Zhang Daqi knew that he cherished his reputation and wasn't good at conquering others, so he let go.
Zhang Bide, seeing himself now sober, said boldly, "What else can I know? Just listening to people's chats!"
"We have so many customers transferring funds at our store!" Although Zhou Yong didn't know Zhang Daqi's audacious intentions, he also helped Zhang Daqi raise his voice.
Ma Youliang knew that the hotel was a place where people from all walks of life gathered, and various true and false messages were flying around. He no longer doubted it.
The three chatted for a long time. Zhang Dadan asked boldly, "Uncle Ma, are you over 40?"
Upon hearing his words, Ma Youliang asked about his age. He suddenly felt lonely. He was already 43 years old, having worked in the county government for five or six years. He couldn't take another step forward.
"I'm already 43, utterly useless!" Ma Youliang sighed with some self-pity.
