"Seems like you think you're pretty rich, huh?" Ye Chen looked at the arrogant man in front of him as if he were an idiot.
He felt that this man was like a clown before him. Competing with him in wealth? Even Ma Papa couldn't compare, let alone a small nouveau riche.
Who really shouldn't be here? Doesn't anyone have a clue?
Ye Chen hated those clowns who flaunted around just because they had some money.
Competing with him on wealth was simply asking for trouble.
Wu Biao was amused by Ye Chen's words: "My wealth definitely beats yours by miles. As a delivery guy, you should know your place, I don't even know what to say to you."
"Let me kindly advise you, if you have any sense, get out quickly. You, a poor dude, shouldn't be an eyesore in front of me."
"Listen up, kid, don't be scared now. I'm someone who got millions in government compensation from demolition and owns dozens of properties. How could a delivery guy like you compare to me."
