Chapter Thirty-Two: A Slap in the Face

Chapter Thirty-Two: A Slap in the Face

The hall was eerily silent, as if death itself had swept through, until suddenly a crowd rushed forward.

“Young sir, are you here to buy a house? I have the latest discounts!”

“I have them too! Plus, I can offer you extra parking spaces!”

“Choose me! You can pick any floor you like!”

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Among them, the tall, slim young man stood out. With his long legs, he ran faster than anyone, and in an instant, he was right in front of Shi Bai. The posture he’d held so rigidly before now bent at a sharp ninety degrees.

“Young sir, he’s my apprentice, and I am his master. Surely you know that a master can get better deals than his apprentice, right? So, let me take you to buy your house!”

Shi Bai listened, glanced at the chubby young man, saw his fists clenched and his cheeks flushed red, obviously furious but too intimidated to show it. He immediately understood why the young man hadn’t closed a single deal in two months.

It was all because of this so-called master.

Shi Bai sneered. “Sorry, I choose him,” he said, pointing at the chubby youth.

The chubby youth’s head shot up, his eyes shining with hope as he looked at Shi Bai.

The others, seeing the drama was over, withdrew awkwardly, but the tall, slim youth remained.

“Young sir, let me explain. You’re young and probably don’t understand the rules of society. I’m his master, so I surely know more, am more professional. So you should pick me.”

Shi Bai snorted, “Don’t understand the rules of society? I know more than you ever will. Get lost, I’m not choosing you!”

The chubby youth breathed out in relief, about to smile, when the tall youth barked, “Zhang Kangkang! How dare you steal my deal!”

The chubby youth trembled, his face falling. “I…” He looked at Shi Bai, then at the tall youth, so aggrieved he was nearly in tears.

“Young brother… maybe let my master… maybe he should take you instead…”

The tall youth folded his arms, smiling smugly. Then he bent over again at ninety degrees. “Young sir, see? He doesn’t even have confidence. You should come with me.”

Everyone in the hall looked on with disdain, but no one spoke up. In this cold world, they all believed in survival of the fittest. If the chubby youth wouldn’t fight for himself, no one else would help him.

“What a shameless bastard!”

Shi Bai spat on the floor. “What kind of lousy master are you? Stealing deals from your own apprentice? He hasn’t closed a single deal in two months!”

He reached out and slapped the tall youth’s face repeatedly. “If I bought a house through you, I’d feel filthy!”

Then he slapped the chubby youth hard. “And you! Why are you so timid? He’s stealing your deals right in front of you, and you don’t even get angry? Are you made entirely of water?”

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Everyone in the hall was stunned by the scene before them, yet something felt surreal—a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old boy publicly chastising two grown men, and all his words made sense. It was almost magical.

The chubby youth was left dumbfounded, unsure what to do. Shi Bai, exasperated, grabbed him by the arm. “Come on! Let’s buy a house!”

Only then did he snap out of it and hurried off to fetch the paperwork.

The two sat down at a small table, and the chubby youth began discussing houses with Shi Bai.

“Young brother, tell me what kind of house you want. I’ll find you the best match!”

Just then, the tall youth approached again, arms folded. He said to the chubby youth,

“You really believe a kid like him? I bet he’s just playing with you because you’re useless!”

Having been cursed out in front of everyone and slapped, the tall youth now had nowhere to vent his anger.

The chubby youth looked uneasy and forced a smile. “Young brother, are you really buying a house?”

Shi Bai smiled wryly. “Of course.”

“So, how big do you want it?”

“You really think he’ll buy a house?” The tall youth sneered. “Even if he does, it’ll be no more than a one-bedroom!”

Shi Bai stood up abruptly. “What’s your problem? Why are you still buzzing around me? Manager! Where’s your manager? Get him out here—I want to file a complaint!”

The whole room fell silent; no one dared speak.

The chubby youth leaned in and whispered, “He’s our manager.”

“Oh?” Shi Bai turned to the tall youth, who was gritting his teeth and smirking. “Let’s see how you buy a house today!”

Shi Bai chuckled. “Looks like today’s matter needs to be escalated.”

He activated his system. “Custom task: Make the chubby youth slap his master’s face.”

“Custom task successful. Task initiated.”

To make the chubby youth slap the tall youth, you had to give him confidence—or rather, take away the tall youth’s confidence. So Shi Bai said,

“All right, let’s leave it at that for today. I won’t be buying a house after all.”

The tall youth burst out laughing. “What’s wrong? Scared?” He reached out and slapped Shi Bai’s face. “I thought you were someone important—turns out you’re just a coward!”

Shi Bai knocked his hand away. “Don’t get cocky. You’ll regret it soon enough.”

The tall youth snorted. “Oh, I’m so scared! You little punk, I’m waiting!”

With Shi Bai backing out, the chubby youth lowered his head again. He’d thought he finally had a deal, but at the crucial moment, it slipped away.

Shi Bai patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry. Your luck is about to change.”

The chubby youth shook his head with a bitter smile. With a master like that, how could luck ever favor him? Even if it did, it would just be snatched away.

Just then, a middle-aged man in a sheepskin coat walked in from outside.

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The staff froze for a second, then pounced like hungry wolves.

“Hello! How can I help you?”

“Looking to buy a house?”

“Hello! I have special offers!”

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Everyone knew that these days, someone in a sheepskin coat wasn’t necessarily a shepherd—they could be a mine owner!

And mine owners didn’t buy houses one at a time, but floor by floor.

As the crowd surrounded him, the chubby youth shouted, “Uncle!”

The man in the sheepskin coat paused, “Kangkang!”

Everyone was stunned. “What’s going on here?”

“Uncle, why are you here?” The chubby youth beamed.

The man in the sheepskin coat was equally surprised to see the youth. “Your uncle bought a mine, made some money, and today he’s here to buy a house!”

“Really?!” The chubby youth nearly leaped for joy. “Uncle! You’ve come to the right place—I sell houses here!”

“Is that so? What a coincidence!” His uncle laughed. “All right, you take me. I’ll buy a whole floor.”

The entire hall was hushed. Everyone had heard coal bosses were wealthy, but this was truly extravagant!

The chubby youth was ecstatic. “Great! Come with me—I know a building with good location and an entire floor vacant. Let’s go!”

“No need!” His uncle shook off the youth’s hand and laughed. “I trust you—this whole floor is for our family. You’ll get a unit too. Wouldn’t you choose carefully?”

The silence deepened, especially for the tall youth, whose face had turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

The chubby youth glanced around. None of his colleagues dared meet his eyes. Some young women even tucked their hair behind their ears, revealing shy smiles.

An unprecedented confidence filled him. He straightened his back and strode over to his master, grinning with only his lips.

“Master, thank you for everything these days.”

The tall youth forced a laugh. “Heh, it’s… it’s nothing!”

Smack! A crisp sound rang out as the chubby youth slapped his master’s face.

“I thank your grandmother’s legs!”

He slapped again, hard. “I thank your whole family, thank your ancestors!”

He slapped him eighteen times in a row.

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