Han Lie was somewhat curious about the grudges and rivalries among the rich heirs of Magic Capital. Panzi always talked about the previous generation, while Pan Ge had yet to truly enter the circle, so he was completely in the dark about the young people's circle.
To understand, just ask. This is the privilege of the strong.
"Are there many circles among the second generation in Magic Capital? Why does it seem so chaotic?"
"What?!"
Fang Yuan shouted back.
Even he, who was closest, couldn't hear, not to mention others.
Han Lie glanced at the noisy front seat booths, frowned slightly, beckoned the marketing manager over, and then Du Xiaoshuai also approached.
"When you serve the drinks later, be quieter."
Han Lie leaned closer, stared into his eyes, and instructed indifferently.
"I mean, keep the music to the lowest volume, the DJ shouldn't speak, the atmosphere team should be silent, just line up and serve the drinks."
"Ah?!!! Oh oh..."
