Li Xingwen had a complex mix of feelings about Zhao Yang, the harbinger of disaster: there was hatred, caution, disdain, and fear.
Such a mix of emotions made Li Xingwen reluctant to trust Zhao Yang—unless the money was presented in front of him.
Zhao Yang cracked a smile and said, "Uncle Xingwen, how about we draw up an agreement? If I can't pay that fifty thousand in six months, then the house will still belong to you, okay?"
"Deal!"
Li Xingwen shouted in agreement and immediately struck the table!
Li Xingwen was extremely thrilled inside: a house he couldn't even sell for forty thousand was going for sixty thousand—Zhao Yang had finally made a foolish move!
"Alright, then you prepare a contract, and I'll come over tomorrow to pay and sign," Zhao Yang said with a laugh.
Just then, Li Xingmao barged in with more than twenty men, pushing open the gate of Li Xingwen's house with a crash and stormed inside!
