Beneath the somewhat decrepit eaves, Fu Xuebing stared with his not-so-large eyes, his demeanor fierce as he slapped his hand and said, "Fanzi, we've been neighbors for so many years, I would never swindle anyone, let alone you, am I right? Just put your mind at ease, it's only a small sum of money. You keep muttering about it, which hurts our friendship, brother."
Yang Fan forced a smile, knowing that when jokes are taken seriously, the fun disappears completely.
But usually, out of ten people who say things like that, nine are likely to double-cross you.
"Are you really going to sell?" Yang Fan asked.
Fu Xuebing nodded, "Sell, sell, sell. I'm not going to hoard this inventory anymore. I've got my eye on a big job these few days, need some cash to grease the wheels. If I pull this off, brother, I'll treat you to good food and drinks!"
