When Feng Lei leaves his private unit, after he takes a bath, and changes into fresh, new clothes, he hears rumors and animated chatter about who Young Master Feng is.
" Who is Young Master Feng? "
" Is this the same person who bought the Light Blue Villa? "
" His female agent easily outbid Xengji Xianyi. "
" Xengji Xianyi? The Xianyi family patriarch? "
" I saw his female agent. She's beautiful. "
" Damn, bro. I'm jealous. "
" Wealth buys beauties indeed. "
" Beauties? Young Master Feng's agent is a goddess, I tell you that. "
" Is Young Master Feng from a wealthy family? "
" Where is Young Master Feng? "
" Young Master is mysterious. "
" Young Master Feng can afford to be mysterious. He's rich. "
" Is he handsome? "
You dumb idiots. Open your eyes and close your mouths. Young Master Feng is right in front of you. Driving a tricycle.
Feng Lei thinks, but closes his mouth. He knows better than to argue with close minded people.
Feng Lei hears all sorts of rumors swirl around about who Young Master Feng is.
Some say Young Master Feng is tall, and dashing.
Others say Young Master Feng is a short, stocky man.
Yet those versions agree that Young Master Feng is handsome.
These dumb, hopeless idiots. Each retelling gets more absurd than the last.
Feng Lei thinks.
Feng Lei bursts out laughing at the absurd tales he hears about Young Master Feng.
" What the actual fuck, man. These tales are better comedies than what I watch on television. "
Feng Lei says to himself.
Feng Lei's ears attentively prick up to the loud, shameless gossiping around him.
It's time my bank credit card gets an upgrade, bitches.
Feng Lei thinks with glee as he starts up his electric tricycle.
Feng Lei's newly recharged electric tricycle roars toward the Shanghai Pudong Development Bank.
"Who is that person? "
" Is he Young Master Feng in disguise? "
"Hah. Impossible. Look at his clothes. "
" His clothes are presentable enough. "
" His clothes are way too cheap. "
" That's not how a Young Master will dress. "
" But what if he's rich in disguise? "
" Rich in disguise? Hah. Look at his electric tricycle. "
" His electric tricycle is shiny and clean. "
" His electric tricycle is way too cheap. I've seen more expensive models. "
" Is he an ordinary employee? "
" Perhaps he's a blue-collar worker. "
" A blue collar worker? Yuck. "
" Yuck indeed. They swelter under the sun. They also wade in floods. "
" They are vermin. Vermin will wallow in dirt. What did you expect? "
" We're lucky to work inside the office. "
A crowd of onlookers point at Feng Lei and his electric tricycle.
But Feng Lei ignores the onlookers, as the onlookers animatedly debate among themselves.
"Ding. You unlocked a System Quest, you blind fool. Face-slap the bank teller, and get the black credit card. "
The System chimes in with a happy, mocking tone.
" Shut the hell up, System. I mean to upgrade my bank card anyway. "
Feng Lei says to the System with gritted teeth, clearly annoyed.
A few minutes later, Feng Lei's cheap but clean electric tricycle roars to a stop outside the Shanghai Pudong Development Bank.
Feng Lei parks his electric tricycle in the parking area of the bank.
" Welcome, sir. Enjoy your banking. "
The security guard outside the bank says with a polite smile as he opens the bank door for Feng Lei.
Feng Lei enters the bank, with a bold swagger upon his steps.
Feng Lei's sneakers click sharply upon the tiled floor, with his head held high, his tone sharp and concise.
Feng Lei approaches the bank teller with practiced ease.
He slaps his credit card, ATM, and bank passbook across the bank counter.
" Miss, I'd like you to upgrade my regular card into a black credit card. "
Feng Lei says, before he adds, " I'd also like it if my ATM and passbook is also updated to a private banking passbook, and a black ATM card please. "
" Hah. Do you think of yourself as a rich Young Master, sir? "
The 23 year old female bank teller looks down at Feng Lei, an arrogant sneer plastered upon her lips.
The bank teller pushes the ATM, credit card and passbook back towards Feng Lei.
" Sir, what you requested isn't something that can be done so casually. It is reserved for our most wealthy clients. I advise you to leave, or I will call the security guard. "
She doesn't even spare Feng Lei a second glance.
" What if I say I'm qualified to be a rich Young Master, miss? "
Feng Lei retorts back, a sarcastic grin plastered upon his lips.
" Recheck the figures in my bank account, before I'm forced to summon your bank manager. "
Feng Lei says with cool, cold confidence.
"Has this young man lost his wits? "
" How dare he say he wants to upgrade his ATM Card? "
" Upgrade his ATM Card? Hah. Look at his clothes. "
" He wears cheap clothes. "
" What qualifications does he have? "
" He looks like a blue collar worker. "
" He is a blue collar worker. "
Those who wait in line for their turn, sitting patiently inside the bank laugh at Feng Lei, snapping photos and taking videos on their smartphones.
The female bank teller reluctantly checks Feng Lei's account on her bank-issued desktop terminal.
" What? How can a mere delivery driver be a billionaire?
The female bank teller loudly exclaims, unable to hold in her shock at the billion digits that cheekily peek out of her desktop computer.
" I'll call the bank manager to rectify this issue, sir. Please wait right here.There must be some mistake. "
The female bank teller says in a panicked tone.
" A mere delivery driver? This mere delivery driver is richer than you, miss. "
Feng Lei mockingly echoes the bank teller's words.
The bank manager comes running towards the bank teller and double checks Feng Lei's account.
" Sir, please forgive our oversight. Allow me to personally handle your upgrade to private banking services. "
The bank manager says in a polite, professional tone towards Feng Lei.
After a few minutes of waiting, Feng Lei finally receives his black credit card, private banking passbook, and black ATM card.
" Here's the private banking upgrades you requested, Mr. Feng Lei. Please come again. "
The branch manager formally bows to Feng Lei, speaking deferentially.
" He's a wealthy Young Master in disguise! "
" Can he be the young Master Feng? "
The onlookers say to each other.
" How dare you offend Mr. Feng Lei! How many times do I have to tell you, that you must show respect to our clients, especially the wealthy ones, at all times! "
The branch manager angrily shouts to the bank teller right in front of everyone inside the bank.
" Sir. Please forgive me. I admit my mistake. "
The bank teller says, flinching at the branch manager's words.
" Go apologize to Mr. Feng Lei, not to me. "
The branch manager says flatly.
" Mr. Feng Lei, I offended you! Please punish me! "
The bank teller says, grovelling at Feng Lei's feet.
Humph. You dare to offend me. Grovel all you wish.
Feng Lei thinks as he ignores her.
" Mr. Feng Lei is just. "
" Just? Mr. Feng Lei is merciful. "
" The bank teller deserves to grovel and be scolded. "
" How dare she offend Mr. Feng Lei. "
The onlookers inside the bank animatedly say, taking photos and videos on their smartphones.
Feng Lei collects his upgraded passbook, ATM, and credit card from the bank counter, and walks out of the bank.
" Ding. Congratulations, you pathetic idiot. You just earned 12,000 Face Slapping Points. Total Face Slapping Points: 38,000. Would you like to spend your Face Slapping Points now, you dumb fuck? "
The System chimes in mockingly.
" Later, System. I still have something to do. "
Feng Lei says, his face taut with rage and annoyance, as his electric tricycle roars toward Jiashan public market.
Feng Lei intends to shop for a week's worth of fresh, premium groceries before returning back to his apartment unit.