As soon as Gong Ruini went down one floor, she saw how lively it was over at Zhao Guangran's place.
"Wow, this décor is honestly a bit tacky." She walked in and saw a glittering golden bull.
People who play the stock market like bulls, symbolizing a bull market, but come on, there's no need to use pure gold; that shine is blinding.
"And you actually put this thing right by the door—are you trying to get someone to steal it?" Putting it here, besides blinding visitors, is basically announcing to any would‑be thief: I've got money.
Honestly, if there's a way to be more ostentatious, he'd find it; this is exactly the kind of thing only Zhao Guangran would do—fits his personality to a T.
Gong Ruini was full of contempt, and Zhao Guangran caught it all. "So? How is it?"
"Let me tell you, it may look vulgar, but it's insanely lucky for me." Some people say it's tacky, some say it screams nouveau riche.
Hmph, they're just jealous. How many people can actually compare with him?
