Jiang Chuan frowned slightly and asked calmly, "You're the manager here, isn't this behavior inappropriate?"
"I also ordered a coffee, so why can't I sit here?"
The manager sneered at him, "Hillbilly, stop pretending. I've seen many poor people like you. You buy a cheap cup of coffee and sit here all day."
"You say you're waiting for someone, but in reality, you're just trying to show off like you're someone important."
"Hillbillies like you are not welcome in our café, now get out!"
The commotion here was clearly noticed by others in the café.
They looked at Jiang Chuan's plain clothes and rustic appearance with disgust in their eyes.
"These days, even hillbillies dare to come to such upscale places to spend money."
"Yeah, they think that just because they made some money selling potatoes, they can afford Blue Island Coffee? It's utterly ridiculous!"
Many people snickered, dressed impeccably, exuding an air of arrogance, as if they were superior.
