According to the instructions of the guards, I walked towards the inside. Rich people are just different. A small courtyard is bigger than my broken business. I don’t know how many times. No wonder the lyrics say that propriety, justice and shame are not as important as money.
When I entered the door, I saw an old man in a robe smoking a big cigarette and I came in. The old man didn’t even move his ass. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye and said, "Young man, this is a private place. What are you doing here?" Shit,…