"Also, even if a lady smokes, she should smoke women's cigarettes. Why don't you learn to be a good person? Smoking is harmful to your health, don't you understand?"
Shen Lanlan looked at Shen Fang: "Uncle, why do you still smoke? You started smoking when you were 12 years old."
Shen Fang... "Shen Lanlan, go outside and see what kind of respectable girl smokes? It's getting more and more outrageous. She was quite cute when she was little, how did she become like this? If this continues, are you planning to get a tattoo or something?"
To everyone's surprise, Shen Lanlan nodded repeatedly: "Uncle, I had this idea. I've heard that tattoos are quite painful, and I'm a little scared. Do you know any good tattoo artists? I heard that the tattoo artists in Hong Kong are quite skilled. Why don't we go to Hong Kong on our way?"
Shen Fang slapped Shen Lanlan's butt: "What are you thinking? I'm warning you, if you dare to get a tattoo, I'll refund you at a discount. Shen Kun, keep an eye on her. What kind of behavior is this for a girl? Is she going to join the underworld? What good is the underworld in this world? Money makes you the boss. Do you understand? Believe me, if I take out 1 million, even underworld bosses will fawn over me and call me 'Master'."
Shen Lanlan looked unconvinced: "Tch, those people you're talking about are spineless. We Hongxing men are all real men. We won't give in to rich people for a little bit of money."
Shen Kun was also speechless: "Lanlan, listen to what Fatty said, gangsters have no future. I've been in Hong Kong for a few years. Hong Kong gangsters are no match for rich people. No matter how rampant they are, would they dare to act tough in a bank? Rich people are different. Rich people are arrogant wherever they go. Take Japan for example, where gangsters are legal, but they still fawn over rich people. Uncle San is telling the truth, Lanlan. In the underworld, you can't get by with tattoos, acting cool, or being a good fighter.
Shen Lanlan looked at Shen Kun: "Then what do we rely on?"
Shen Fang sneered: "You think you're so good at fighting? What good is fighting? To survive in this world, you need power and connections. What do you have? You little punk?"
Shen Lanlan looked at Shen Fang speechlessly: "Uncle, I've also watched Daniel Wu's movies."
Shen Fang was a little embarrassed: "Ahem, well, Lanlan, Yanzu is right. Power and background are all built with money. Money talks. Listen to your uncle, don't act like a little delinquent. You're not bad looking. Grow your hair a little longer and dress up nicely. Your uncle will find you a rich and handsome guy, have a child, and settle down in the family. Wouldn't that be great? Your uncle will also give you a villa, money, and stuff. Just think how wonderful that is."
Shen Lanlan rolled her eyes at Shen Fang: "Uncle? Are you sure you're 18?"
Shen Fang: "Nonsense, we're the same age."
"Why do I feel like you're even more conservative than my dad? 'Being a good wife and mother'? Good heavens, I think you must have been out of your mind this morning, or maybe you drank some fake alcohol? How can you think like an old man?"
Shen Kun chuckled: "Third Uncle, did you see that? Playing the lute to a cow."
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