Reporter: "Mr. Ye Feng, what's your dream?"
"An endless supply of meat, an endless supply of wine, and more money than I can spend."
Reporter: "I hear you own a hundred luxury cars. Is that true?"
"That's a rumor, nothing but a rumor. I don't have that many cars. If you want to know about luxury cars, ask my little housekeeper. Her family has over a hundred."
Reporter: "I hear you buy several tons of caviar, truffles, and abalone every year. Do you give them away, or eat them yourself?"
A beautiful woman dressed as a maid ran over. "Brother Ye, Da Huang and the others aren't eating again. Your dogs are so picky."
Ye Feng said helplessly, "You must have been feeding them nothing but abalone again. How could they eat anything else? Pair the caviar with an '85 Lafite, and Da Huang will like it."
"Oh, got it."
Ye Feng shook his head and sat down. "Miss, what were you asking me?"
Reporter: "..."
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
