In their eyes, these middle-aged men felt that they had lived a few more years and eaten a few more bowls of rice, so they wanted to teach them a lesson, but these people were inherently defiant.
It's just a matter of having more money. They may not be able to compete, but their families have plenty of money.
"Who are you?" President Du chuckled, finding it somewhat ridiculous.
"My father is the chairman of Litian Financial Group," the gaunt man said proudly, staring at President Du.
“My dad is the chairman of Zhentian Trading Group,” said another boy with a youthful face.
"My father is the chairman of Tianhong Real Estate Group..."
One after another, the names of large corporations were mentioned. These weren't just a bunch of kids who had just grown their hair; they were clearly a group of future leaders of large corporations discussing future business trends.
"My family runs a chain of restaurants and a large supermarket chain," the young woman who called herself Grandma Hua said to Mr. Du. "We also do some investment. You want to compete with us in terms of money? How much money do you have?"
Upon hearing this, the lobby manager and General Manager Li couldn't help but burst out laughing, covering their faces with their hands. Wasn't this just asking for trouble? General Manager Du, who was in his thirties and a figure in the business world, was about to suffer such humiliation.
"Let's stick to the issue. We're talking about the noise level. Don't you guys have any manners?" President Du questioned. "Didn't your parents teach you that?"
The skinny man rolled his eyes upon hearing this and said, "Didn't your parents teach you to be subservient to rich people? Money talks, don't you understand that, my dear grandson?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"You son of a bitch..." President Du couldn't help but be about to make a move.
"Come on, try hitting me." The gaunt man said defiantly, "If you dare to lay a finger on me today, I'll make sure you can't stay in Hong Kong tomorrow, believe it or not?"
Mr. Du was furious. He forcefully lowered his hand and told himself that he couldn't lower himself to the level of this kind of person.
Seeing that President Du hadn't returned yet, and that it was almost 9:30, President Zou stood up and said, "President Lu, I have some things to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."
"It's alright, let's go together!" Lu Feng stood up and tidied up his things, while the three girls next to him hurriedly helped check if anything had been left behind.
Mr. Zou came out of the private room first and saw a group of people blocking the doorway arguing. He hurriedly went up to them and asked, "What's going on?"
"Mr. Zou, why are you out here?" Mr. Du turned around and was quite surprised to see Mr. Zou.
"It's almost time to go back." Mr. Zou looked at the group of young people, somewhat displeased with the evening, and said, "Don't be so noisy in the future, it's too much, understand?"
Good grief, another one who's lecturing them just because they're older.
"None of your business. If you think it's noisy, go somewhere else," the skinny man retorted.
"Yeah, if you don't have money, don't come out to have fun. You only have a few coins in your pocket, what are you trying to prove you're rich?"
"This guy claims to be rich. We've already revealed our identities, but he still won't say what he does. So tell me, how much money do you have?"
"Money talks, don't try that on us, understand?"
The group chattered amongst themselves, displaying a completely rebellious attitude. Mr. Zou was displeased. He hadn't intended to argue with these kids, but they were taking advantage of his kindness.
"Do you have any manners? What future do you have? How much money do you have at home? How long can you spend it all? All you do is eat, drink, and have fun all day long," Mr. Zou scolded.
"Our family's money won't last long enough to support our eating, drinking, and having fun, maybe... in our next life." The gaunt man asked Mr. Zou rather provocatively, "How much money does your family have?"
The group of people, as if they were fooling someone, introduced themselves again. Like Mr. Du, Mr. Zou stammered for a long time without being able to speak. They were right, money talks.
The three girls came out, and Lu Feng stepped out. He was quite surprised to see them all blocking the way and asked President Du, "President Du, what are you doing here? Are you still dealing with the noise from next door?"
Mr. Du took a deep breath, waved his hand, and said, "Forget it, let's not bother with them."
“If you don’t argue with us, we’ll argue with you,” the gaunt man retorted.
Lu Feng also wanted to smooth things over, so he said, "It's all in the past. We were just out for a meal and to have some fun. But you guys were really too noisy. Be more mindful in the future. When you go to places like this, be considerate of other people's feelings."
"Who the hell are you?" a man asked, his face full of resentment. "I can do whatever I want with you. How much money do you have? Don't you know that money talks? Who do you think you are?"
"Money makes you king?" Lu Feng was taken aback. If having more money meant being king, wouldn't he be the king above the king? He asked in confusion, "Am I some kind of living ancestor?"
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