One day, he would drive a BMW, and by then, all those who had looked down on him would regret their arrogance.
Zhang Chi lifted his heavy steps; he didn't go home on weekends but stayed in the urban area to earn money on construction sites.
By selling his labor, he had paid off various debts, and with today's two hundred, he had saved four hundred. His next goal was to replace his cracked screen phone.
Exhausted, with faltering steps, he headed north. Zhang Chi clutched the banknotes tightly, comforted by the money earned through hard work.
Meanwhile, a Bentley worth millions sped southward, passing by in an instant.
Qi Tianheng, dressed in high-end clothes, sat in the spacious backseat, enjoying the comforting air conditioning and holding a bottle of a drink that cost 100 yuan.
He withdrew his gaze, a playful smirk on his face, "I just saw a classmate of mine."
The suited driver in the front seat replied, "Do you need to greet him?"
