"You're wrong, I'm not joking." Li Longfei's smile vanished. "It's all in black and white, what are you doubting?"
"Without a signature and fingerprint, I don't believe it." Zhang Chenggong shook his head. "How old is he to be able to come up with ten thousand yuan to buy a house?"
"He's only sixteen this year, right?" Li Longfei tossed him a cigarette. "If he can produce it, what do you say?"
Zhang Chenggong took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled the smoke through his nostrils.
A sixteen-year-old boy who independently spends 10,000 yuan to buy land—this kind of person shouldn't be an enemy, but rather be won over.
“If he can produce it, I’ll wipe the slate clean,” Zhang Chenggong said.
At this moment, Wang Peng rode his bicycle to the Li family's house.
The gate wasn't locked, so he rode straight into the yard. He had just seen Zhang Chenggong's motorcycle outside the gate.
"Uncle Li." Wang Peng opened his wallet and took out 11,000 yuan that he had neatly arranged. "That's enough money. Uncle Li, please count it."
Li Longfei dipped his index finger in saliva and began counting the money carefully, doing so twice.
“The amount is good.” After saying that, he picked up a pen, signed the contract, and affixed his fingerprint.
Wang Peng also signed and affixed his fingerprint, making two copies, and the transaction was officially completed.
He then handed his household registration book and ID card to Li Longfei, who would handle the registration and transfer of ownership.
"Old Zhang, let's not interfere in the children's affairs," Li Longfei said with a smile. "Give me some face, okay?"
This is to give him a way out.
Zhang Chenggong chuckled, "Alright, I have to give you face."
He looked at Wang Peng and said, "Little guy, you hit my child. I vented my anger yesterday, so let's call it even?"
Wang Peng smiled and nodded.
He thought to himself, "You've vented your anger, but I haven't."
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