Richest Rag-picker-Chapter 39: Is That Guy Right in the Head?

"Wow, so this is the new chairman? He’s so handsome! Oh my god, I’d even be willing to be his mistress. Huh? Why does this photo look so familiar? I feel like I’ve seen this handsome guy somewhere before."

After reading the notice from headquarters, which introduced the mysterious new chairman and ordered all departments to be diligent—in short, a new broom sweeps clean, and no one wanted to get on his bad side—the female store manager furrowed her brow. She thought for a good long while but couldn’t place where she had seen him.

It wasn’t her fault, really. When Fang Chenyi and the others had come in earlier, she had only seen his profile. Besides, in her eyes, all she’d seen was the impoverished look of Fang Chenyi and Bai Menghan.

She shook her head, stopping her fantasies about the new chairman in the photo. After taking a screenshot and saving his picture, she closed the notice. After all, the affairs of the corporation’s top brass were a world away from a small store manager in a third-tier city.

As for Fang Chenyi, after leaving Armani, he didn’t go across to Louis Vuitton to show off. That would have felt too much like a petty man gloating over his success.

He took Bai Menghan’s hand and went straight down to the women’s apparel section on the second floor. Then, regardless of whether Bai Menghan wanted them or not, he forcefully bought her a huge pile of designer clothes.

Half an hour later, Fang Chenyi led the way, holding the hand of a resigned-looking Bai Menghan. Trailing behind them was a young male mall employee carrying bags of all sizes. The manager of Baida Mall had specially assigned the young man to them because of the enormous amount Fang Chenyi had spent.

Because Bai Menghan had class in the afternoon, the two of them didn’t continue shopping. They took the elevator straight down to the parking garage.

Arriving at his Lamborghini, Fang Chenyi took out the key under the envious gaze of the young man carrying his bags. After a BEEP BEEP, the silver-white Lamborghini’s headlights flashed twice.

"Haha, alright, alright, thank you so much, my friend. Here, a little... uh... haha, forgot I don’t have cash again. Come on, open your phone, show me your payment code."

To be honest, in all his years working at the mall, this was the first time the young employee had ever seen someone give a tip by scanning a QR code. Usually, the biggest tip was two hundred-yuan bills. He had no idea how much this rich guy would send. Giving one or two hundred would be a bit of a letdown, but three or five hundred seemed like too much. For a moment, the young employee felt a flicker of anticipation. ’If he really sends me five hundred yuan in one go, how awesome would that be!’

But despite his anticipation, the young man didn’t forget to refuse politely. "No, no, you’ve already spent so much in our mall. How could I possibly take a tip from you? It’s all part of my job, really."

Fang Chenyi’s expression hardened. "None of that ’part of the job’ talk. Hurry up and open your phone. I’ve got things to do, no time to waste."

Seeing that Fang Chenyi wasn’t just being polite, the young man was secretly delighted, but he put on a troubled expression as he took out his phone.

BEEP. "WeChat payment received: 1,888 yuan."

Hearing the notification, the young man was clearly stunned. The ecstatic joy on his face was impossible to hide. He never expected the rich guy to give him a tip of 1,888 yuan at once. ’Damn! That’s half a month’s salary for me!’ Thinking this, the young man thanked him profusely.

Fang Chenyi waved his hand and laughed. "Heh, no need for thanks. Young man, keep working hard. I’ve been where you are now. In fact, back then, I was worse off than you!"

The young man froze at these words. He looked at Fang Chenyi in disbelief, then glanced at the sports car behind him, his eyes filled with skepticism. In his mind, Fang Chenyi had to be some second-generation rich kid. Otherwise, how could he have spent two million in a single afternoon and afford such an expensive car through his own efforts? 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Of course, he couldn’t say that out loud. After all, he’d just accepted the man’s tip. ’If he wants to show off, I have to play along,’ he thought. "Okay, okay, I’ll definitely work hard from now on. I’ll look up to you as my goal!"

Fang Chenyi gave a helpless, wry smile. He wasn’t stupid; he could easily guess what the young man was thinking. But he also knew that even if he was telling the truth, the other guy would never believe him.

He reached out and patted the young man’s shoulder without saying anything, then turned and got into the car.

He started the car, then gently rolled down the window and gave the young man another wry smile. "Heh, you probably think I’m just showing off, but I’m really not. I used to have it much worse than you. If I hadn’t started picking up scraps, I might still be slaving away at some dead-end job."

With that, he ignored the stunned young man, stepped on the gas, and the Lamborghini let out a roar as it sped past him.

When he came to his senses, the young man swallowed hard and muttered in disbelief, "For real? Picking up scraps? Who’s he kidding..."

After the sports car had driven away, a woman got out of a pink Beetle parked next to the young man. Staring in the direction where even the taillights had vanished, she muttered to herself, "Oh my god, so the scrap-picking little brother actually drives such a badass Lamborghini!"

This woman was none other than the online influencer named Little Cutie, who had just ended her livestream after a major blow to her ego.

She was just talking to herself, but the young man beside her listened intently.

Standing behind the female influencer, the young man asked meekly, "Th-that... miss... the big shot who was just driving the Lamborghini... is he really a scrap-picker?"

The female influencer was startled by the sudden voice behind her. When she turned and saw it was the employee who had been carrying the ’little brother’s’ bags, a look of displeasure crossed her face, but she still nodded curtly.

Seeing this, the young man stood stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing. As he laughed, he ran toward the elevator, shouting, "Hahaha, I, Wang Meng, am finally going to be rich! Fuck this stupid job! I want pretty girls! I want a Lamborghini! I’m going to pick scraps!"

Watching the young employee’s crazed retreating figure, the influencer was dumbfounded. "Uh, is there something wrong with that kid’s head? But... can you really make money picking scraps?"

[To be continued...]

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