If Zhang Caidie had encountered an ordinary person, it would have been very difficult to refuse her, whether out of sympathy for her appearance or in front of the camera.
Unfortunately for Zhang Caidie, she met Gong Qiming, who was anything but ordinary.
"Do you know how to calculate?"
Zhang Caidie: "Huh?"
"What's the use of strength in numbers? Each person's ticket costs the same, and putting your money together won't get you a discount. What's the point of banding together?"
Zhang Caidie didn't expect Gong Qiming to be so blunt and argued forcefully, "But there's a saying that three cobblers together make a Zhuge Liang, and with everyone together, we can come up with more ideas."
Gong Qiming politely declined, "Even when people pick up bottles, they have their own territories. Let's go our separate ways—it's better that way—"
He intentionally didn't finish his sentence on camera.
Yet his look was more infuriating to Zhang Caidie than any harsh words could have been.
