Oh shit!

This Li Xiangdong is simply my nemesis!

As Li Xiangdong was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of Pan Jiwen, who was standing next to him, looking as angry as a pufferfish, and a thought struck him.

"Buying a tape recorder!"

Li Xiangdong walked over with a smile and greeted them.

"Oh, look!"

Pan Jiwen felt that he was not afraid of Li Xiangdong at all, but his body unconsciously took two steps back.

Li Xiangdong walked over, touched the brand-new tape recorder, and asked the salesperson with a smile, "Brother Chen, how much is this tape recorder?"

"Xiangdong, you want to buy it? It's 180 yuan, but our supply and marketing cooperative only has this one left..."

The sales clerk, surnamed Chen, was in a bit of a dilemma.

"I'm not buying, Brother Chen! This customer wants to buy, right?"

"Yes, it's almost time to pay!"

Li Xiangdong looked at Pan Jiwen with a smile, and Pan Jiwen shivered. He felt like a weasel was offering New Year's greetings to a chicken!

"Little Panzi, your dad promised Xiang Jie and the others ninety yuan for emotional distress last time, but he still hasn't paid it!"

"In that case, the son should pay for the father's debts. Since you have the money, you can pay for it first!"

“I have no money, but I need this money…” Pan Jiwen said as he backed away, preparing to run.

Li Xiangdong wasn't about to let her escape. He grabbed her by the back of her collar and whispered in her ear, "Your confession..."

"I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you!"

Pan Jiwen resignedly took out ninety yuan from his pocket and handed it to Li Xiangdong.

It’s over!

I really didn't check the almanac before I went out; I lost both my wife and my army!