Chapter 1791 - 1748: Wang Pengcheng Comes to the Rescue

At eighteen, Wang Pengcheng was truly a promising young man. Not only had he successfully taken over his mother Zhong Ping's Holiland Supermarket business, but he managed it in an orderly fashion. Now he had made time to invest in and establish a film company, diving into the media industry.

With the development of media, Wang Pengcheng saw a tremendous opportunity in the film industry. Businessmen are mostly driven by profit, but when it came to the film industry, Wang Pengcheng's investment was largely fueled by personal interest, and he always treated his film company as a hobby.

The public and media regarded it as a wealthy second generation squandering money. Wang Pengcheng would always respond with a smile and never deny it. Facing reporters, he'd utter his catchphrase, "That's right, I am burning money; I'm rich, so I'm capricious."

When Zhong Ping called, Wang Pengcheng was negotiating with a famous American director about a commercial film project. Upon hearing that it was his father summoning him and that there was an incident involving his father at Holiland Supermarket in Flushing, he immediately put aside the crucial meeting and drove to Flushing.

When Wang Pengcheng arrived at Holiland Supermarket in Flushing, the police had gotten there first and were preparing to take Xia Sanwa away. Naturally, American police would side with Americans, especially since Xia Sanwa had been the one hitting people all along. The police were taking him in for questioning on charges of assault.

But just then, Wang Xiaoqiang stood in the way, refusing to budge, and the police chief glared and said, "If you keep blocking the way, you're obstructing justice. Don't blame us for taking you in as well..."

"You're arresting people without investigating properly; isn't that too rash?" Wang Xiaoqiang retorted angrily, "At the very least, you should check the surveillance footage."

"What surveillance? I came in and saw he was hitting people. I trust my eyes more than surveillance footage," the police chief said coldly.

"People's brains can err, let alone their eyes," Wang Xiaoqiang sneered.

"What do you mean, are you calling me brainless?" the police chief snapped.

"You know best whether you have a brain or not," Wang Xiaoqiang said, crossing his arms, continually sneering and refusing to move aside.

"Take him away too," the police chief shouted angrily, and at once, a policeman came over with handcuffs to cuff Wang Xiaoqiang. Just then, a stern voice rang out, "I'd like to see anyone dare!"

The policemen froze and turned to look at Wang Pengcheng,

In the United States, a person's identity often correlates with their wealth. Wang Pengcheng, chairman of Holiland Chain Supermarket with assets in the billions, was quite a notable figure in New York, frequently appearing in reports. The police recognized him,

Seeing him suddenly appear and speak for the assailant took them aback, thinking they might have misheard. The policeman trying to handcuff Wang Xiaoqiang refrained from proceeding, his action stalled,

The police chief immediately approached with a smile, "Mr. Wang, you're just in time. These two were causing trouble in your supermarket, and your people called the police. Now we're about to take this thug to the station for questioning..."

Wang Pengcheng paid no attention to the police chief, glancing angrily at the supermarket staff surrounding them, asking sternly, "Who called the police?"

The manager who had reported reluctantly stepped forward to Wang Pengcheng, saying anxiously, "Chairman, it was me—it was I who called the police."

Wang Pengcheng slapped the manager's face, "Family secrets shouldn't be aired; don't you even understand this? Such a small matter, yet you called the police. If you can't handle even this, what are you doing here? Pack your things and get out..."

Upon hearing this, everyone knew Wang Pengcheng sided with Xia Sanwa, the Chinese old man. Initially, since this was Wang Pengcheng's supermarket and Xia Sanwa had caused trouble, attacking security and customers in it, Wang Pengcheng should have sided with the supermarket. But now he was going against that; Wang Pengcheng actually sided with the other party. This inevitably puzzled people.

The manager, hearing this, became even more uneasy and then bowed deeply, "I'm sorry, Chairman. This matter was mishandled by your subordinate. Please give me another chance."

"I don't have that many chances to give away. Get out, leave now," Wang Pengcheng shouted angrily.

The manager hadn't expected such a minor matter to cost him his managerial position—a disaster with no cause. He was a bit dazed but knew it was useless to say anything more, so he left dejectedly.

The police chief's observation skills were sharp; seeing Wang Pengcheng's attitude, he realized that Wang Pengcheng wanted to handle the matter himself, not wanting police involvement. He wisely said, "Mr. Wang, since this is an internal matter for your enterprise, we will take our leave."

He then gestured to his subordinates, "Guys, wrap it up."

Wang Pengcheng paid no attention to them. These policemen were small fry, and a person of his stature had no need to suck up to them. On the contrary, if these small fry provoked him, he could just grease their boss's palm and make them unable to keep their jobs.

Neatly handling the veteran-level branch manager and dismissing the police with few words, the onlookers and supermarket employees felt a mix of oddness and fear. If even the police couldn't intervene, they were sure to suffer.

Yet when they saw both Wang Pengcheng and Wang Xiaoqiang were Chinese and looked quite alike, they somewhat grasped the situation. Apparently, Holiland's chairman, Wang Pengcheng, was related to this Chinese man, a blood relative?

Xia Guifang and her mother and the Wang Kuishan couple also noticed it since Wang Pengcheng not only resembled Wang Xiaoqiang but looked even more like Wang Xiaobao. The two were similar in age and looked even more alike. If Wang Pengcheng weren't slightly paler than Wang Xiaobao, they would have thought Wang Xiaobao had come.

Staring at Wang Pengcheng's face, Xia Guifang's mother felt strange, pointing at Wang Pengcheng to her daughter, "Daughter, why does this man look like our Little Bao?"

Xia Guifang's expression shook, "Mom, stop talking nonsense. There are many similar-looking people in the world."

Gazing at Wang Pengcheng's face resembling Wang Xiaoqiang's, the Wang Kuishan couple became even more excited. Wang Kuishan pulled his wife aside and whispered, "Hey, old lady, why do I feel that chairman looks so much like our Little Qiang? Could he be related to Little Qiang somehow?"

"Stop, don't talk nonsense. Don't joke about this kind of thing, especially in front of Little Qiang's wife and his in-laws. You absolutely mustn't say..." Little Qiang's mother reminded gravely, looking uneasy.

Everyone present was silently speculating, wanting to know the truth. But Wang Xiaoqiang and Wang Pengcheng couldn't reveal the truth. Once father and son recognize each other, Wang Pengcheng would incur criticism for helping family over justice, defaming him and potentially affecting his supermarket business.

If Wang Xiaoqiang and Wang Pengcheng didn't acknowledge each other, no one could say anything.

"Grandpa, can you tell me what really happened today? Rest assured, this matter today, I can make the decision. I won't wrong a good person, nor will I let a bad person go." Wang Pengcheng spoke kindly to Xia Sanwa.

Someone even defended by his father certainly has an extraordinary status, Wang Pengcheng naturally treated him politely.

"Hm, at last someone who understands reason," Xia Sanwa glanced at Wang Pengcheng and said, "Alright, I'll tell you."

Then Xia Sanwa carefully narrated the entire matter from start to finish, without any omissions.

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