In the swimming hall, Boss Ma, half-reclining on a lounge chair, watched with eagle-sharp eyes as a long-legged beauty walked past him. Then, twisting his head, he frowned at Shen Qiang, who was fiddling with his phone, and said, "I say, Qiang, can you quit messing with that busted phone of yours? With all these long-legged beauties around and you're staring at your phone, what for?"
Shen Qiang smiled, put down his phone, and said, "Got some private stuff to deal with."
"The guy blackmailing you?" Sun Kaiping said from the other side.
Seeing Shen Qiang's somewhat surprised expression.
Boss Ma laughed and said, "Stop playing dumb, Qiang, you can't hide that kind of thing from me and Old Sun. We've been in the antiques market for most of our lives, what kinds of people haven't we seen? What haven't we encountered? Some things, you just need to take one look, and you can guess pretty accurately what's going on."
