Chapter 1: Humiliated at the Class Reunion

Inside a private room at a five-star hotel in Gangzhou City.

A group of young people of similar age were chatting animatedly.

Many of them had gathered here to attend a class reunion.

Wang Xuan was also sitting among them.

At this moment, the classmates began to discuss their income situations.

"You guys have no idea, I earned a full million this year!"

"Wow, that's amazing. The catering industry hasn't been great this year; I only earned over five hundred thousand!"

"..."

"As for me, I just take a fixed salary, plus year-end bonuses and project commissions, so it's only about four hundred thousand in total. I guess I'm the one doing the worst among us!"

"Xiao Zhang, aren't you doing full-time stock trading? How are you doing?"

"I'm doing alright. I caught two market trends and made about seven hundred thousand! Anyway, I just play around every day."

"Damn, that's awesome!"

"Impressive!"

"Little Wang, what about you?"

After all the men present had finished speaking, it was Wang Xuan's turn.

Wang Xuan opened his mouth, then hesitated and stopped.

It had been two years since graduation, and Wang Xuan's current job was delivering food.

He wouldn't starve, but it was hard to make money; he earned about three thousand every month without fail, a bit more when business was good, and less when it was bad.

That was about thirty thousand a year.

He was the one doing the worst among the classmates present.

"I... I..." Wang Xuan started to speak, then decided not to say it.

Saying it out loud would be even more embarrassing.

"Wang Xuan, why don't you tell us about your situation too?"

"Yeah! We've all shared, even if you aren't doing well, just tell us; maybe everyone can help you out..."

"Exactly, exactly. Hey, Old Zhu, aren't you a manager at the Gangzhou Branch of Dongni Group? Why don't you arrange a security guard job for Wang Xuan?"

Dongni Group had a very prestigious reputation and was the group with the highest market value in the three central provinces.

It had branches in every city across the three central provinces.

"The security guards at our company must be quite handsome; after all, the pay is five thousand a month."

"Wang Xuan's appearance doesn't meet our requirements!"

The "Old Zhu" the classmates referred to was Zhu Jun; hearing the other classmates say this, he immediately found an excuse to brush it off.

At this moment, everyone was mocking Wang Xuan, wanting to see him make a fool of himself.

How could Zhu Jun possibly ruin such an atmosphere?

"Ah, well..."

"There's nothing to be done about that; after all, these days, if a security guard is too ugly, it really does affect people's moods..."

"That's right, Wang Xuan, don't be discouraged. If there's no security job, we'll introduce you to some other work."

"Exactly, exactly."

The classmates said this with straight faces while holding back laughter.

The group's words made Wang Xuan feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Wang Xuan had come to the class reunion today out of respect for their three years of high school friendship.

Aside from showing off and mocking others, what was the point of this kind of class reunion?

"Do you guys have any other jobs to introduce to Wang Xuan?"

"Oh right, my uncle is still looking for a driver. Wang Xuan, if you don't mind, I'll introduce you to my uncle. He pays five thousand five a month, how about that?"

Zheng Lin actually knew his uncle needed this driver and that the minimum education requirement was a bachelor's degree from a top-tier university, while Wang Xuan had only gotten into a second-tier one; he only said this because he wanted to see Wang Xuan humiliated.

"Wow, five thousand five a month, that's a decent job. You just drive around, it's very easy."

"Yeah, Wang Xuan will definitely agree to this, right?"

The classmates looked at Wang Xuan, waiting for his answer.

Wang Xuan opened his mouth, then hesitated and stopped.

This monthly salary of five thousand five—Wang Xuan, who only made three thousand a month, actually didn't agree?

This now made all the classmates unhappy.

If they had only been teasing and making veiled insults before, now they couldn't hold back.

"Hey, Wang Xuan, what's the meaning of this? You look down on a job with a monthly salary of five thousand five?"

"Exactly, who the hell doesn't know you're just a food delivery guy now? Can you even make three thousand a month on average?"

Zheng Lin frowned and retorted at Wang Xuan.

"Maybe he feels a sense of accomplishment from delivering food, don't you think?" Zhu Jun looked at the classmates and laughed.

Immediately, the classmates sitting there couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Hahahaha!"

"Exactly, even a manual laborer at a construction site makes two hundred a day. Wang Xuan might as well go to a construction site to move bricks!"

"Wang Xuan actually went to deliver food? That's just too pathetic, isn't it?"

Seeing Wang Xuan remain silent, Zhu Jun also sneered and said, "What a loser. A college graduate with a second-tier degree actually went to deliver food for three thousand a month. What the hell is the point of that!"

"Exactly, truly useless. I really don't know how you have the face to come to our class reunion, Wang Xuan! This is a five-star hotel; this meal costs two thousand per person on average. Can you even afford to eat here?" Zheng Lin chimed in.

Hearing this, Wang Xuan's face flushed red, his tightly clenched knuckles turned deathly pale, and his fingernails dug into his flesh, seeping out wisps of blood...

Zheng Lin smiled again and said, "Oh, I almost forgot, this meal is on old Zhu, you can just eat for free."

"Could you all say a little less? He has already done his best!" Wang Xiang, who was sitting next to Wang Xuan, said helplessly.

Wang Xiang was Wang Xuan's best buddy, and the two had agreed to come participate together this time.

Originally, he thought the few classmates would just say a few words and let it be.

He did not expect that Zheng Lin and Zhu Jun would actually humiliate Wang Xuan like this.

"Heh, Wang Xiang, it's not your turn to speak here!"

"You're currently working as a low-level clerk, making three thousand or so a month, which is about the same as Wang Xuan!" Zheng Lin glanced at Wang Xiang and smiled.

"Exactly, Wang Xiang, in this society, money does the talking, understand?" As he spoke, Zhu Jun revealed the wristwatch on his wrist.

This was a Rolex Submariner "Green Hulk" worth one hundred thousand.

"Wow, is this the legendary Green Hulk?"

"Wow, so handsome! Among all our classmates, old Zhu is still the most impressive!"

"Yeah, yeah, when you compare Wang Xuan to old Zhu, it's like comparing heaven and earth!"

The flattery from the many classmates made Zhu Jun feel extremely pleased.

"Old Zhu, when will you arrange a cushy job for me at your branch company too!"

Seeing it was an old classmate flattering him, old Zhu nodded with a smile.

"Easy, easy, I'll arrange it for you tomorrow!"

"How about it, Wang Xuan, hurry up and come suck up to me; if I'm in a good mood, I might just arrange a job with a monthly salary of ten thousand for you right away!"