Tang Feng looked at Sun Haiyang and his two friends with pity in his eyes.
"You really are pitiable. Just a few billion and over a hundred street-front shops, and you find it unbelievable. Now I finally understand what's meant by 'a frog in a well cannot discuss the ocean' and 'a summer insect cannot discuss ice'. Because even if I told you, you wouldn't understand."
Originally reveling in mocking, Sun Haiyang's face immediately froze when he heard Tang Feng's retort, "Who are you calling a frog in a well, who are you calling a summer insect?"
"I'm talking about you, you, and you. Any problem with that?" Tang Feng pointed at each of them in turn and threw back the question.
Sun Haiyang kicked his chair away in a fit of rage, his face full of anger, "Motherfucker, you have the guts to say that again. Think you deserve the face I'm giving you? Blowing your own trumpet, really think you're the richest man?"
