"Uh..."
Zhou Ci, shamelessly pressing his advantage, insisted, "At least 400,000! Someone offered me 350,000, but I didn't even consider it."
"Okay, let's say 400,000."
Fang Tongzhi nodded. "My phone number is 1390131XXXx. What do you guys think it's worth?"
"That's far worse than Brother Zhou's, right?"
Xiao Hu, with his carefree attitude, chimed in to flatter Zhou Ci, guessing casually, "150,000?"
Liu Yingjun, who knew better, scoffed, "How could that be? A 1390 'boss' number isn't something your riff-raff can compare to."
Wang Hong nodded in agreement. "There's a saying—1390 is called the big shot, 1380 the playboy, 1370 the manager, 1350 the minion, 1391 the kid..."
Kong Yize's face turned red. "What's so great about a lousy phone number?!"
He was using a 1391 'kid' number with a series of three identical digits at the end and felt hugely insulted, as if he didn't belong among the group of bigwigs with numbers ending in four identical digits.
