Qin Xiaopang felt deeply distressed. "Just for this thing, it costs five hundred yuan?"
Li Banfeng's money pouch was tight, and Shopkeeper Feng noticed.
The day before yesterday, when he helped him with directions, this young man had bought a top hat and a feather duster. Shopkeeper Feng remembered it clearly. This was a sensible person.
"How may I address you, guest?"
Li Banfeng answered, "My surname is Li. You can call me Li Qi."
"Boss Li, I'll put this knife on your tab. Once you come back from picking flowers, we can settle the bill."
Put it on my tab?
Li Banfeng was stunned.
Shopkeeper Feng's smile remained unchanged. "You are a man who can get things done. I trust you."
Li Banfeng thanked him and accepted the Sickle.
Shopkeeper Feng took a small spade from under the counter, about ten centimeters long, and handed it to Li Banfeng. "Some flowers have deep roots and are hard to pick. Do you think this spade is suitable?"
