Upper-Class People, Lower-Class People_1No one noticed when Xiao Ming had arrived in front of Zhou Xialan and slapped her, not even Zhou Xialan herself, who was dumbstruck on the spot.
"If I ever hear another disrespectful word from you about my partner, I'll cut out your tongue!"
Xiao Ming's voice was as cold as ice, sending shivers down Zhou Xialan's spine, finally feeling the pain in her face.
"You low-class worker, you... you dare to hit me?"
Turning around, she grabbed Feng Haoyu's arm, her voice tinged with sobbing, "Husband, he hit me..."
Feng Haoyu's face turned a livid color, "Xiao Ming, I'm warning you, get on your knees and slap your own face to apologize to my woman right now, or else I'll make sure you regret it!"
"What do you mean by 'regret it'? Fight me? Or call the police to arrest me?"
"Fight? That's something only low-life trash like you would do, and to clean up the likes of trash, calling the police is even less necessary, it's just demeaning."
Feng Haoyu sneered with disdain, his expression haughty, "We upper-class people have plenty of civilized ways to make your life miserable."
"Oh? Such as?"
"For example, I just need to make one phone call, and you wouldn't even be able to land a job as a worker in Longyin's territory. Even more, it's not impossible that you might 'accidentally' have your legs broken by bricks and stones while working."
Hearing this, Jiang Xue panicked.
"Minister Feng, please, don't be angry. It's true that we were wrong to begin a fight, but you also heard it, Zhou Xialan started by insulting us. This matter..."
"I did insult you, what are you going to do about it?"
Zhou Xialan cursed on her tiptoes, "You're just a shameless, cheap..."
Slap!
Xiao Ming swung his hand again, leaving her to bleed from the mouth.
"Xiao Ming!"
Jiang Xue grabbed him, urgently saying, "Don't be impulsive, hitting people won't solve anything, it will only make things worse!"
Xiao Ming turned to her with a smile, "If the subject in question were human, you'd be correct, but it's different now, against an animal, not hitting them is useless.𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
My dear, leave this to me, just watch."
"You..."
Jiang Xue was both furious and anxious, but she also understood that her husband was protecting her. Getting angry would only hurt him, she simply didn't know what to do.
Meanwhile, Feng Haoyu's face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
"Good! Very good! Xiao Ming, it seems like you don't want to drink a toast but instead are inviting punishment. Today, I'll let you experience what social beatdown feels like!"
With that, he took out his cell phone to dial, but Xiao Ming pressed his hand against it.
"What? Are you trying to beg for mercy now? It's too late!"
"No, I just want to understand one question." Xiao Ming said indifferently, "What makes you think you're better than us?"
"You even have to ask such an obvious question; seems like your brain is as filthy and trashy as a worker's."
Feng Haoyu patted the hood of his Jeep Wrangler, "Recognize what car this is? Know how much it costs?
With your salary as a construction site laborer, you would need more than twenty years without eating or drinking to afford it. But for me, two years is enough.
The status difference between us is more than tenfold. If that's not considered high, then what is?"
"Oh, so being able to afford a good car means you're an upper-class person, huh!"
Xiao Ming nodded with an epiphany, then said, "So according to you, upper-class people can bully lower-class people as they please, and the lower-class can only suffer in silence, right?"
"Of course! Lower-class people are just dogs raised to serve the upper-class!"
"I see, thanks for clearing that up, Minister Feng. One last question, have a look at my car and tell me how much it's worth. Let's see if I have the right to be considered upper-class."
Saying that, Xiao Ming took out his car keys from his pocket.
"You have a car? It's not a domestic piece of junk, is it?" Feng Haoyu scoffed, "That would only make you look lower and more garbag..."
His voice halted abruptly as with a press on the key fob by Xiao Ming, the headlights of a black sedan not far diagonally across flashed twice.
Its robust frame, the authoritative temple-like grille, and the slowly ascending Spirit of Ecstasy... even someone as inexperienced with cars as Feng Haoyu knew its name—Rolls-Royce.
The world's most luxurious and expensive brand!
The price tag for the most basic model was more than ten times that of his Jeep Wrangler.
"Look."
Xiao Ming said with a smile, "Coincidentally, I also have a car that you couldn't afford even if you didn't eat or drink for twenty or thirty years. So who's upper-class and who's trash between us?"
Feng Haoyu had completely lost his composure, while Zhou Xialan looked on like someone with dementia, her eyes fixed on the Rolls-Royce, filled with envy, jealousy, and greed.
Even Jiang Xue stood frozen for a moment. However, she quickly thought of something, and her expression relaxed.
"Impossible! This absolutely cannot be!"
Feng Haoyu suddenly shouted loud, "You're just a lowly worker, how could you possibly drive a Rolls-Royce?
It's fake! It must be fake, you... you must have modified it to look like that, right?"
Xiao Ming shook his head with sheer indifference and took Jiang Xue's hand, "Playing with trash is really boring. Xue'er, let's go have some pizza and steak."
The two took a couple of steps towards the opposite side, then Xiao Ming stopped and pulled out his cell phone, saying to Feng Haoyu, "Sorry, I forgot to show you how 'civilized' upper-class people deal with the lower-class."
After making the call to Yang Hanqing, he said straight away, "I dislike your company's design department head, Feng Haoyu, and the designer Zhou Xialan.
Come up with a reason yourself, but they have to be laid off today."