Brother Xin lay on the bed, not telling the truth. Nothing was set in stone, and he didn't want the person on the opposite bed to have other thoughts.
"He asked me to catch up, and I agreed. It's rare that he still thinks about me. It's good that I was nice to him before."
In other words, those bullies on the other bed shouldn't expect Yu Haoming to be polite to them.
The muscular man felt uncomfortable; he also wanted to know powerful people.
If he'd known Yu Haoming would be successful one day, he would have treated him better.
The rat-faced young man pouted, thinking that even if Yu Haoming got rich, remembering the little kindness from Brother Xin, it wouldn't make them rich too.
Maybe one day he'd live better than them. Working for others isn't as carefree as being your own boss.
He's already joined an organization that teaches how to be a boss. Once he learns, he'll move into a big villa. With women and money, he could do whatever he wants.
