Vincent was stunned. He thought he had said something incredibly impressive, something that warranted applause and clearly demonstrated the vast gap between them.
Yet here he was, being told to see a psychologist. What did they mean by "that little thing"? Everything he said was highly significant. In the past, simply uttering it would attract women to him like moths to a flame. Now, he was being mocked!
It made no sense. He had just mentioned the possibility of studying under Professor Steven, which would guarantee an annual income of fifty million. This was a tangible figure. How could they not understand?
While he was lost in thought, Li Se and Zhang Aimin had already moved on, completely ignoring him.
"Miss Zhang!" Vincent immediately pursued them. "After everything I've said, don't you understand? He might not, but you should! When I'm earning fifty million a year, following me will ensure you live a life of luxury. Why endure hardship with this fellow?"
"Who I choose to follow is my business. Besides, your so-called 'money' might seem significant to you, but to others, it's nothing." Zhang Aimin was speechless. How narcissistic could this Vincent be to think so highly of himself?
"Sister Min, some people just lack self-awareness," Li Se said helplessly.
Vincent almost choked. Who lacked self-awareness? He was being mocked by this person! Naturally, he felt indignant. "Even if I haven't officially become Professor Steven's student yet, my current annual salary is five million. Do you have that? Tell me, do you earn that much?"
"Is five million a lot?" Li Se retorted.
"For me, it's not much, but for you, it's likely more than you'll earn in your lifetime. And in the future, my annual salary will definitely reach fifty million. Or perhaps you're also in the finance industry? Come, tell me, who is your mentor? Which company do you work for?" Vincent refused to believe he could be surpassed by this young man.
"I'm not in the finance industry. I'm a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner," Li Se stated calmly.
"Pfft..." Vincent burst out laughing. "You're a TCM practitioner? That's hilarious! Does TCM make money? Well, maybe some old TCM doctors do, like those at 'Miraculous Hands Hall' in the capital. Those TCM doctors definitely earn money. But at your age, if I may say so, you probably can't even cure a common cold. Can you earn three thousand a month? And yet you have the audacity to claim five million isn't much. Even earning a hundred thousand a year would be considered good for you."
He was utterly exasperated. A TCM practitioner in his twenties dared to act so arrogantly in front of him. What were they thinking? Not only was Li Se too young to be a formidable TCM practitioner, but even if he were, earning a few hundred thousand a year would be exceptional. It was simply not in the same league as his own earnings.
Moreover, once he became Professor Steven's disciple, his annual salary would skyrocket to fifty million. That was the allure of a Wall Street wolf!
"How much I earn, whether it's tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, has little to do with you. You can earn five million or fifty million; that's your own business. Why are you flaunting your superiority here?" Li Se truly didn't know what to say. Sometimes, it wasn't that he deliberately offended people, but rather that these individuals were so foolish, practically offering their faces for him to slap.
"It's true, it doesn't have much to do with you. I just want you to understand the vast difference between us, and that I can provide Miss Zhang with happiness, while you cannot. Sometimes, letting go is also a form of love..." Vincent adopted an extremely arrogant demeanor, as he felt his capabilities far surpassed Li Se's.
"Alright, just go away now. Before I lose my patience and decide to hold grudges, get as far away from here as possible." Li Se waved his hand, cutting Vincent off. He truly had no more patience to listen to Vincent's incessant babbling.
"Husband, sometimes people are just like flies," Zhang Aimin said helplessly.
Vincent's expression darkened. He didn't fear Li Se's harsh words, but hearing Zhang Aimin say this was a severe blow to his pride. His face fell. "Miss Zhang, haven't you seen the immense gap between him and me?"
"Heh, the gap is indeed immense," Zhang Aimin smiled. "You're far behind my husband. But even if you were better than my husband, so what? Just because Professor Steven earns more money each year, does that mean I have to follow him? There's something wrong with your thinking. Does your mother also have such a mindset?"
Zhang Aimin was always quite blunt. She hadn't intended to engage in a lengthy conversation with Vincent, but having said what she needed to say, and Vincent still shamelessly persisting, she was losing her temper.
"Miss Zhang, please mind your words!" Vincent was also reaching his limit. "My interest in you is your honor. Don't push your luck. Don't think that just because I'm being nice to you, you can act with impunity in front of me!"
"Fine, then we won't act with impunity in front of you. Bye!" Zhang Aimin took Li Se's arm and walked away.
Vincent exploded with anger, shouting, "Stop!!!"
His voice was loud, immediately drawing the attention of many.
"Is there anything else?" Zhang Aimin asked impatiently.
"You, come here!" Vincent commanded.
"Are you looking to die?" Li Se asked, annoyed.
"Heh, don't think I don't know what you're thinking. One million. Keep me company for a few days!" Vincent stated frankly. Since Zhang Aimin was so unappreciative, he decided to simply throw money at her. He refused to believe there was a woman who could resist the temptation of wealth.
Many people overheard this and looked on with interest. They had to admit, Vincent had excellent taste, as Zhang Aimin was truly beautiful. They themselves felt a stir of attraction. Those attending this financial conference were all wealthy individuals. Honestly, they would have been happy to "book" Zhang Aimin for a million.
Zhang Aimin's expression darkened. Vincent was truly going too far.
Slap!
The next moment, Li Se, who had appeared before Vincent without anyone noticing, delivered a fierce slap to his face and said coldly, "Apologize!"
Vincent, dazed by the slap, nearly fell to the ground. Enraged, he was about to leap up and roared, "You, a mere TCM practitioner, dare to hit me? I'll tell you, do you believe I can make sure you never leave this financial building?"
Slap!
Li Se delivered another slap, and his words were the same: "Apologize!"