Baima Wangmu was on the phone, cursing and ranting at AT&T about something, seeming quite agitated.
But he quickly hung up the satellite phone, his face instantly breaking into a wide grin as he turned his gaze to Feng Shan.
"Buddy, AT&T will be calling you back soon."
"Thanks!" After watching Baima Wangmu's performance, Feng Shan felt he had been far too reserved.
Baima Wangmu waved his hand and said sincerely, "My friend, in this shithole of the United States, money makes you king. You're like a lot of other Chinese people—too humble. That's no good. The more humble you are, the more those bastards will look down on you. You have to be tough."
"Understood!" Feng Shan accepted Baima Wangmu's advice.
Immediately after, he received a call from an unknown number.
When he answered, it was indeed the AT&T customer service manager. Unlike their previous conversation, his tone was now exceptionally pleasant, making Feng Shan feel as if he were basking in a spring breeze.
