Now that he was at the bar, Lin Chu had no desire to order the Divine Dragon Set. When he was short on cash before, ordering it was a decent way to front. But with his current net worth, where a single piece of land could bring in a return of several hundred million, ordering it now felt a little low-class.
He just ordered a random cocktail to wet his whistle.
"What's your relationship with this An Yunzhi?"
Zhou Luan hadn't returned yet. Lin Chu casually lit a cigarette, deciding to sound out Xiaokangkang first.
Any goddess—especially a young, beautiful one from a prominent family—would never lack suitors. Claiming the line of them stretched from here to France might be an exaggeration, but a line from Che Kung Temple to Shawei would be no problem at all.
When it came to handling this sort of thing, Lin Chu's approach was always consistent. 'Garbage.'
'The ones you have to chase—I'm not saying it's an absolute rule, but at least 99.99% of them—aren't into you.'
