get in the car, I'll call your family tonight," Wang Peng said.
"Great!" Li Mingzhu quickly climbed onto the motorcycle.