Agritainment Hall
After Jiang Ning and the others left, the hall became much quieter. Lin Zida stopped playing games, grabbed a bag of sunflower seeds, and went to the bar to watch the game on the big screen.
Just then, two fashionably dressed middle-aged women asked, "Where is Private Room No. 6?"
Zhuang Jianhui pointed them in the right direction.
Once the hall was completely empty, Lin Zida chuckled. "That guy earlier was pretty funny too. Damn, you made one dunk, and he praised you like you were one of a kind in the whole world."
Zhuang Jianhui drank his grape juice, unconcerned. "It's not that I'm awesome. He's just too fake."
Given his family background, if he could be won over by a couple of flattering words, that would make him look downright idiotic.
Zhuang Jianhui shook his can. "A little clever, but not much."
He had no regard for people who were smooth in every direction and changed with the wind. There were far too many people like that.
"That's true," Lin Zida said.
He glanced down at his phone. "Boss Yang killed a free-range chicken for us. Want to braise it for lunch later? Add some cold dishes and fruit, okay?"
"Sure." Zhuang Jianhui had no complaints about his current life. He was free from his parents' control and could play whatever he wanted.
"Wang Yong said he found a pit dug by an excavator at the River Dam the day before yesterday. He even saw some middle schoolers swimming in it," Lin Zida continued.
Zhuang Jianhui turned to look at him. "You're planning to...?"
Were a bunch of high schoolers going to swim in some huge pit? No. That was far too undignified. He absolutely would not go.
Lin Zida grinned. "Didn't we get a water