There was a line of poetry: "The winter wind knows my heart, and chills one to the bone."
But on this street, the wind could sometimes make people feel warm.
It did not even need the wind's assistance. Some people, whether squatting or lying down, were already frantically testing the edge of danger with their very posture.
But Lin Li's gaze directly skipped over those people, as well as all-female groups.
He was not a ride-hailing driver, nor was he a taxi driver with a licensed cab. And he was male—parentheses, a handsome male.
In the middle of the night, if a man drove up and said he would take you home, any normal woman would be wary. For safety's sake, she definitely would not get in.
Of course, as Bar Dance Love Shake Street, combined with his face, there would definitely be women willing to get in.
Remember, there were three essential elements to picking up girls: looks, money, and lawsuits.
To pull off smooth moves, aside from getting a new little chick on Zhuanzhuan, you also had to have at least one of those elements.
If you had no looks, then go with the money-eating strategy.
If you had no money, then go with the looks-eating strategy.
If you had neither money nor looks, then all you could do was go with the lawsuit-eating strategy.
Lin Li had looks, plus money that could not be fully liquidated. Naturally, it was feasible. If he really intended to do it, he would definitely get results, and afterward, there definitely would not be any trouble.
But that would be putting the cart before the horse.
Lin Li was here to complete a mission, not to pick up wasted girls.
Besides, yesterday... no, the day before yesterday, he had just kissed Ying