The cunning look on Li Xiaoqiang's face was completely unknown to the fatty who was still furiously smashing the car beside him. At this moment, for the fatty, it was an incredibly sad story.
Right now, the fatty was smashing a car worth a billion yuan. To many people in the lobby, this act of faux-heroism made him look like a damn fool. After all, that's a whole billion we're talking about here! God damn, even if your father is loaded, does a billion just pop up out of nowhere?
That was what many middle-aged people were thinking. You rich second-generation brats have never earned money; you have no idea how hard it is to make money.
At that moment, the fatty, drenched in sweat after demolishing the car, swaggered over to Li Xiaoqiang with a triumphant look. Li Xiaoqiang, seeing the fatty approaching, managed a slight smile.
Standing before Li Xiaoqiang with hands on his hips, the fatty burst into a loud laugh, "Kid, you've lost now, haven't you?"
