That man did not quite understand Cheng Lang's train of thought. "What?"
"Almost forgot—people like you, corporate executives, probably earn an annual salary!" Cheng Lang asked again, "Including your year-end bonus, how much do you make in a year?"
The man seemed to have guessed what Cheng Lang was about to say. His face suddenly darkened.
Cheng Lang continued, "How old are you this year? Are you even thirty yet?"
The man sneered. "No matter how much I make now, there are some kinds of money I wouldn't earn even if you beat me to death."
"I understand." Cheng Lang nodded and said with a beaming smile, "Some people make money with their faces, while others make money by having no shame. Some people may not have much of a face, but they still care about their dignity, so they work hard and rely on their talent. They can still earn the money they want."
"But people like you, who have no face and no shame, I really have no idea what you rely on to make money!"
"Other people's lack of brains, or your own lack of dignity?"
The man stared at Cheng Lang in astonishment. It took him a long while to react, and then he snapped furiously, "You actually dared to insult me? Isn't White Jade Capital's policy service first? As a resident singer, you dare insult a customer? Believe it or not, I'll file a complaint against you?"
"Don't slander White Jade Capital's service standards." Cheng Lang showed him the time. "It's eleven thirty at night. I took an hour off today, and I got off work at eleven. In other words, by the time you came looking for me, I was already off duty."
"Part-time employees are not service staff after they clock out. As