"Good! Good boy!" Du Geda laughed, raised his right foot and swung it a couple of times. "Village chief, my foot is itchy, I want to play football, what do you suggest?"
"What can we do? You can rip my head off and use it as a ball, what else can we do?" Du Liu said angrily.
This is incredibly embarrassing, and the thing is, this whole thing is really a bit strange.
"Kid, how old are you?" Du Liu admitted defeat, adopting the air of a village chief.
"I just turned fifteen, sixteen in the traditional Chinese age reckoning." Wang Peng was born at the end of June.
"You're really brave, daring to do business at such a young age?" Du Liu gave a thumbs up. "If I were you, I would never dare to pawn my college admission notice even if you killed me."
Wang Peng smiled and said, "If they weren't desperate, who would be willing to mortgage their college admission notice?"
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"Sixth Brother, I don't want your head, go and bring your family's scale over here," Du Geda said, pointing to the cart.
"If you dare bring that up again, I'll strangle you, you old bastard!" Du Liu roared, pulling his cart away.
Du Geda laughed again and took out the admission notice from the melon shed. "Young man, take it."
"Thank you, Mr. Du." Wang Peng gave him forty yuan and carefully put the notice into his pocket.
“Don’t pawn it again,” Du Geda laughed. “We’re both trustworthy, but there are many untrustworthy people. What will you do if I ask for another forty yuan and you don’t give it to me, or I don’t give you the notice?”
He patted Wang Peng on the shoulder and said, "Young man, the most unpredictable thing in the world is human nature."
Wang Peng smiled faintly.
If this situation really happens, he has a way to solve it; he can't let the reborn ones down.
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