"Oh my God, someone as rich as me has to still play the field? Don't be ridiculous, okay? The chicks lining up to date me already form a queue," said Ye Xiaofei with a mocking laugh.
Yang Ming sneered, casually reaching up to touch the Audi car key hanging around his neck, the symbol of his wealth, his status as a rich man.
"Alright, enough talk, everyone's here. Let's eat and chat, shall we?" suggested Xiaofei.
At this point, the BMW guy Liu Shuai let out a chuckle. Everyone can boast, but what matters is getting real stuff done. "Originally, this gathering was meant to be Dutch, but seeing that none of you are as successful as me, I'll cover this meal. Eat and drink your fill, everyone," he announced.
