Money, ah. As the heir of the Gao Group, Gao Dashuai really doesn't dare to say he has no money. Wrapping an arm around the server's shoulder and neck, Gao Dashuai chuckled, "Bro, you just don't get it. Truly rich people wouldn't dare flaunt their wealth; wouldn't that be inviting thieves and robbers for no reason?"
The server blinked, then glanced at the two of them. Perhaps appearances can be deceiving. Hastily changing his attitude, he bowed and nodded: "Yes, yes."
"How do people here gamble on stones?" Gao Dashuai asked.
"You're outsiders—" Maybe hoping to get close to the wealthy, this local-born server decided to sell them some local intel as a favor, "You should know. When outsiders come here if they don't have local connections, they'll lose out."
Local bullies demanding protection money—both Gao Dashuai and Zhou Yu could understand. One might say there's local protectionism everywhere.
