Upon hearing that there was some gossip, the reporter immediately followed up.
After coming out of the restroom, Zhong Liu was rude to Zhou Pengfei, who was still waiting for Old Wang: "I'm telling you, you're a poor painter with no fame or works, and your studio is still relying on your girlfriend. Aren't you pathetic?"
"I think it's great!" Zhou Pengfei said gently.
"This studio was opened before Miss Xia returned to the Xia family, right? Things are different now! I bet you'll get dumped sooner or later!"
“Ya Jing isn’t that kind of person!” Zhou Pengfei disliked Zhong Liu’s argument.
"Tch! Where do you get your confidence? Where do you get your audacity?" Zhong Liu said with a disdainful look. "You have no background, and your relatives and friends are just a few people at two tables, and they're all old men who are so unsophisticated that nobody recognizes them!"
"Making friends is not about fashion, just being honest." Zhou Pengfei shook his head.
"Hey, those people at your table over there, are they from the outskirts of the city? Wearing suits and red ties, so tacky!" Zhong Liu continued to comment. "Like that guy in the restroom, was he wearing something borrowed?"
"Red ties are auspicious, after all, it's an engagement banquet!" Zhou Pengfei continued in a kind and gentle tone.
"Tch! Someone like you, I advise you to break up with Miss Xia as soon as possible! Don't end up getting dumped and looking bad!" Zhong Liu continued, "How much?"
"Money?" Zhou Pengfei didn't understand.
"I'll invest in your relatives in the rural-urban fringe areas, take the money, and then you can break up! Is five million enough?"
Just then, Old Wang came out of the restroom: "What kind of small-time vendor are you? Five million isn't a lot, is it?"
"Five million is not enough? Are you trying to rip me off, old man?" Zhong Liu said disdainfully. "The two well-known fried chicken fast food restaurants in Jincheng are supplied by my family. What kind of small vendor are you?"
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