Generally speaking, dating was not very friendly to men. The "Men's Rest Chairs" outside shops and in malls were the clearest proof.
For most men, they simply looked at the performance and price of what they wanted to buy, made their decision in one pass, paid, and went home.
For women on dates, shopping and browsing were entertainment in themselves. They could enjoy looking around and talking with the sales staff—haggling—while satisfying their senses, emotional need for interaction, and even physical exertion. Since it was entertainment and enjoyment, they could spend an entire day and night on it. Those with a stronger addiction could keep it up for a whole week. Why would they find it tiring?
So many men truly could not understand why their wives or girlfriends complained that a grocery basket's handle was cutting into their hands, yet dragged them into a "hell marathon" from the morning onward on their sole day off after a week of grueling overtime.
"This one, this one, and this one."
Seeing Chris so excited, Lu PingAn had expected the classic follow-up: "Wrap up everything except these three." After all, their household really was not short on Credit Coins anymore.
"These ones are clearly infringing on our technology. You used our technical patents. Do you have authorization? If not, prepare to pay compensation."
Everyone present, from the other side to the onlookers—and even Lu PingAn—was stunned by Big Cat's astonishing move.
You thought I was going for a reversal? I predicted your prediction, and then predicted your prediction of my prediction. Watching Chris skillfully pull out technical documents and patent licenses, even Lu PingAn was a little dumbfounded.
He had seen hooligans before, but never hooligans this outrageous. At least, not in this timeline.
But they had only come to buy some