"I've been spending a lot of money lately chasing women and living it up. This is all the spare change I have left. You don't mind, do you?" Xia Ping put on an embarrassed expression.
Damn, it really was a case of the rich feasting behind vermilion gates while the poor froze to death in the streets!
The man in the floral shirt's face turned green. It was nearly fifty million Universal Coins, and this bastard was still putting on an act, saying it was just the spare change he had on him. Who said something so infuriating?
And he claimed he'd spent most of his money living it up. My God, how did you even spend that much? Poverty had completely limited his imagination.
At that moment, the man in the floral shirt understood what it meant to be consumed by envy and jealousy. This guy was so damn lucky. Born into a good family, he could spend all day eating, drinking, and playing around with beautiful women. He could even be a good-for-nothing and still be fine.
Meanwhile, someone as capable as him had to spend every day scamming people just to earn a little spending money. Why was the gap between people so damn huge? He couldn't accept it.
"No, no, I don't mind."
Though this bastard had nearly angered him into vomiting blood, the man in the floral shirt still put on a breezy air, pretending he'd seen plenty of big deals and that a mere fifty million Universal Coins meant nothing to him.
But his eyes betrayed him. They remained fixed on the astonishing balance in the bank account, bloodshot with greed. He wished he could claim the money as his own right away.
"That's good."
Xia Ping said with satisfaction, "I'd like to use