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Aside from those hypocritical charity events, this was the first time Julian Farrell had generously treated a group of poor devils from the lower echelons, and yet he didn't receive the thanks, the praise, or the respect that he had imagined.
But he definitely caught everyone's attention in the room.
Because as he got increasingly intoxicated and, following the crude example of the poor devils, jumped up onto the table and boldly announced his name, declaring a round of drinks for everyone, the initial reaction among those present was one of shock, followed by silence. Then, as anger slowly built up in that silence, eventually the bald tough guy who had earlier treated himself to several beers stared at him menacingly,
"Who the fuck do you think you are?"
"Julian Farrell, the owner of Seaside Shipping." Julian also realized that the atmosphere was a bit off, but he continued nonetheless.
He was sure he had never crossed paths with these poor devils before.
