Walk along the path.
Give along the way.
Even.
Qin Shiqi took a small stack of Asia Dollars and held it in her hand. Such a brazen act of 'flaunting wealth' made many of the surrounding Indians turn their heads.
"Which country's people are they?"
"Huaxia."
"How do you know?"
"By their aura."
Those who travel here are at least middle class in India, and many have been abroad. They have a certain eye for people and recognized it at a glance.
"What kind of aura?" someone asked curiously.
"Local tyrant."
"..."
Thinking about it.
It really seems to make a lot of sense!
Then.
Hearing them speak again.
Indeed.
Fortunately, it was in Roy City, with a bodyguard by their side, otherwise, such behavior elsewhere in India would definitely attract a crowd.
What for?
Begging.
Give to one, they all come, but here, the management is strict. It's originally positioned as a high-end leisure city, even the cows are managed, let alone beggars.
They can't even get in.
