Chapter 222 The World of Rich People

Seeing the flattering look on Old Patch's face, I really wanted to point at his nose and yell: Hey, grandson!

However, respecting the elderly and caring for the young is a fine tradition of the Chinese nation, and treating others politely is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation that has been passed down through the ages.

I will never abandon the Chinese tradition that I have always adhered to because of the face of this disrespectful businessman, and lose the face of China in another world.

So, I stopped, frowned and raised my eyebrows, looking like a creditor, and said arrogantly: "Just tell me, do you want to go?"

"Go, I'll go, why don't you go? What kind of friendship do we have?" Old Patch said with a smile.

However, he did not move. Instead, he kept looking at me with his small eyes.

"What? Is there anything else?" I asked with a straight face.

Old Patch stretched out his right hand, thumb, index finger and middle finger, and rubbed the three fingers continuously. His expression of a profiteer made him express his interpretation vividly: "First..."

"I'll give you the money after you've finished picking, so you don't have to fool me." I said with a cold face, saying that I didn't have anything to say.

"How is that possible?" Old Patch pretended to be sincere and tried to impress me.

I gave him a cold look.

"Alas, the world is declining and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be. Where has the trust between people gone?" Old Patch sighed, pretending to be weakened by the vicissitudes of life.

"Ghost-faced spider skin, ghost-faced spider skin" I started chanting these five-character mantra again.

Ahem.

Lao Paqi choked on his saliva and had to cure his cough. For a long time, he blushed, lowered his head, and said to Lao Luo dejectedly: "Lead the way."

Seeing Old Patch's embarrassed look, I shouted to him in amusement: "Don't forget, you can only take three items. You must take the most expensive, most valuable and painful one!"

After watching old Patch leave, I turned to look at Harold. The expression on this guy's face was so wonderful. He wanted to get angry, but he was helpless. He wanted to endure it, but he couldn't help it. His whole body was like chaff. The sound kept trembling.

"Say, Harold," I said with a smile, "Are you free, let's talk?"

Harold took a deep breath, forced an ugly smile, and said, "Yes, if you have time, come with me."

After that, he took me up to the second floor and entered the innermost room.

The room is large, as big as the Fenghuang family's yard. It is filled with various antiques, furnishings, murals, and books.

Closing the door, Harold asked, "What do you want to tell me?"

I didn't answer him directly, but walked around the room and asked, "Does your room security department have ears on the walls?"

Harold casually walked to a sofa, sat down, and said, "Don't worry, this room may be small, but this is my private space, and outsiders are not allowed to enter at will."

"Small? Is this still young?" I really don't understand what the wealthy man is thinking.

Harold did not continue to argue with me about the size of the room. Instead, he sat quietly on the sofa, looked at me, and waited for my answer.

I spread my hands and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, there's no point in talking to you anymore."

Sitting on the other end of the sofa, I said, "Is there any water? I'm thirsty."

Seeing that Harold was still looking at me motionless, I immediately looked half-dead and said, "Oh, my throat is so thirsty that it's smoking. It's hard to talk, let alone talk."

Another row of black lines rose above Harold's head, but he still didn't move.

I sighed, with a look of disappointment on my face, and said, "I thought you wealthy people were so generous that you wouldn't even give your guests a glass of water. Oops."

I groaned as if I had a toothache. Harold finally couldn't bear it any longer. He stood up and walked to a food storage cabinet not far away. When he opened the cabinet door, a cool breeze came out and slowly flowed out. to all parts of the room.

"Ah! It feels so good!" I sighed to myself.

Not even ten seconds passed before the cabinet door closed again.

Harold had two more glass bottles in his hands. The bottles contained purple-red liquid, like flowing amethyst, dazzling and beautiful.

He handed over one of the bottles, and I took it, opened the bottle, and a scent instantly overflowed. I involuntarily took a deep breath, looking intoxicated.

Then, I couldn't wait to pick up the bottle, point it at the mouth of the bottle, and drink it hard.

In an instant, a cool and refreshing feeling spread from my stomach throughout my body, and my whole body felt refreshed instantly.

"Delicious!" I extended my thumb and praised, "Is this wine?"

"Just grape juice," Harold replied.

He poured the grape juice into the glass cup on the table and tasted it bit by bit like a gentleman.

He can drink such delicious food every day, not to mention delicious food, and in his eyes, such a big room is just a small one. Sure enough, the world of the rich is incomprehensible!

"Can we talk now?" Harold asked.

I rubbed my stomach and burped, still with a half-dead expression on my face: "I'm hungry."

"That's enough!" Harold's face turned red and his hands were shaking. Maybe he was angry this time.

Seeing that Harold was about to get angry, I had no choice but to give up and said with regret, "Oh, forget it, I won't bother you with food. My family will definitely save it for me."

After saying this, my face became serious and I said, "Harold, do you remember what I told you before?"

Harold nodded: "Remember, you asked me if I had any enemies in Airui City."

"Yes," I said seriously, "I am not doubting your popularity in Airui City, nor my personal character, but because of something that happened to me today."

"You mean," Harold asked tentatively, "that you were attacked?"

I nodded.

"But does this have anything to do with whether I have enemies?"

"It does matter." I grinned and said, "And it does matter a lot."

As I said that, I pointed to my pants.

Harold looked at my pants and asked, "What's wrong with these pants?"

"Of course there is a problem," I said, "These are your guild's uniform pants."

"Yes, they are our guild's pants." Suddenly, Harold seemed to understand something, and said with a serious face: "You mean, the person who attacked you did it because he saw you wearing our guild's pants?"

"What do you think?" I sat up and continued: "That person has no enmity with me, and we don't even know each other, but it was precisely because he saw my uniform pants that he attacked me. "

"Are you sure?" Harold looked at me suspiciously.

"Believe it or not?" I spread my hands, looked at him with disdain, and said, "If you really don't believe it, you can just pretend that I didn't say it."