"Huh? So did any of you get her contact info?" Seeing this, Zhou Fan wasn't annoyed at all. Instead, he calmly looked at them.
"What kind of question is that? Bro, if we'd gotten her info, would we still be stuck here?"
"Exactly. We have no idea who this beauty is waiting for. All of us went up to ask for her contact info, but she just ignored everyone and said, 'I'm sorry.'"
"So, what if *I* can get her contact info? What then?" Zhou Fan's interest was suddenly piqued. He crossed his arms, pulled out a cigarette and lit it, then spoke with a roguish swagger.
"You? It's not that I'm looking down on you, man. You might be a little better-looking than us, but with a beauty of this caliber, looks are useless. You need money, get it? See this key in my hand? Ferrari!"
"Money isn't enough. You also need influence. Otherwise, it's not like any of us are broke, right?"
