" Han Manxue, it's me, Feng Lei. I'm parking my electric tricycle outside the gates of the Light Blue Villa. "
Feng Lei says to Han Manxue over a video-call on his smartphone.
" No way, how can a lowly delivery man like him be friends with a CEO, man? "
" Is he a tycoon in disguise, bro? "
" A tycoon? I guess he's a rich young master in disguise, dude. "
" A rich young master will not wear the clothes of a delivery man, man"
" He's just bluffing, man. I tell you that. "
" Bluffing, bro? Don't you know who Han Manxue is? "
" Who is she, then, dude? "
" Han Manxue is the CEO of Celestial Point Ventures, get it, man? "
" Celestial Point Ventures? Never heard of it. Is it a company? "
" It's a company, yeah. It's not as big as Alibaba, Tencent Holdings, and Baidu, bro ."
" It's just another start-up then, dude. "
" Dude, wake up. It's a start-up that's worth at least 50 million dollars. It doesn't include the stocks and shares, man. "
" That's more money than we make in a man, bro. "
" That's more money indeed, dude, but do you know how much Light Blue Villa Costs, dude? "
" How much does it cost, then, bro? "
" The starting bidding price for the Light Blue Villa is 60 million dollars, dude. "
" What the actual fuck, man? That's expensive. "
" It's indeed expensive. And I doubt Han Manxue can afford it. "
" Afford? She will have to bankrupt her company first. "
" Bankrupt her company first? She will have to sell or pawn off her company. "
A large crowd of onlookers gather on the sidewalk beside Feng Lei's electric tricycle, talking to themselves, takes pictures and videos, loudly chatter like magpies.
" Feng Lei? You again? What is it this time, Young Master? "
Han Manxue serenely says inside her plush, luxurious corporate office.
A sweet smile is placed upon her lips, while she busily signs tall stacks of paperworks placed upon her desk.
" Young Master, I like the sound of that, Han Manxue. You flatter me too much. "
Feng Lei repeats, licks his lips with a sly, cheeky grin, clearly savoring the word, before he adds, " Han Manxue, the security guard of Light Blue Villa refused me entry. He even dares to say I can't afford to buy the Light Blue Villa. "
" How dare that lowly guard look down on you, Young Master Feng. He truly courts death. You want me to buy the Light Blue Villa in your stead at the auction. "
Han Manxue puts down her pen, and stares at her MacBook laptop screen, with Feng Lei's words having caught her attention.
Her serene voice, and facial expression becoming icily cold and dangerous at the mention of the security guard.
Surely, being rich works wonders.
" Yes, Han Manxue. I want you to go to the auction later, buy the villa for me. Slap the security guard straight in the face five times. "
Feng Lei says, a devilish grin spreading upon his lips.
Feng Lei already relishes the thought of the security guard getting slapped five times in the face.
" Consider it done, Young Master Feng. But let me tell you upfront. The starting bidding price is too expensive for me. "
Beads of sweat glistening upon Han Manxue's brow.
She pouts at the thought of the price tag, which makes Feng Lei laugh.
" You can't afford the starting bidding price? How dare you say that, Han Manxue? Don't worry about the price. I'll pay for it. Go buy the Light Blue Villa for me. "
Feng Lei says.
Feng Lei powers on his electric tricycle, and roars down the streets back to his apartment unit in HongKou District, downtown Shanghai.
" Did my ears just fool me? "
" I heard it clearly too. "
" What did he just say? That he can afford it? "
" How is it even possible? He's just a delivery man. "
" He's a lowly worm trying to reach up to the heavens. "
" Perhaps he's not a lowly worm, dude. Perhaps he can really afford to buy. "
" If he does buy, then I'll kiss his shoes and call him Young Master. "
" Call him young Master? Hah. What qualifications does he have? "
Feng Lei ignores the animated arguments of the onlookers.
In the afternoon, Feng Lei turns on the television set inside his apartment unit, and switches to Shanghai Media Group news channel, which currently broadcasts the bidding live on television.
" Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the bidding of the Light Blue Villa. The lowest opening bid has to be 60 million dollars. "
The auctioneer says, banging his hammer on the gavel to start the auction.
" I bid 80 million dollars. "
A rich booming, and arrogant voice says, belonging to Xengji Xianyi, the Xianyi family patriarch, and also He Xianyi's father.
Whispers can be heard up and down the gallery, with the onlookers nudging at each other.
" 81 million. "
Han Manxue's serene voice counters Xengji Xianyi.
" Who dares try to outbid me? 90 million."
Xengji Xianyi thunders in a powerful voice, a roar that almost shakes the entire gallery, the veins on his neck taut with barely controlled rage.
" 100 million. "
Someone else replies.
" 200 million. "
Xengji counters.
" 300 million. "
Han Manxue replies.
" 900 million. "
Xengji counters, in an effort to win the bidding.
" 2 billion. "
Han Manxue replies.
" Are there no further bids? Going once, going twice. Congratulations to Young Master Chen for winning the bidding. "
The auctioneer replies, smiling, while shaking Han Manxue's hand, giving her the legal papers for the Light Blue Villa.
Meanwhile, Xengji Xianyi storms out of the auction venue after losing the bid, and losing face in front of the other bidders, face red with anger, the whiskers on his face dripping with indignation, muttering and cursing.
" Young Master Feng is too rich. "
" So rich, he's even richer than the Xianyi family. "
" Xengji Xianyi is a street urchin compared to Young Master Feng. "
" So rich, he can afford to buy the Light Blue Villa. "
" Where is Young Master Feng? "
" That's right. I noticed it too. He wasn't present in the bidding. "
" Who is Young Master Feng? "
" Is he from a powerful family? "
" The heavens smile and favor Young Master Feng. "
After the bidding, Han Manxue drives up to the Light Blue Villa in her luxury Ford car, and faces the security guard.
" Are you the agent for Young Master Feng, miss? Welcome. I'll take you on- "
The guard replies, with a polite smile on his lips, before Han Manxue slaps him five times in the face, stopping him midsentence. Crack!
" That's for disrespecting Young Master Feng. Now run around the HuangPu area and shout, Young Master Feng is my master. "
Han Manxue says, with a dangerous glint in her tone.
The guard, realising his mistake, starts to sweat profusely, begs and stammers " Miss.. please, have mercy on me. I was in the wrong to offend - "
" You offended Young Master Feng, and you will rectify your mistake, Mr. Security Guard. "
Crack! Han Manxue slaps the guard again on the faces, her tone gone dangerously cold.
" Yes, miss. "
The guard, who is visibly sweating rivers now, starts to sprint and run all over the HuangPu Area, shouting " Young Master Feng is my Young Master! ", drawing out onlookers made curious by the din and noise.
" Haha. The guard deserves it. "
" How dare a lowly guard reproach Young Master Feng. "
" He ought to be grateful he keeps his job. "
" Grateful? He ought to beg Young Master Feng. "
"Young Master Feng is merciful. "
The gathered onlookers say to themselves, praising Young Master Feng to high heavens.
" Ding. Congratulations, you sad, fucked up loser. You earned 8,000 face-slapping points, you miserable boy. You have 30,000 Face Slapping Points in total. Would you like to spend your face-slapping points now?"
The System chimes with a snarky, sarcastic mocking tone.
" Shut the fucking hell up, System. "
Feng Lei says, clearly annoyed.