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Zhang Ying Hao has already entered his "zone", slowly started to speak: "How do I say this, personally, I think there are two kinds of aristocrats -------"

Gu Qing Shan almost couldn't help doing a spit-take.

This was the very same reasoning Zhang Ying Hao used to win him over last time.

Ye Fei Li scoffed: "So there are now two kinds of aristocrats now?"

"Of course, the first are the rotten, corrupted old men, together with the young masters who know nothing but to play around, becoming the cancer tumors of society" Zhang Ying Hao answered.

"I agree, aristocrats are like that" the young man crossed his arms and nodded.

"Then there's the second kind of aristocrat, who doesn't think of themselves as such. They think that the title of 'aristocrat' is absolute dog shit" Zhang Ying Hao continued.

"Ah? That can't be true"