The little old man turned his head and gave Wang Dadong a glance, realizing he was a security guard, he immediately sneered, "Little security guard, what's it to you if I chat with this young lady?"
"If I see something that annoys me, I feel like stepping in," Wang Dadong said coldly.
The old man let go of the receptionist's hand, chuckling, "I'm also quite annoyed talking to you. Who are you, anyway? Do you know who I am?"
With that, he took out a thick stack of Huaxia Currency from the bag on the front desk and said to Wang Dadong, "Little security guard, if you kneel down, shine my shoes, and call me 'big brother,' then all this money is yours."
After saying that, the old man looked at Wang Dadong smugly, as he had always despised those who prattled on about righteousness and morals.
As long as you have money, how much is morality worth? In this money-obsessed society, isn't everything dictated by money?
