"Mr. Fang, I hope you two are satisfied with our Ocean-View Presidential Suite. As a token of our gratitude for the wine you gifted us yesterday, I took the liberty of preparing this for you last night."
Puzzled, Fang Chenyi took the small, golden card from Manager Wu and held it up to examine it.
Seeing this, Manager Wu quickly began to explain:
"Mr. Fang, this is the Supreme Gold Card for our Qinhuang Hotel. It's made of 24-karat pure gold. Of course, its value is much more than the cost of the materials, hehe. With this card, you can enjoy complimentary service for any bill under five thousand yuan at the Qinhuang Hotel, and a fifty-percent discount for anything over five thousand! There's no upper limit. Even if you spend a million, you'll still get fifty percent off! Let me put it this way: in the fifteen years since the Qinhuang Hotel opened, we've given out fewer than ten of these cards."
"Haha, you're too kind, Manager Wu. Since it's a token of your goodwill, I'll accept it."
'It's not like this thing is very useful,' he thought, 'but since he's giving it to me out of kindness, I can't just throw it back in his face.' With a laugh, he put it away.
This wasn't Fang Chenyi boasting; he was certain he'd have more money than he could ever spend in the future. 'Why would I care about a fifty-percent discount on a meal?'
He waved at the smiling Manager Wu, then hoisted the woven plastic bag onto his shoulder and said:
"Thank you for your hospitality, Manager Wu. Let's have a meal together when we have the chance. I've got things to do, so we'll be leaving now. Oh, right, would it be a problem if I go pick through the trash cans behind the hotel for a bit?"
"N-No... no problem..."
Fang Chenyi's words nearly made Manager Wu choke on his own saliva. 'What kind of hobby is this? He casually drinks wine worth tens of millions, yet his one true love is picking through trash. I'll never understand the lives of these tycoons.'
After bidding farewell to Manager Wu and refusing his offer to see them out, Fang Chenyi sauntered out of the hotel's main entrance, the woven bag slung over one shoulder and Bai Menghan's small hand in his other. As they walked, he casually passed the Supreme Gold Card to Bai Menghan.
"Here, you can have this."
Seeing the gold card, Bai Menghan just shook her head obediently. She then nestled her head on Fang Chenyi's shoulder and whispered, "You should keep it. I don't have any use for it."
Before Bai Menghan could finish, Fang Chenyi stuffed it into her hands without another word, saying nonchalantly:
"Just take it. If it's useless, you can find a gold shop and sell it later."
Although they weren't speaking loudly, their words still faintly reached the ears of Manager Wu behind them. Manager Wu, who had been about to follow and see the tycoon off, nearly tripped over his own feet.
The two of them exited the hotel's main doors, where the two doormen bowed respectfully. They couldn't help it; the story of a tycoon disguised as a trash collector who had casually drunk a bottle of Emperor Moutai worth tens of millions had already spread throughout the entire hotel.
And at this moment, who else could this figure with a woven bag on his back be but that very same tycoon disguised as a trash collector?
"Please take care, sir and madam! We hope to see you again soon!"
Taking a look, Fang Chenyi saw that one of them was the young doorman from last night, and he recalled how the young man had wanted to give him money for bread.
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He magnanimously pulled out his worn-out leather wallet again, but a quick glance inside revealed only a single, crumpled fifty-yuan "bill".
Seeing the doorman's excited gaze, Fang Chenyi, who had originally planned to just toss him a two-hundred-yuan tip, suddenly felt a little awkward. 'Damn it, how did I forget I only have a hundred-something yuan in my wallet?'
He'd given a hundred to the parking lot security guard yesterday, so now he only had about fifty left.
'Damn it, I've already pulled my wallet out. If I just give him fifty, it'll be an embarrassment to my awesome status!'
But no cash was no problem. Fang Chenyi had a plan.
After glancing at his wallet, he nonchalantly snapped it shut. Then, under the doorman's completely stunned gaze, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the beat-up old phone he'd been using for years. "Bro, do you use WeChat or Alipay?"
The question left the doorman dumbfounded. He stared at Fang Chenyi, completely bewildered, and stammered, "WeChat... or... Alipay? W-What... what do you mean?"
Seeing the doorman's dumbfounded expression, Fang Chenyi didn't bother asking again and just gave an order: "Open the WeChat payment QR code on your phone."
Hearing this, the doorman woodenly took out the Apple X phone he had just bought after saving up his salary for half a year and subconsciously opened his WeChat payment page.
Fang Chenyi paid no mind to the fact that the other guy's phone was more expensive than his own and simply scanned the QR code. The next moment.
[WeChat payment received: Five thousand yuan...]
As the notification sound echoed from the young doorman's phone, both he and the doorman next to him wore expressions of utter disbelief.
"Sir, sir, what are you doing?"
Fang Chenyi waved his hand dismissively. "It's nothing. You have a great service attitude, young man. This is your tip."
After saying that, he paid them no more mind, simply taking Bai Menghan's hand and heading toward the hotel's trash area that the young doorman had pointed out to him last night.
"A... a tip??"
"Oh my god! A five-thousand-yuan tip? Did I hear that right?!"
Watching the couple's retreating backs, the young doorman was so excited he was on the verge of tears. A five-thousand-yuan tip! That was a five-thousand-yuan tip! It was two months of his salary!
The other doorman standing beside him had a look of pure envy and jealousy on his face. He silently lamented that he'd had the day off yesterday. 'If only I'd been working,' he thought, 'I might have gotten a five-thousand-yuan tip too!'
With this in mind, the doorman couldn't help but look toward the tycoon's retreating figure. But when he did, he saw the tycoon holding a beautiful woman's hand with one hand and a trash grabber in the other, rummaging through a trash can...
[Host has collected one high-grade plastic bottle. System reward: 500 yuan. The reward has been deposited into the Host's bank account. Please check your balance.]
[Host has collected one high-grade packaging box. System reward: 1,500 yuan. The reward has been deposited into the Host's bank account. Please check your balance.]
[Host has collected one old stainless steel cup. System reward: 1,000 yuan. The reward has been deposited into the Host's bank account. Please check your balance.]
...
He hadn't even reached the main trash collection point behind the hotel yet, just two or three trash cans along the way, and he had already earned back the five-thousand-yuan tip he had just given away. Listening to the constant stream of notifications in his ear, Fang Chenyi couldn't have been happier.
Every time Fang Chenyi picked up a piece of junk, a delighted smile would spread across his face. Watching him, Bai Menghan couldn't help but stare, completely mesmerized.
'He looks so handsome, even when he's picking up trash...'
Just as Fang Chenyi was rummaging through the trash can with Bai Menghan by his side, a BMW 5 Series worth over half a million yuan pulled into a spot in the distant parking lot. A young man and woman, both dressed in luxury clothing, stepped out of the car.
As soon as the woman looked up, she happened to spot Fang Chenyi and Bai Menghan rummaging through a trash can in the distance. The woman froze for a moment, then tugged on the arm of the man beside her, who was locking the car. "Honey, honey, look! That woman over there, isn't that our school's campus belle, Bai Menghan?"
「To be continued...」