Zhou Mian really got it, or pretended to get it, but Xu Qingyan didn't care.
He's just used to lending a hand, it's impossible for him to be overly concerned.
Not everyone who gives their all is a sycophant; sometimes it's just bad luck in meeting people. Coupled with a personality issue, it's a bit too abstract to label them all with a single brush.
It seems on the internet, if you're not a lickspittle, you're a sigma; if you don't pick a side, you're considered a fool.
Xu Qingyan doesn't give a damn about that stuff. So I'm a fool, what of it? If someone laughs at him, he could just spend some money to hire a real fool to give them a good beating some other day, to teach them to go local.
Going to report it to the police? Then go.
People with power define the rules, wealthy people skirt on the edges of those rules. With a laugh... a simple elbow strike, and with one fan of the hand, another is turned away, all with a fierce vehemence.
