"You're not going to tell me that you, an old soldier, can't even distinguish among a bunch of greenhorns who's genuinely clever, who's pretending to be clever, and who's really smart but pretending otherwise, can you?"
After he finished speaking, everyone around looked at him with a gaze as if they had seen a ghost.
Seeing this, Yang Ge pretended to be bold and stroked a non-existent beard, saying, "Don't look at this old man like that, I'm no demon. Believe it or not, when they're at death's door, they will still thank me for giving them the opportunity, and they'll even think I'm quite a nice guy!"
With a peculiar expression, Yang Tiansheng teased, "Why don't you just act like a human being, playing tricks on fools like this, don't you feel a bit guilty?"
Yang Ge waved his hand: "Not at all, thank you!"
A group of people all shook their heads and tutted, thinking to themselves that this guy was not only tough with his hands but sharp with his mind too!
