"Ridiculous!"
The old man had no reaction to Xiao Ming's words, but a young man beside him stood up and scolded, "My father asked you a question, and it was to show you respect. Do you really think you are somebody important?"
"Exactly, you don't look old, but you sure are bold."
Another middle-aged man followed with a cold snort, "Our planning is the result of several elite teams within the company spending half a year on research. What would a greenhorn like you know?"
"To sell sand at thrice its worth must be due to this young lad's gift of the gab, right?"
Some people looked Xiao Ming up and down with disdain, saying, "Scare us first, that's the same old trick of street fortune tellers.
Young man, if you want to survive in this world, you need to open your eyes; you can't cheat everyone you meet."
With that said, the people around became agitated, and some even wanted to call the police.