Fang Chenyi was taken aback when someone suddenly called out to him. But when he saw the Red Bull bottles in the man's hand, a faint smile graced his lips.
As Fang Chenyi's net worth continued to grow, he had matured considerably.
He could now just laugh off trivial matters. Perhaps this was what it meant to be magnanimous.
He changed direction slightly and walked over to the man, reaching out to take the three empty bottles. He even remembered to say, "Thank you."
Hearing this, the man in the suit grunted in satisfaction. "Yeah, I only ever drink Red Bull. I've got some more in the car. I'll give you the bottles when I'm done."
This was exactly the effect he was going for—making the other guy thank him. 'So what if he drives a luxury car?' he thought. 'At the end of the day, he's still just a driver.'
'Even though I only drive an Accord that cost a little over two hundred thousand, at least it's mine.'
