Xiao Feng's mood was at an all-time low; Bi Quan, the big sheep, had fled, so now he could only resort to fleecing the "five little sheep" in the car to make up for the money owed to the landlord.
"Gulp!"
Old Ha swallowed his saliva, cold sweat dripping from his forehead as he trembled and said, "I... I've saved up until now, and my total savings are only 300,000. If you don't believe me, I can go to the bank and print the deposit slip for you."
"300,000?" Xiao Feng sneered, "Do you think I'll believe that?"
Old Ha was on the verge of tears, replying bitterly, "Even the 300,000 includes the 100,000 deposit Bi Quan gave me. I really don't have any money."
"Then leave your life behind," Xiao Feng said sinisterly as the dagger began to slowly move.
"No... no, no, no!" cried Old Ha in terror. "I can work for you and trade my salary for it."
Xiao Feng couldn't help but laugh, "How much salary do you expect me to pay you each month?"
