In front of the Imperial Capital, watching the disheveled men and women, even those with their butts exposed, being loaded onto the cars, Xiao Feng couldn't be happier.
With this operation, Shen Tianze was bound to lose at least a million, and that's just in economic terms, not taking into account the subsequent impact of public opinion.
Thinking about it brought Xiao Feng a joy greater than earning a million himself.
Just then, his phone rang in his pocket. Xiao Feng took it out and saw that the caller ID was Shi Jiaxin.
"Hello!" Xiao Feng answered the call.
But the voice that came through wasn't Shi Jiaxin's; it was a deep male voice: "So, ladies, I've already toasted in advance, now it's your turn."
Xiao Feng furrowed his brow, immediately realizing that this call was probably secretly made by Shi Jiaxin.
Sure enough, Shi Jiaxin's voice followed: "Drinking is boring. Why don't we follow the ancients and come up with a theme, and each write a poem about it?"
