Tang Wan gives out a cold “Hmph” sound, then suddenly stretches out her pale white hands, in one movement grabbing onto Yang Chen’s collared shirt button, charmingly rolls her eyes at Yang Chen, and says, “A handmade collared shirt from Italy, this style is designed specially for royal families yet it does not have a brand or logo. However, the button is made of blue diamonds from South Africa, with state-of-the-art polishing technology. This simple piece of clothing is priced at least at 10 million RMB. Do you seriously think nobody would recognize such a product, and instead think you are wearing an inferior brand shirt with plastic buttons?”
Yang Chen is embarrassed as he did not expect that anybody would recognize his shirt’s true value, however he soon turns to laughter and said: “Miss Tang indeed has a great insight, however you are still wrong. This blue diamond was produced in Namibia, and not South Africa.”
“And you still say that you’re not a young master from any family? Only few in the entire Zhong Hai is qualified to wear clothes that use Namibian blue diamonds as buttons… It is not fun to lie.” Tang Wan squints her eyes as she has nothing left to say.
Yang Chen ferociously takes the few last drags off the cigarette, then tosses it into the river, and says in a depressed manner: “Miss Tang, let us not beat around the bush. It is true that you are beautiful. If I, Yang Chen, would like to sleep with you, there’s no reason for me to pretend to be a mutton skewer seller to do so. I had already said that I’m just a mutton skewer seller. Who says a mutton skewer seller can’t wear a shirt that is worth 10 million? Can’t you just trust me, and change the subject into something more romantic?”