He continued to flare his sinewy chest, his face growing increasingly ferocious.
Shen Zhou said nonchalantly, "All you can manage is a thousand yuan tip for the waiter – nothing impressive."
Wang Dali chuckled, "Nothing impressive? If you're so capable, you give it. Admit what you said if you can match that."
Shen Zhou laughed heartily, "Competing in wealth?"
Cai Xiaoqing snorted coldly, "Competing in wealth? What makes you think you're qualified to compete with us?"
Cai Tianye said with a smile, "This kid is quite interesting. Alright, let's compete in wealth. If you can tip more than us, not only will I give up this seat to you, but whatever you tip, I'll multiply by ten and give back to you."
Wang Dali continued, "If the tip we give is more than yours, you'll have to obediently hand over the seat, and we won't give a dime. Do you dare to bet?"
Shen Zhou nodded without hesitation.
