It is rumored in the circle that I am a top venture capitalist who retired from Wall Street, and He Zong is the prince who came down to experience life in the Beijing circle.
Tonight, we are in a top French restaurant, drinking red wine worth RMB 100,000, and talking about multi-billion multinational projects.
The atmosphere was extremely harmonious until the waiter handed over the bill of 186,000.
He Zong threw out the black card: "Swipe mine."
Didi alarm from the machine: [The card has been frozen]
I smiled and took out my platinum card: "Swipe mine."
The machine alarms again: [Insufficient balance]
Ten minutes later, we were both wearing couture suits and staring at each other in the police station.
I scolded him with red eyes: "Aren't you the fucking prince of Beijing?!"
He Zong was furious: "I was kicked out of my house half a month ago and I don't have a penny! Did you rent these clothes by the hour?! There's a fucking hole in your torn socks!"
The two poor men competed with each other with their acting skills, and were eventually detained because they couldn't pay for their meals.
We thought this was the end of social life, until black market debt collectors came to our door, and we were forced to sign a deed of betrayal, and as a "top power", we broke into the traps and secrets of real wealthy families.
No money? Rely on acting. No rights? By lying.
Later, the fake show came true and destroyed the entire Vanity Fair.
On the night of the celebration banquet, He Zong pushed me down on the sofa in a low-cost rental house and bit my ear: "Auditor Lin, shouldn't the meal money of 180,000 yuan be repaid in other ways?"
[Double falling horse + cheating and cheating + mutual competition + strong and strong + two poor guys killing Vanity Fair]
[Extremely stingy/Poison-tongued Flower Auditor vs. Outstanding Combat Power/Rough Man and Downtrodden Prince Gong]
