" Ah, those delivery trucks, senior Zhao Daziang. There's no need to scold me, senior. I bought luxury groceries at the Jiashan Public Market. "
Feng Lei says, stretching lazily like a cat after a good three hour nap.
Feng Lei opens the door to his bedroom inside his apartment unit.
" Why the sour face, Senior? I already paid for everything in full. "
Feng Lei greets Zhao Daziang, 40 years old, middle-class high, the landlord, with a lazy grin plastered upon Feng Lei's face.
" An entire fleet's worth of luxury groceries? You're impossible, Feng Lei. "
Zhao Daziang gulps in surprise, when Feng Lei casually shows him the long list of receipts from his shorts pocket.
" It's not called impossible, Senior Zhao. It's called efficiency. "
Feng Lei corrects Zhao Daziang.
Zhao Daziang grabs the receipts from Feng Lei's hand, and starts reading the receipt content.
" These are no ordinary luxury groceries. These are premium luxury groceries fit for CEOS and celebrities, Feng Lei. "
Zhao Daziang says.
" And yet I bought them all, Senior Zhao. What do I care about the price? I can afford them, anyway. "
Feng Lei says with an air of nonchalance.
" You spent how much on all of this, Feng Lei? 800, 000 RMB? Including the delivery? "
Zhao Daziang gulps in surprise yet again when he realizes how much Feng Lei spent for everything.
" It's pocket change, Senior Zhao. Stop worrying about the price. Let's come downstairs, and help me distribute all these luxury groceries. "
Feng Lei says, his lazy grin widening upon his lips.
His sharp eyes twinkle with barely concealed mischief and amusement.
So, the two men go downstairs to the apartment garage, where the truck drivers of the refrigerated trucks wait impatiently.
" Ooh. It's Feng Lei. "
" What has he done this time? "
" Did he rob a public market or something? '
" Rob? He bought an entire fleet's worth of luxury foods. "
" Goddamnit bro, I'm jealous. "
" I'm jealous as well. It turns out Feng Lei is rich after all. "
"So rich, that he can afford to splurge 800,000 RMB on luxury groceries. "
" Wait what? 800,000 RMB in one shopping spree "
" That's my total sales for the day, bro. "
" Lucky for you, man. That's my total income for a year. "
" Look closely at those trucks. They aren't your ordinary delivery trucks. "
" They aren't ordinary delivery trucks indeed. They are refrigerated trucks. "
" The delivery fees for refrigerated trucks are double that of normal delivery. "
" Feng Lei bought luxury groceries. Of course he won't want his groceries to spoil so quickly. "
" You got a point, man. "
Feng Lei's neighbors, and fellow tenants in his apartment, come closer to watch.
But Feng Lei ignores them completely, as he focuses on distributing the luxury groceries.
" Thanks for delivering the food, and powdered drinks, ladies and gentlemen. You may leave the deliveries here. "
Feng Lei says to the delivery drivers assembled in the apartment garage, giving the head delivery driver 3 million RMB as a tip.
" Don't forget to share with your fellow drivers, miss. "
Feng Lei says to the head delivery driver, who looks 20 years old with a wink.
Feng Lei then steps back and laughs as the head delivery driver places one million RMB in her sling bag.
The girl then flings the remaining 2 million RMB, consisting of thick wads of money, high into the air, as if they are confetti.
She lets the rest of the delivery drivers fight over the remaining tip, with adult men clawing, elbowing each other, and reaching about on the ground for crisp, thick wads of RMB 100 bills.
"We must step in, Feng Lei. Make sure every driver gets their share. "
Zhao Daziang drily remarks as he watches his tenant look on at the chaotic scene of drivers fighting over the tip, doing nothing.
" Why bother, Senior Zhao? The rich will eat the poor, the fast will beat the slow, and the strong will beat the weak. If you want to survive, you have to be quick and cunning. "
Feng Lei laughs a dismissive laugh.
" You're impossibly dense, Feng Lei. "
Zhao Daziang shakes his head.
" It's called being realistic and pragmatic, Senior Zhao. "
Feng Lei laughs again.
" Damn, bro. Did he just give away 3 million RMB to that beauty? "
" Yeah. He did. As a tip. "
" That's more money than we can make in a day. "
" Yet he gives it away as a tip like it's pocket change. "
The shocked onlookers whisper among each other.
But Feng Lei pays them no mind.
" Senior Zhao, you and your wife let me in after I lost my job a month ago. You've been generous to me as well, since you give to me foods from your own pantry. "
Feng Lei says, gratitude evident in his voice.
" Naturally, you take the first pick among the luxury groceries I bought. Feel free to help yourself. "
Feng Lei says, gesturing at the crates of luxury groceries sitting there, sheltered from the hot sun inside the apartment garage.
" Come and help me pick Feng Lei. Don't just stand there doing nothing. "
Zhao Daziang says, his eyebrows raised as he approaches the crates of luxury groceries.
" You and your wife have hands. Go pick what you want yourself, Senior Zhao. "
Feng Lei laughs, as he crosses his arms.
" You're the laziest delivery man I've ever known, Feng Lei. "
Zhao Daziang sighs dramatically.
" Correction, Senior Zhao. I'm the most efficient and swiftest delivery driver you've ever known. "
Feng Lei says with a hint of mischief.
Zhao Daziang picks up crate after crate of marbled Wagyu beef, Australian lamb racks, Iberian black pork, Boston lobsters, king crabs, fresh oysters, and salmon fillets.
" These luxury foods... I've only ever seen them on television. I never thought I will one day get to touch them, and eat them. "
Zhang Daziang says, nearly dropping a crate of marbled Wagyu beef in surprise.
