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Rude Guy A: “Mr. Song, where are you working these days?”

Song Tao: “Nothing fancy, I just sell fish.”

Rude Guy B: “You must make close to a hundred thousand a year, right?”

Song Tao: “I make over a hundred thousand.”

Rude Guy C: “Hahaha, that’s not bad! The cleaner who scrubs toilets at our company only makes a little over a hundred thousand a year.”

Rude Guy D: “Need us to lend you a hundred thousand so you can rent another fish stall?”

Song Tao: “Sorry, but each of my fish-farming cages costs a hundred million yuan.”