" f * ck, how dare you sell a piece of scrap metal for 2 million? i can't appreciate that ... "
at table 545, a strong bull the size of a small mountain snorted in disdain.
at a neighboring table, a ball of will-o-wisp turned around and mocked in a low voice, "
"who cares if you like it or not? if he can sit in the front row, that's his status. that's his face. what do you know?"
"so what, 2 million for this thing, does he need to kick his head? that's enough for me to buy two high-quality herbs ..."
gui mie you jing sneered. " your head is the one that needs a kick. don't you know that you can do whatever you want with money? people might not even be interested in what you want. there's such a difference between beasts. it's useless even if you don't acknowledge it ... "
similar scenes happened many times.
