One gold bar, two gold bars…
A pile of gold bars, two piles of gold bars…
Yan Fei, like an industrious little bee, held an old flashlight and swiftly tossed every glittering gold bar he could see—along with the racks holding them—into his own "world." Sure, he had his own gold mine and didn't lack this stuff, but come on, someone else's gold versus his own? It's not quite the same, is it?
Not to mention, isn't stuffing other people's gold into his own pockets kind of amusing?
These Americans, weren't they just riding high on some dogshit luck from a few years ago? Now their economy's a little stronger, and suddenly they're all acting high and mighty, looking down on others like they're better than everyone?
Make them paupers, turn their money into worthless paper, drag their economy backward—let's see how cocky they are afterward!