" Then get used to eating them and touching them for a month, Senior Zhang. "
Feng Lei remarks, a mischievous grin placed upon his face.
Zhao Daziang places them in his refrigerator, while his wife, 30 years old, picks up Japanese muskmelons, premium tea, premium blueberries, dragonfruits, organically grown broccoli, handmade noodles, expensive mushrooms, spices, imported Columbian coffee, pure wild honey, and Mozzarella cheese.
" I only get to buy a few luxury items when I go grocery shopping. They aren't even premium. Yet you bought the whole premium stuff. "
Zhao Daziang's wife, Cao Ruilan remarks.
" That's because I'm rich. I can buy whatever I wish, anytime, anywhere. And I want only the best. "
Feng Lei says boldly.
" You're shameless, Feng Lei. "
Cao Ruilan says after she and her husband finished taking their pick of the luxury groceries.
" It's called being blunt, senior Cao. "
Feng Lei says.
Feng Lei's elderly parents come forward, drawn by all that ruckus.
" Son, what's with all these luxury groceries you ordered? How come you're able to afford them now? "
Wu Guiyang, Feng Lei's mother, a retired police officer, says, disciplined, crisp, authoritative and sharp as ever.
Wu Guiyang, at 76 years old, still looks spry, sharp, and healthy for her age, thanks to her constant exercise, and a strict, healthy diet.
" Let our boy be, dear wife. At least he paid them in full. It's not like we get to enjoy these luxuries often. "
Feng Zhiqiang, strong-willed, cunning, and wild, the exact opposite of his wife, laughs dismissively.
Feng Zhiqiang, a retired corporate executive, still has all of his teeth at 80 years old.
Feng Zhiqiang is surprisingly fast and strong for his age, thanks to a healthy diet similar to his wife, and constant workouts.
" Mother, Father. Will you believe me if I say I'm a billionaire now? I bought all these for both of you. I'd like it if both of you help me pick among these groceries, and take it upstairs to our kitchen. Our groceries won't store themselves. "
Feng Lei says deferentially.
After Feng Lei and his parents finish storing their share of the luxury groceries, Feng Lei returns to the apartment garage.
" Everyone, help yourselves. Make sure there's not a single crate left in the garage by sundown. "
Feng Lei says to the assembled tenants and neighbors, gesturing to the piles of luxury groceries still untouched.
Then he steps back to watch.
Soon, a cacophony of disorganized chaos ensues as the onlookers rush to grab crate after crate.
Uncles elbow each other for a thick slab of Wagyu beef.
Aunts trample upon each other in the haste to make off with entire packs of expensive spices.
A grandma holds onto a crate full of premium blueberries, with the strength of 10 men combined, hissing at anyone who dares try to grab her price.
Three middle aged fathers happen to grab the same sack of Jasmine rice, and a furious tug of war ensues.
Only for a cunning, swift teenager less than half their age, taller than them, to sneak from behind and make off with the sack of Jasmine rice.
The quick and the cunning dart this way and that, stealing entire packs of coffee and tea right under the nose of their stronger, slower neighbors.
In less than an hour, the garage becomes clean and spotless again.
" You're impossible, son. You turned the distribution into a chaotic madhouse. "
Wu Guiyang says in disbelief when she comes down to the apartment garage.
Wu Guiyang witnesses the last few moments of chaos unfurl in front of her, with two young ladies, barely 18, fighting over the last crate of handcrafted noodles.
"You want it done the orderly way, mother? You mean do it the slow and stupid way? My method is faster. "
Feng Lei laughs a dismissive laugh.
" Feng Lei is generous. "
" Feng Lei is a filial son. "
" He is generous but lazy. "
" He's lazy indeed. He barely lifts a finger. "
" He is bold, I'll give him that. "
" Feng Lei boasts. "
" But his boasts have teeth. "
" The heavens approve of Feng Lei's generosity. "
" Approve? The heavens will bless him. "
" We're blessed to have him as a neighbor. "
The crowd of onlookers say among themselves, but Feng Lei just ignores them.
" Ding! Congratulations. You just earned 20,000 Face-Slapping Points for being a generous idiot. You now have 63,000 Face Slapping Points. Would you like to spend them now, wasteful bastard? "
The System chimes in mockingly.
" Not now, System. I have to help prepare dinner. "
Feng Lei says, clearly annoyed.
" Ah. A billionaire cooking rice. How dignified. "
The System remarks sarcastically.
" My rice won't cook itself, System, so shut the fuck up. Even billionaires have to cook their own food. "
Feng Lei retorts back, clearly annoyed.
Later that night, Feng Lei and his parents enjoy a sumptuous, eat all you can feast of stir-fried wagyu steak, fragrant with spices, handcrafted fried Chinese noodles, Chinese style fried rice, broiled oysters swimming in expensive, spicy broth, stir-fried broccoli bathed with spicy oyster sauce, and premium blueberry shake, that they themselves prepared, before his parents watch television together.
Feng Lei accepts Huang Yu's friend request on Weibo.
" Hey, hi, Feng Lei. "
" Hi, Huang Yu. About that kiss earlier, is it for real? "
" Of course, it's for real, Feng Lei. You saved me from a tight spot. Are you a rich tycoon in disguise? "
" What if I say I'm a delivery driver, Huang Yu? Will you still accept me? "
" Oh, yes. Feng Lei. I'll go offline now. I still have lectures to review. "
" That reminds me, I still have to sleep early. You mind if we go on a date tomorrow, Huang Yu? "
" Yeah sure, Feng Lei. "
Feng Lei goes to sleep early, for he has delivery duties to do the next day.