Chapter 1291: The Sword Is Here
If Reporter Ximen had said a few nice things, Li Bai might have given him that 180,000-yuan Alpha after all.
Why make a fuss about borrowing it? Wouldn't it be better to just be happy?
Damn it, he had to put on a show!
He'd pay for any damage with a new one?
What a boast!
He probably couldn't scrape together even ten thousand yuan by emptying his pockets right now.
Buying an SLR camera doomed three generations to poverty. Camera buffs were all poor; rich people played with girls, and the more unconventional ones played with men.
After seeing Reporter Ximen off, Li Bai continued calling people in. Quite a few needed psychological intervention—at least thirty—and a long line had formed outside the tent.
The people who came in one by one were all Chinese. Like Sun Fatty, they had been badly frightened by the Armored Nightmare. Every one of them was pale, their legs trembling.
Li Bai didn't have any real medicine for them. He gave each person a box of chocolate, using the sugar to stimulate dopamine production and soothe their wounded spirits. Chocolate had a mild calming effect, and its side effects were far less serious than those of medication. That was the beauty of food therapy: it was safe, with no need to worry about side effects.
Diabetics were, of course, an exception.
And if they ate too much, they'd get stuffed and put on weight. Who could they blame for that?
The Black people who had fled alongside them could only fend for themselves. Li Bai wasn't taking them on.
His reason was perfectly sound: they couldn't understand each other, so they'd just be talking at cross purposes and staring blankly at one another. What was the point