“Father, you can buy me a motorcycle. Several of our classmates bought it.” Tian Xiaobao said to his father Tian Qiang when he came home for dinner from school in the evening.
“How much does it cost?” Tian Qiang asked. “Not much, it’s only five thousand yuan to buy a’Snow Leopard’.” Tian Xiaobao said nonchalantly.
“That’s not much? I have to earn for several months.” Tian Qiang felt really distressed. “The car that my classmate bought is more than 7,000 yuan, which is still relatively small.” Tian Xiaobao has his own reason.
Then Tian Xiaobao said to his father: “You will prepare another five hundred yuan for me. Our classmates will take turns to sit in the village, and they will hold me in a few days. There is also a sports meeting in our school, you have to buy me brand-name sportswear. “Tian Xiaobao is not forgiving.
“How much money do you get?” Then bite the bullet and ask, Tian Qiang thought.
“It’s not expensive, it’s only more than 1,500 yuan. You can buy me a pair of ‘Jianqiang’ brand sports shoes.” Why are Tian Xiaobao’s demands so many?
“How much is that?” Tian Qiang couldn’t ask.
“Not much, just over 800 yuan.” Tian Xiaobao said lightly.
“Ah, do you think it is trash? Have you ever counted so many expenses?” Tian Qiang was indeed anxious: “I can do it for you, can you be my father?”