Shi Xiaoming could keep fleecing Ma Hua like a sheep.
Because no one else had as big a mouth as Ma Hua.
He had also tried asking You Zhiyong, Pei Fei, and several others he got along with.
But those people kept their mouths shut tight.
Unlike Ma Hua, who only needed a few flattering words.
Before he was sweet-talked into losing all sense of direction.
"What's so special about that? You have no idea..."
Ma Hua was so pleased by Shi Xiaoming's flattery that he launched into an endless account.
At first, Ye Yuan listened with great interest.
But then he suddenly felt something was off.
When the hell had the Red Sea ever been as brutal as Ma Hua made it sound? This bastard was turning life into a drama.
Sometimes, Ye Yuan even considered it.
Should he introduce this guy to Wei Hua or Ouyang Yushan?
With this fellow's storytelling skills.
It would be a waste of that rotten mouth if he did not go plague the entertainment industry.
Because Ma Hua's story became too absurd, Ye Yuan could only tune him out for the time being.
He merely watched Shi Xiaoming listen with rapt attention.
Ye Yuan even began to wonder whether the silly kid had been brainwashed by Ma Hua.
Otherwise, how could he sit through such a riddled-with-errors story?
The White Dolphin spent several days in this relaxed atmosphere.
During that time, it successfully passed through the Strait of Malacca.
The Strait of Malacca stretched roughly 1,080 kilometers. Its northwestern end was as wide as 370 kilometers, while its narrowest point in the Singapore Strait to the southeast was only 37 kilometers wide.
It was an international waterway linking the Pacific Ocean and the Indian Ocean.
The Strait of Malacca had a long history.