Rural tourism hall.
After Jiang Ning and the others left, the hall became much quieter. Lin Zida stopped playing games, grabbed a bag of sunflower seeds, and walked to the bar to watch the basketball game on the big screen.
At this time, two stylishly-dressed middle-aged women asked, "Where's room 6?"
Zhuang Jianhui pointed them to the location.
Once the hall was completely empty, Lin Zida chuckled, "That guy earlier was something else. Dude, you make a dunk, and he praises you like there's none other in the world."
Zhuang Jianhui took a sip of grape juice, indifferent, "It's not that I'm amazing, he's just too fake."
With his kind of family background, if he were easily flattered by a few words, it would make him look foolish.
Zhuang Jianhui shook the can, "A bit of cleverness, but not much."
Things like being versatile and opportunistic, he didn't hold in high regard; there were too many people like that.
Lin Zida: "That's for sure."
