Chapter 2723 - 1691: Sunflower Seeds and Peanuts

Chapter 2723: Chapter 1691: Sunflower Seeds and Peanuts

"Did you hear that? I’m talking about you."

Rather than flying into a rage or slamming his fist on the table, Martial Saint simply raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looking handsome and charming.

"What’s wrong with being a country bumpkin? Your old man here is originally from the countryside."

Wu Guangjiang found it quite peculiar.

He cares about appearances, yet sometimes doesn’t. At this moment, he remained indifferent, continuing to crack the sunflower seeds loudly.

The waiter came over with two more plates of sunflower seeds and peanuts, the tray larger than before.

"That’s it for now."

Martial Saint finished ordering and handed the high-end paper menu back, glancing over at the table not labeled as "country bumpkins."

Tsk.

Turns out she’s a beauty.

A bright pink, polyester Chanel-style tweed jacket, with pearl buttons gleaming under the strong light. The lace camisole purposely revealed large portions of her shoulders and legs, with sparkling sequins and rivet decorations that caught the eye. Below, her legs wrapped in shimmering stockings, and on her feet, a pair of lacquered red-soled high heels were the finishing touch to the ensemble.

He scanned her from top to bottom swiftly and then looked away without any hesitation.

Thinking of the people he spends time with every day.

Over time, his taste has been unconsciously but significantly refined.

The girl’s looks were above average, but her demeanor was too vulgar; you can tell a woman’s "class" from her outfit.

Colors too saturated, flamboyant details, not to mention showing both her face and legs.

Summed up in one word.

Cheap and tasteless.

"Wu Guangjiang, those photos of yours, don’t post them on Moments, don’t let my sister see them."

Martial Saint acted as if nothing had happened, visibly more relaxed. Otherwise, if it were Wu Guangjiang being scolded in the past, he wouldn’t have looked on indifferently.

Wu Guangjiang cracked sunflower seeds with one hand and pressed them down with the other, "Relax, I don’t have your sister as a friend."

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"..."

"..."

Jiang Chen couldn’t help but chuckle.

Martial Saint shook his head in admiration, also grabbing a handful of peanuts.

"Let me show you, Peace Hotel really isn’t all that impressive. Come to East Sea yourself to experience, see? There’s even someone here cracking sunflower seeds."

The meticulously yet garishly dressed Chanel-style beauty was alone, apparently ordering the 888-afternoon tea set, holding her phone and speaking to herself, adjusting the camera slightly toward Boss Jiang’s table.

Claiming Peace Hotel is nothing extraordinary, yet her tone was full of feigned modesty and pretentiousness.

No surprises there.

That beauty is engaged in one of the most popular professions.

Internet beggar.

Bah.

How could one say that.

She’s clearly a gorgeous and seductive but unattainable beauty streamer.

Look.

Spending money at a place like Peace Hotel is definitely worth it; in a small unimaginative restaurant, you wouldn’t have the chance to encounter such a beauty streamer.

Having come from the countryside of Bashu to East Sea, Martial Saint’s aesthetics had upgraded, his perspective widened; before, he’d definitely feast his eyes upon such a pretty woman, but now he finds women’s allure less intense.

However, this streamer speaking Mandarin successfully caught his attention.

East Sea’s xenophobia is well-known.

Being called a country bumpkin, nothing surprising.

Yet this streamer isn’t from East Sea.

Don’t ask him how he knows.

Having been in East Sea for so long, he’s familiar with that distinct local accent.

Just listen to Sister Qian Qian speak, the contrast is obvious.

"Bro, did you hear?"

Martial Saint whispered to Jiang Chen.

Boss Jiang being a man of experience, remained calm, chatting casually with Father Lan and Lan’s mother, cracking seeds without any qualms about identity.

Of course.

He’s not a celebrity hopping around the screen every day, nor a internet sensation with millions of followers, how could he easily be recognized?

If he was recognized, he wouldn’t have earned himself a condescending label like country bumpkin.

Finding himself ignored, Martial Saint didn’t pursue further, turned to see that streamer still aiming the camera toward their side, presumably using them as today’s live stream material.

To hear more clearly what she’s sharing with her live room family, Martial Saint took out his phone.

Always believe in the power of big data.

Industry-leading live stream platform, it’s definitely Star Sky.

Martial Saint opened Star Sky, clicked on nearby, and after a few swipes found a streamer broadcasting 0.1 km from him.

Though her appearance had the assistance of a beauty filter and looked different from the real person, she wore a bright pink Chanel-style jacket exactly matching the same brand.

Martial Saint clicked in.

Whoa.

Hundreds of people.

"If you guys come to East Sea, I’d still suggest Peninsula or Eastern Star for a better experience. As for Peace Hotel... just check it off."

She really knows East Sea’s high-end hotels like the back of her hand.

Oh right.

Eastern Star, isn’t that the family business?

Hmm.

She does have some taste.

"Ah, demystifying Peace Hotel."

"In my youth, I vowed to see the Louvre once, but now no need, I’ve already seen the Mona Lisa in my heart."

"Streamer, I’m really going on a business trip to East Sea next week, can you recommend a hotel where I might encounter you?"

"East Sea has Oriental Pearl, I also want you to be my dazzling pearl in my hand."

"Streamer, stop looking at those country bumpkins, show me your stockings."

Hundreds of people in the live room, truly bringing together all sorts of people.

At first, Martial Saint was immersed in watching, but upon seeing this "country bumpkin" comment, he felt uncomfortable.

But he’s quite polite.

Before commenting, he first spent his own money to send her a lollipop.