This guy absolutely comes with a native sarcasm aura. When you hear him talk, even though it's all normal sentences, his singsong tone will only lead you to one thought—grab whatever's at hand and smash it on his head. Best if it's a machine gun, to riddle the one talking into a sieve.
Take a normal person who's really busy, they might sigh and say "So busy," but there's always someone whose way of saying it can make you think they mean "The Emperor is busy"—you listen to them, and you'd think they just crawled out of a grave, that before being buried they were an emperor in some dynasty.
Wang Jiuming was already tipsy, and after hearing that he understood why Yan Fei was so rude earlier. He too was quite annoyed, "I'm not Boss Yan, but bro, we're all players here. You think ten grand is worth pulling out? How about this, you put up five hundred thousand, and I'll discuss it with Boss Yan. If he agrees, we'll get back to you later."
