"Heh heh heh."
Wang Goudan needed something from Zhang Xiaoshan, so his attitude suddenly became much more humble. He stood up from the ground, walked over to the motorcycle, wrapped his arm around Zhang Xiaoshan's arm, and said with a smile.
"Brother Goudan has been a bit tight on cash lately, and you're rolling in it now. How about giving me some?"
"Don't worry, I'm borrowing it, and I'll definitely pay you back."
Luo Meili didn't mince her words as she scoffed from the side.
"Little Shan, you'd better not believe his nonsense. Everyone in the village knows he's notorious for not paying back his debts. If you really lend him money, it'll be like throwing meat buns to a dog — gone without a return."
"You, you're talking nonsense. I, I'm just dragging it out a bit, but once I have money, I will definitely pay it back," Wang Goudan's face turned red.
Zhang Xiaoshan chuckled under his breath.
"Lending money, huh? It's not out of the question. How much do you want to borrow?"
