"Hey, still pretending? You don't even have a phone and you're still pretending?" The man disdainfully glanced at Lu Xiaobu and patted his 8888 phone, clearly meaning something by it.
His gaze often drifted towards Liang Lan—this woman was too perfect, with all the right curves. If she were in bed, it would be wildly satisfying, surely couldn't leave the bed the next day.
"Hey." Lu Xiaobu shook his head, looking at the man: "What's your name?"
"What? Wanna suck up to me? Not afraid to tell you, Ni Hao, 'Hao' as in a wealthy chap!" Ni Hao said, lifting his head.
"Teaching me to smash phones? You should get one first!" Ni Hao sneered ceaselessly, looking around at the people and laughing loudly: "Did you hear that? He wants to teach me how to smash phones! This is hilarious."
Lu Xiaobu shook his head, yawned, then reached for Ni Hao's 8888 phone and smashed it on the ground.
The phone shattered into pieces.
The people around also had their eyes shattered on the ground.
Is this how you teach people to smash phones?
Smashing other people's phones?
Aren't you just a prodigal son?
You're clearly a scoundrel!
"You damn!" Ni Hao immediately got furious, slammed the table, stood up, and swung his fist at Lu Xiaobu: "You dare smash my phone?!"
"Your phone?" Lu Xiaobu pursed his lips: "Qianmin, call my original phone."
"Oh." Wu Qianmin stopped being awkward, and called Lu Xiaobu's original phone.
"Hahaha, being rich means you can do whatever you want!"
Suddenly, a weird ringtone came through, coming from the phone Lu Xiaobu just smashed.
Everyone was stunned.
"This isn't this wastrel's sound, huh?"
"Whose phone is this?"
"How is this possible? I clearly..." Ni Hao was dumbfounded, his fist hanging in the air, unable to smash down.
"You've never used this kind of phone, huh." Lu Xiaobu smiled: "Though this phone isn't pretty, it has a strong anti-theft feature. Did you think you couldn't make calls just by removing the card?"
Wu Qianmin's eyes rolled: "This wastrel threw this phone into the sewer this morning, you picked it up huh."
She had to properly mock this 'wealthy chap'.
Who can mock Lu Xiaobu?
Now everyone understood, looking disdainfully at Ni Hao.
"A fake wealthy man meets a real wealthy man."
"Your face is so thick, using someone else's discarded phone to show off in front of them?"
"Smashing phones? Shameful, still thinking about picking up girls?"
"You, just wait for me." Ni Hao gritted his teeth, threw down a harsh word, turned his head and ran, now fully embarrassed.
"Let's continue, another round." Lu Xiaobu laughed loudly: "It's still mine."
The bar plunged into frenzy again.
"Prodigal son Lu Xiaobu!"
"What now? Heard someone was causing trouble on my turf?"
A man dressed in Emporio Armani couture, entered slowly through the bar door that Ni Hao pushed open.
Behind him followed a group of men and women, all wearing domestic and international branded clothes, making them appear like a dazzling group of gold as they entered, catching everyone's eyes!
The women in the bar immediately saw stars in their eyes, wishing they could immediately go up and cling to a big leg, fishing for a wealthy man.
The men, seeing this scene, felt envious but had no choice but to respectfully address him as "Young Master Zhang."
"Young Master Zhang, it's that guy causing trouble over there, he said your bar is a low-end place only poor people would come to," Ni Hao accused bluntly, without mincing words.
"Oh? Seems guy is rich?"
A faint anger laced Zhang Wenliang's words. He had noticed that guy the moment he walked in. This bar was his family's property. On his turf, everyone addressed him as Young Master Zhang, but that guy didn't even turn his head?
"Young Master Zhang, it's not..." Liang Lan hurriedly tried to explain. What's wrong with this Ni Hao?
Upon hearing this, Ni Hao's face darkened, and he quickly whispered: "Young Master Zhang, Sister Lan just gave that guy her personal phone number. Look at that piece of paper, it's the phone number. I was so pissed, that's why I did what I did."
"What?!" Zhang Wenliang's face turned utterly dark.
He had long coveted Liang Lan. If his father hadn't explicitly forbidden it, he would have forced himself on her already. Now, Liang Lan was acting so ungrateful.
"Sister Lan, you go busy yourself."
Zhang Wenliang cut off Liang Lan, walked over with his entourage, and approached Lu Xiaobu.
"I..." Liang Lan was furious but couldn't say anything. She knew full well what Zhang Wenliang was thinking, so she had to keep quiet now. The more she said, the more danger Lu Xiaobu would be in.
Ni Hao's face showed an evil grin—With Young Master Zhang here, Sister Lan was definitely out of the question, but that pure-looking schoolgirl by that wastrel's side was top-notch too. Messing with her would surely be exhilarating. Leveraging Young Master Zhang's influence, there's certainly a lot to gain!
By this time, the bar had gone utterly silent, everyone casting pitiful glances at Lu Xiaobu's back, still messing around with Wu Qianmin—they have no idea of the severity!
"This friend, seems quite disrespectful." Zhang Wenliang looked down at Lu Xiaobu's back.
"What? I don't qualify as one who should be respected?"
Lu Xiaobu stopped horsing around, swirled the juice in his glass, spun his chair, backed against the bar, and faced Zhang Wenliang.
Seeing Lu Xiaobu, Zhang Wenliang didn't say another word, and backhanded Ni Hao across the face: "Are you blind, you know who this is? Does making decisions concerning Young Master Lu concern you?"
Lu Xiaobu is well-known in their circle. If it's comparing family assets, there are many who have more than the Lu Family.
But when it comes to spending money? Wasting wealth? Throwing away tens and hundreds of thousands like it's nothing?
Young Master Lu is definitely first, no question.
Thus, nitpicking Young Master Lu's actions is not something small fry like Ni Hao can afford.
This is the circle's pride, regardless of friends or foes.
"Young Master Zhang, you!"
Ni Hao stood dumbfounded.
And, Young Master Zhang, you're calling this guy who tried to steal your woman, Young Master Lu?
Isn't this your territory?
Can someone explain to me— even if I crossed someone I shouldn't have, it shouldn't be this quick!
The people inside the bar were also dumbfounded—just like that? Face smacking? Young Master Zhang, what about your anger?
But Zhang Wenliang continued, "Young Master Lu, I heard you never come to places ! Did you come here today just to slap me across the face?"
"Slap you across the face? Not interested. just that today I got more allowance than usual, nowhere to spend it, and can't sleep if I don't spend it all, so I had to come here and waste some money."
Lu Xiaobu told the plain truth. Three hundred thousand is just three attribute points. How can he sleep without adding those attribute points?
Yet, his calm words, like diamonds, shone in the bar, overshadowing the glimmers of the sons and daughters of gold.
"Uh..." Zhang Wenliang was stunned.
"Uh..." The wealthy sons were stunned.
"Uh..." Everyone in the bar was stunned.
"Hey!" Wu Qianmin slapped her smooth forehead.
Meanwhile, one phrase echoed in everyone's minds—real wastrel!
"But, Young Master Lu, you talk big, but I heard you can't even produce a mobile phone now. Isn't that a bit embarrassing?"
Zhang Wenliang said with a smile, filled with an aggressive vibe.
Nor Hao has no right to lecture Lu Xiaobu, but he does!