Chapter 9
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Xiao Li froze in place, staring at Store Manager Zhao Long in disbelief.
Zhao Long’s mouth hung open—he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
Who would've thought a billionaire would be obsessed with delivering packages? Not only that, but he was volunteering to deliver someone else’s packages—for free!
“Uh…”
Zhao Long was at a loss for words.
If all his couriers were this enthusiastic, scrambling to make deliveries like Su Ye, what kind of world would that be?
“It’s settled then!” Su Ye declared cheerfully when no one objected.
Before they could respond, he had already packed up both his and Xiao Li’s packages onto the tricycle and rode off, wobbling slightly as he disappeared down the street—leaving a crowd of stunned coworkers behind.
“Did… did Brother Su hit his head?”
“Watch your mouth! Brother Su believes labor is glorious!”
“Xiao Li, you lucky guy…”
Riding the tricycle, Su Ye didn’t feel inferior to driving a supercar at all.
Cruising through the streets with some catchy music playing, wind brushing against his face—he was the coolest guy around.
Sure, the Bugatti Veyron was faster and more luxurious, but the trunk was way too small. Not ideal for delivering packages.
And now, every package might be the special package that triggered his system rewards.
The more deliveries he made, the higher his chances of scoring big from the system.
To others, it seemed crazy that Su Ye would volunteer to deliver Xiao Li’s packages and even give him credit for it. But to Su Ye, the delivery stats didn’t matter. The real prize was the potential system bonuses.
As he pedaled along, Su Ye was in a great mood.
It was rush hour—cars flowed like a tide and people swarmed the sidewalks.
Stopping at a red light at an intersection, he noticed a weathered man nearby, also a courier by the looks of it. Helmet off, the man, probably in his thirties, was smoking while waiting.
"Hey, bro," Su Ye greeted casually.
“Hey, kid,” the man replied coolly, glancing at Su Ye’s tricycle.
“You should wear a helmet when delivering packages,” the man advised.
Su Ye was puzzled. “For safety?”
The man took another drag from his cigarette, then replied with a cryptic smirk: “No… so your old classmates don’t recognize you.”
…
Su Ye was speechless.
So it was about saving face, not safety.
This guy clearly had stories.
Su Ye chuckled. “Haven’t run into any classmates so far.”
“The city’s big—what are the odds, right?”
The older courier just shook his head silently. So young, so naive.
Just then, a BMW rolled up next to them. The window lowered slowly, and a man leaned out, calling out excitedly:
“Su Ye! Long time no see!”
…
Su Ye and the older courier locked eyes—pure silence, thick with second-hand embarrassment.
What the—seriously?
The man looked familiar, but Su Ye couldn’t quite place him.
“You don’t recognize me? I’m Jiang Haoran! We used to skip class and play video games together!”
Oh. Right.
Jiang Haoran turned to his passenger. “Wenwen, look! It’s Su Ye, our classmate!”
In the passenger seat sat a woman with shoulder-length hair, dressed fashionably and exuding wealth and allure. Easily an 8 out of 10.
She looked surprised—Su Ye had definitely gotten more handsome since college, with a calm confidence that drew people in.
But… he was delivering packages?
The light turned green.
“We’ll catch up later!” Jiang Haoran called out as the BMW pulled away.
“Sure,” Su Ye replied calmly.
Watching them drive off, Su Ye didn’t feel the slightest emotional ripple.
A man needs vision… and composure.
Su Ye had a ¥40 million mansion and a ¥30+ million supercar at home—why would he feel threatened?
He gave a casual wave to the older courier, then leisurely rode off again on his tricycle.
…
Back in the BMW:
Wenwen couldn’t shake what she’d just seen.
“Su Ye’s delivering packages now?”
Jiang Haoran chuckled smugly. “We’ve got a class reunion in two days. Let’s ask him then.”
He hadn’t mentioned the reunion earlier, but now that he knew Su Ye was a courier, he was looking forward to showing off.
Everyone knows what reunions are really about—someone has to play the audience while others take the spotlight.
He hoped Su Ye would be clapping for him.
Wenwen’s expression soured.
She had liked Su Ye during college. Seeing him like this now… she felt a strange mix of shock and disappointment.
Jiang Haoran noticed her reaction and felt secretly pleased.
Back in college, Wenwen was the class goddess—barely gave him the time of day. But now? She didn’t hesitate to accept his invitation for a drive.
Women… sigh.
Later that day, after a few deliveries, Su Ye received a message from Jiang Haoran.
“We’ve got a class reunion the night after tomorrow. You free?”
Su Ye didn’t need to guess what this was about.
Sure, why not?
“I’m free,” he replied.
“Awesome! You’ve gotta come—without our class hunk, the girls won’t even show up! Haha!”
“8 PM, JinDi Hotel. I’ll come pick you up—don’t be late!”
Jiang Haoran’s string of excited messages made it clear: he couldn’t wait to put on a show.
Su Ye replied with a single word: “Sure.”
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