"What speed, Second Senior Brother! I'll grab it!"
Li Pingfan grinned and clicked to snatch the red envelope directly.
Ding—Congratulations on snatching Marshal Tianpeng's red envelope! You've obtained a small treasure chest, which has been stored in your Hundred Treasure Box. Extract now?
"Second Senior Brother is so generous! He actually gave me a whole box!" Li Pingfan's eyes lit up. He quickly climbed into bed and covered his head with the quilt.
Extract!
A flash of spiritual light later, a small wooden box appeared before him.
Li Pingfan couldn't wait to open it. Inside were ten small gold ingots, along with some gold hairpins, jade hairpins, and other ornaments.
The gold wasn't much, and the ornaments weren't particularly exquisite—after all, they were from Gao Village...
But for Li Pingfan, who came from the countryside, this was enough to make him tremble with excitement: "I'm rich! This poor peasant is turning into a wealthy man! Hahaha!"
"Third Brother, what are you squirming about under the covers? Watching a movie again?" Zhang Fengyi leaned over excitedly: "Good movies should be shared, you know?"
"No! I'm not watching a movie!"
Li Pingfan poked his head out from under the quilt and asked: "Second Brother, you're a local 富二代 from Ivy City. Do you know where I can sell gold?"
"Your family's been poor peasants for three generations, right? Where'd you get gold to sell?" Zhang Fengyi asked curiously.
"It's a long story. Just tell me quickly," Li Pingfan 含糊其辞 (mumbled vaguely).
Zhang Fengyi nodded: "All major jewelry stores buy gold. The price is around 300 yuan per gram—don't get cheated."
"Got it. I'll go tomorrow. If it goes smoothly, I'll treat you guys to a big meal when I get back!" Li Pingfan's face was full of excitement.
"Huh? Did we hear that right?"
All three roommates looked at him in surprise: "You're treating us to a meal? This is like an iron tree blooming!"
"You heard right! Tomorrow, cancel all your dates. Second Brother, book the best restaurant—we'll eat to our hearts' content, my treat!" Li Pingfan said proudly.
Since entering university, Li Pingfan had never felt so 扬眉吐气 (proud and elated) as he did at this moment.
One word—爽 (awesome)!
"Haha! In that case, we'll thank Boss Chen in advance!" The three roommates beamed.
Eating at the best restaurant was a rare treat for college students.
The night passed without incident.
The next morning, Li Pingfan took the bus to the city center.
Along the way, he kept checking the Three Realms Red Envelope Group, but unfortunately, everyone in it was just chatting—no red envelopes to grab.
Getting off at the city center, the first thing he saw in the busiest area was the sign for Dafeng Jewelry.
As the largest jewelry store in Ivy City, it had always taken a high-end route, favored by the upper class.
"Wow, this place is impressive—even the security guards are so tall and imposing. I'll pick this one!" Li Pingfan walked over 兴冲冲 ly, but the security guard stopped him at the door.
"Stop! You can't go in!" the security guard said sternly.
"Why? Is it because I'm dressed too shabbily?" Li Pingfan frowned. He had enough self-awareness for that.
Because his family was poor, the clothes he was wearing were three years old, already washed white.
"You are dressed shabbily, but that's not the main reason,"
The security guard shook his head: "The store is receiving an extremely important VIP! No customers can enter until she leaves."
"What kind of VIP needs the store to close for them? That's way too arrogant!" Li Pingfan looked shocked.
"I told you you wouldn't know. Hurry up and leave—don't loiter here. The boss will scold me if he sees you," the security guard said impatiently.
"Fine, I'll try another store," Li Pingfan shrugged, not bothering to argue with the security guard.
Once he had money and status, snobs like this would naturally bow and scrape, humble as dogs.
But just then, a harsh voice came from behind him.
"You little loser! What are you doing here? Get the hell away from me! Don't bring bad luck to my family's store!"
It was none other than Shi Mingwei, with Xu Bingbing clinging to him like a leech.
"Your family's store?" Li Pingfan froze. 冤家路窄 (enemies really are fated to meet on a narrow road).
"Obviously!"
Xu Bingbing snapped 刻薄 ly (sharply): "Dafeng Jewelry is owned by Brother Mingwei's family! Security! Kick this country bumpkin out! He must be here to cause trouble!"
Li Pingfan's expression turned cold, and he scoffed: "If I'd known you two who've eaten shit were here, I wouldn't have come even if you carried me in an eight-person sedan!"
"Bastard! You dare to bring up my embarrassment on my turf! Do you think I, Shi Mingwei, am a pushover?" Shi Mingwei shouted angrily.
"You don't eat pushover—you eat shit," Li Pingfan said calmly.
"You..." Shi Mingwei was so choked he almost spat out blood. "I'm Shi Mingwei! I could crush you this country bumpkin with one hand!"
"You ate shit," Li Pingfan shrugged.
"My dad is Shi Dafeng! Worth 300 million!"
"You ate shit."
"My cousin is a gang leader! He has over a hundred underlings!"
"You ate shit."
"Ugh..." Shi Mingwei stepped back three paces, clutching his chest, struggling to hold back the urge to vomit blood. He felt like he was about to be driven crazy by Li Pingfan.
"Can you stop talking about eating shit?" Shi Mingwei roared.
Li Pingfan nodded, still calm: "You vomited shit—all over Xu Bingbing's face. The classmates took photos, and it blew up the campus forum."
This casual sentence dealt a million times the critical damage to Shi Mingwei and Xu Bingbing.
"Shut up!"
Shi Mingwei and Xu Bingbing screamed in anger, looking like they'd just eaten dog shit, want to smash themselves to death with a block of tofu.
"Double kill!" Li Pingfan smirked playfully, having won a complete victory.
"Security! What are you standing around for? Kick this little bastard out right now!" Shi Mingwei roared in rage, his hands shaking with anger—anyone who didn't know better would think he was having a fit.
"Yes!" The security guard swallowed hard. He'd worked here for years and never seen the arrogant Young Master Shi get messed with like this by an outsider.
But just then, a menacing voice came from inside the store.
"What's going on! Daring to make noise here! If you disturb the VIP, I'll make sure you regret it!"
A middle-aged fat man in a suit walked out first, with an arrogant expression—strikingly similar to Shi Mingwei's.
Clearly, he was Shi Mingwei's father, the owner of Dafeng Jewelry, Shi Dafeng!
"Dad! Uncle!"
Shi Mingwei and Xu Bingbing immediately stood behind Shi Dafeng, muttering and complaining about Li Pingfan.
"Shut up! You're supposed to be my son, Shi Dafeng's son, and you can't even handle a country bumpkin? What a disgrace!" Shi Dafeng was in a bad mood—probably because a deal in the store had fallen through.
At that moment, the VIP also walked out, looking at Li Pingfan in surprise.
"It's you?"