"Huh?" Zhao Guofeng was in disbelief. 'Zhang Zhanshan and his wife have some nerve,' he thought. 'Their son is all tied up, and they aren't even home.'
Just before he left, Zhao Guofeng asked Zhao Youcai one more thing, "Youcai, are you dead set on five hundred? What if Zhang Zhanshan can't come up with it? Can you go any lower?"
"Don't you worry," Zhao Youcai said with a shake of his head and a smile. "He can definitely come up with it."
"Give me a break," Zhao Guofeng said with a frown. "I heard he spent one thousand yuan just on your two little bear cubs. How much does he even make in a month?"
Zhao Guofeng had a point. Zhang Zhanshan was just a wage earner, and with two sons, two dogs, and two bears to support, his daily expenses were not small.
Zhao Youcai sneered. "Guofeng, have you forgotten what Zhang Zhanshan and that old bastard of a father of his have done?"
