C15 What Do You Have?

At that moment, a man in his forties, dressed in a suit and out of breath, hurried over and grasped Liu Fann's hand, showering him with gratitude. "Young man, I can't thank you enough. Those two thugs stole my laptop. Without your help, I would've lost a thirty million yuan deal today!"

Liu Fann humbly waved his hand and smiled, "Doing the right thing is just second nature!"

"You're a fine example of a good citizen. Here's my card, young man. If you ever need anything, give me a call!" The man handed Liu Fann his business card and rushed off to catch a ride.

Liu Fann glanced at the card; it appeared to be from a real estate company. He didn't think much of it and tucked it away.

"Excuse me, miss, are you finished with your drink bottle?" Liu Fann got back to work.

He was addressing a young mother who was holding her little girl with one hand and a nearly empty cola bottle with the other.

The young mother's face soured at Liu Fann's question, and she turned away without a word.

Liu Fann wasn't upset; he knew this was just part of the job.

"Mommy, look, that big brother is picking up trash so early. Does rag-picking make a lot of money?" Xin asked innocently.

"Don't be silly, Xin. Only people with no prospects pick up trash. They're lazy and dirty. You must never follow their example. Studying hard is the only way to succeed," the mother lectured, using Liu Fann as a bad example, which frightened the little girl into tears.

"Mommy, I'll score full marks next time!"

Liu Fann couldn't help but respond. He turned, looked the woman in the eye, and said firmly, "Ma'am, picking up trash doesn't mean a person is a failure or lazy. We earn our living through honest, hard work. I'd appreciate your respect."

His words struck a chord, and the nearby rag-pickers burst into applause.

"Exactly, why look down on us?"

"We're not doing anything illegal. Who have we bothered?"

"Brother, we've got your back!"

Liu Fann was taken aback by the strong support his offhand remark had garnered.

Unfazed by the rag-pickers' defense, the young mother scoffed, "If you're so capable, why don't you go buy a house or a car? You're all poorer than each other. Tell me, what can you really do?"

The words struck a nerve, silencing everyone instantly.

"Honey, son, come on up!"

A Mercedes-Benz rolled up leisurely, its window lowering to reveal a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses.

"Daddy!"

The little girl hurried into the car, while the young mother cast a contemptuous glance at the rag-pickers, her look seeming to ask, "Can you afford a car like this?"

The onlookers gazed at the gleaming emblem and sighed inwardly, all except for Liu Fann, who remained unimpressed.

Is driving a Mercedes such a big deal?

Just then, his phone rang—it was Ms. Hee from Jiahe Real Estate.

"Hello, Ms. Hee, what can I do for you?"

"Mr. Liu, are you available right now? Another buyer is interested in that property you looked at earlier. He's willing to pay six million yuan. Our manager is inclined to sell to him. I'm sorry, but I thought I should let you know. What would you like to do?"

Liu Fann chuckled coldly. Someone was trying to outbid him for a house? Glancing at his nearly 19 million yuan balance, he was brimming with confidence.

"I'm on my way."

As Liu Fann approached his Ferrari, he noticed a crowd gathered around it, snapping photos and chatting excitedly.

"A Ferrari Laferraro, now that's luxury. It's the Ferrari of Ferraris. Who could afford such a thing?"

"Surely it's not them?"

"These two are well-dressed; they must be some local moguls."

Liu Fann was curious—who were these two? He pushed through the crowd and spotted Huang Mao and his girlfriend posing for pictures.

The woman was slinging a LV bag over one shoulder, her other hand resting on the Ferrari's door, while Huang Mao diligently captured the moment.

They offered no clarification to the bystanders about the mix-up.