Everyone looked at Yang Fei in disbelief, their gazes filled with the superiority and disdain that upper-class people hold toward those beneath them.

Liang Jiayi was flustered, her face flushed with intense guilt.

She understood all too well the nature of the friends around her.

Conceited, elitist, snobbish, and vulgar—it was a flaw common to almost everyone.

Yang Fei's status had doomed him from ever being a part of this circle.

These nobles would absolutely never accept him.

Such were the iron-clad, unspoken rules of these circles.

Yang Fei gazed leisurely at Fang Tang, facing the disdainful looks from everyone.

He was not the least bit uneasy or humble; instead, he merely smiled as usual.

Yang Fei narrowed his eyes and spoke calmly, "Secretary Fang, it seems in your heart, a person's status and identity can indeed be measured by money."

"Then, Secretary Fang, how much is your monthly salary?"

Fang Tang looked up proudly, replying indifferently, "Money might not be the sole standard to measure status and identity, but it does have certain reference value."

"I apologize, but my monthly salary is six thousand yuan, just slightly more than yours."

"Six thousand yuan, haha, that's really not little. Rich people can indeed throw around their weight with money so recklessly."

Yang Fei exclaimed with a tsk-tsk of appreciation.

Given the way he spoke, the six thousand yuan Fang Tang mentioned seemed as much as sixty million or six billion.

His exaggerated tone and mocking expression left Fang Tang with nowhere to hide his embarrassment.

Honestly, for these elite men and women here, even a single meal could cost more than six thousand yuan.

An elite descendant like Fang Tang was certainly not pursuing a career for a salary of six thousand yuan.

This much was crystal clear to everyone.

Clearly, six thousand yuan was not the reason Fang Tang could join the circles of the nobility; rather, it was his family background and connections.

This fact was also clear to everyone, even the average person could understand it.

Yet, Yang Fei seemed utterly oblivious, like a fool.

"Indeed, six thousand yuan isn't a lot, but for an odd-job man like you at a low-end hotel, it's still something you can only look up to."

"Enough, I'm not interested in discussing this with you, shall we go?"

Unable to tolerate Yang Fei's extensive mockery any longer, Fang Tang bluntly used money to silence him, cutting off Yang Fei's speech.

His last statement, however, was directed at Sister Ying, seemingly forgetting that just a moment ago, Sister Ying had ordered him to leave.

The others roared in agreement.

Ever since they learned that Yang Fei was merely a hotel odd-job man.

Their resentment toward Yang Fei miraculously lessened quite a bit.

Everyone understood that with Liang Jiayi's status and position, she simply wasn't a match for a hotel odd-job man.

This was perhaps very clear even to Liang Jiayi herself.

Sister Ying coughed once and clapped her hands.

She spoke lightly, "Ming Tai has heard that Sister Xue and Ye Zi are back, and is hosting a welcome party for the two beauties at Phoenix Mountain Jing Shui Resort."

"Everyone here today, no one is allowed to leave; we won't return tonight until we're all drunk."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately perked up and cheered loudly.

Only Ye Zi's face flushed, "That's not good, Sister Ying, what has Ming Tai offered you to set up this scheme?"

Sister Ying chuckled, "Don't be a sore loser. Ming Tai wants to celebrate for you, and you're probably thrilled about it inside."

"Everyone knows what's on your mind, you've liked Ming Tai for so many years, don't you want to turn your affection into a lifelong commitment?"

Ye Zi stamped her foot and cursed softly in a coquettish manner.

"You fool, always hiding behind others; tonight, watch how I deal with you."

Upon hearing this, Sister Jing burst out laughing.

She spoke warmly, "It's up to you then. If you like, you can squeeze Ming Tai dry, and we definitely won't object."

"However, whether Ming Tai is willing or not, that we don't know, Gege."

Sister Jing's remarks had Ye Zi stamping her foot and pouting prettily.

Everyone burst into laughter, as if the displeasure from moments ago had passed.

Xue'er, Ye Zi, and Liang Jiayi were close friends, and the three soon whispered off to the side.

Taking advantage of this, Sister Ying greeted everyone, instructing them to follow the plan and hurry Yang Fei away.

An elite disciple gathering would be contaminated if a hotel odd-job man were allowed to mix in...

It felt as though a beautiful dish had been spoiled by a fly, disgusting everyone.

Yang Fei clearly felt everyone automatically ignoring him.

And they all became more polite and personable.

Of course, except for the disdain and mockery in their eyes, which was uncomfortable.

Everyone drove separately.

Ye Zi and Xue'er, having reunited with Liang Jiayi after a long time, did not wish to part and followed her to the front of Yang Fei's car.

The new Range Rover gleamed like a diamond with its sleek bodywork, exuding a luxurious yet fierce aura.

Seeing this luxury vehicle, both Xue'er and Ye Zi exclaimed in amazement.

Ye Zi, laughing coquettishly, put her arm around Liang Jiayi's shoulder.

"You sneaky little devil, getting such a luxury car without a peep, such cars are rare in a small place like Yannan."

Xue'er's eyes sparkled as she hugged Liang Jiayi's neck.

"No way, you already bought a car, I need to borrow it for three months, I absolutely love this model."

Liang Jiayi laughed, making a rare silly face.

"I couldn't afford a car like this."

"Even if I did, my dad would have killed me. This car, it's Brother Fei's."

"What, this car... it's Brother Fei's? My goodness!"

Xue'er and Ye Zi both widened their eyes.

Xue'er, being outspoken, exclaimed out loud before realizing it was rude, then turned around and stuck her tongue out at Yang Fei.

Ye Zi was much sharper than Xue'er, looking at Yang Fei in astonishment.

"Didn't Secretary Fang say that Mr. Yang Fei was just an odd-job man?"

"Buying such a car is way too luxurious, isn't it?"

Yang Fei, listening from the side, chuckled.

These members of high society spoke so evasively, but they clearly meant that Brother couldn't afford a Range Rover.

Liang Jiayi felt uneasy whenever this topic came up and was also very dissatisfied with Secretary Fang.

"Secretary Fang is such a snob, friendship should be about understanding each other, who cares about status? I hate that about him the most."

Xue'er and Ye Zi giggled, nodding, "Jiayi is right, Secretary Fang really is no good."

Yang Fei had no intention of showing off.

Indeed, among these luxury vehicles, the Range Rover wasn't even the most luxurious.

But Yang Fei, dressed in his tattered military greens and being a hotel odd-job man...

It was really hard for anyone to associate him with such a luxury car.

So when Yang Fei got into his vehicle and started the engine, he immediately dazzled quite a few onlookers.

"Damn it, that guy's car is actually a Range Rover; how can a hotel odd-job man afford to drive that?"

"Damn it, we've all been played by that kid Secretary Fang."

"Who knows, maybe this Yang Fei is also an elite, otherwise why would Jiayi fancy him?"

"Damn it, Secretary Fang that bastard fooled us, he's really no good!"

...

Seeing Yang Fei get into the Range Rover, almost all the elite disciples cursed Secretary Fang.

How could such a person be a mere hotel odd-job man?

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