"That guy's gone!"
Li Bai watched the black man leave with unsteady steps, looking rather dejected.
Honestly, Black people seemed to pick up Chinese more easily than white people did. And the more they understood, the more it hurt.
"Short Song Line" was a straight-up critical hit. It shattered his worldview on the spot, even more brutally than a Double 11 flash sale.
"Was that him? Honest Tom?"
Yu Yue quietly glanced back and immediately recognized him, looking a little surprised.
It was truly unexpected. That honest, enthusiastic young black man had another identity after all.
As the old saying went, the world was full of treacherous people. You could know someone's face but not their heart.
"Keep your guard up around everyone else, including your coworkers. Understand? When you're out in the world, you need to protect yourself. Don't give in to temptation too easily, like that."
Li Bai casually pointed toward a spot nearby.
At some point, a ridiculous oil tycoon had started flinging US dollar bills at Qingyao Demoness, one stack after another. The green banknotes fluttered down like a shower of flower petals.
Yu Yue looked over and was instantly dumbfounded.
"..."
Damn, US dollar players really were something!
She'd only ever heard of people doing this before. This was her first time seeing it in person. It was crude and straightforward, no explanation needed: he was just throwing money at her.
Qingyao Demoness didn't look up or turn her head. She just kept eating and eating and eating... Eating was the greatest joy.
"Miss, one hundred thousand dollars. Just spend tonight with me, and money won't be an issue... I'm Abdullah. My status will never let you down. If you're good enough in bed, I'll allow you to become my sixth wife..."
The ridiculous oil