Several shirtless men were seen drinking heartily.
Judging from their greasy hair and flushed faces, they were probably already quite drunk.
Following Zhang Youye's gaze, he noticed that the back of the shirtless man's chair was constantly pressing against his position.
Shu Yi made a move to get up and switch places with him, but he stopped her with a raised hand, expressionless.
"You can stay seated, no need to change."
As he spoke, Zhang Youye patted the shirtless man on the shoulder, slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket, shook it out, and handed it to him.
"Hey bro, can you move back a bit? You're blocking my way."
The shirtless man turned around, glanced at the two men, then chuckled and took the cigarette, putting it in his mouth.
As he moved his seat back, he casually said, "Excuse me, bro, my girlfriend is quite pretty. Thanks for the nice cigarette."
When the shirtless man turned around again and leaned close to Zhang Youye's ear, Shu Yi whispered, "Young Master is quite adept at handling things. Just now, seeing how quickly you reached into your pocket, I thought you were trying to solve the problem with money."
Helplessly glancing sideways at his foolish wife, Zhang Youye folded a cigarette in his palm, lit it with a lighter, exhaled a puff of smoke, and explained with a forced smile.
"I may be rich, but I'm not stupid. There's no need to solve this kind of problem with money. Let me tell you, real rich people aren't like those on TV who love to throw money at people over the smallest things. Those people aren't spendthrifts; they're pure idiots."
Seeing Shu Yi adopting a serious, attentive posture, Zhang Youye suppressed a laugh, casually flicked the ash from his cigarette, and continued to bluff.
"Let me tell you something else: the richer people are, the more frugal they tend to be, and I'm no exception."
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