Although I Have a Bus Pass, I'm Not Taking Your Bus

Although I Have a Bus Pass, I'm Not Taking Your Bus

"Brother Jiang, tell me, is this watch real? My God, this is the first time I've ever seen a million-yuan luxury watch from so close up." Wu Jinsong cried out dramatically.

Wu Jinsong's words immediately drew the attention of everyone else in the office. When they heard Jiang Hao was wearing a wristwatch worth over a million, they all came over to take a look.

"Brother Jiang, tell your brother, is this watch really real?" Wu Jinsong asked expectantly.

Jiang Hao smiled faintly. "It's real."

Hearing this, Ma Su said mockingly, "Pfft, real? Looks like cheap street-stall junk to me. A knockoff. Him wearing a watch worth over a million? You've got to be kidding."

Wu Jinsong turned to Ma Su. "What do you know, Ma Su? I may never have owned a real luxury watch, but I definitely know what I'm looking at. This is a classic Vacheron Constantin model, the best of the best. Forget everything else—look at that ring of diamond markers around the dial. Even if you don't know watches, you know diamonds, right?"

After saying that, Wu Jinsong turned back to Jiang Hao. "Brother Jiang, did you buy this watch yourself?"

Jiang Hao shook his head. "No. A friend gave it to me."

The crowd erupted.

A friend gave it to him? What kind of friend casually gave away a luxury watch worth over a million? How rich did that person have to be?

But if someone could give away a watch worth over a million, it meant they certainly weren't short on money. And Jiang Hao was evidently worth that much to them.

Someone nearby asked curiously, "Jiang Hao, what does your friend do?"

"He's the president of a real estate company."

"Why would your friend give you such an expensive watch?"

"Hehe, I treated him to a few roast chickens, and he gave me this watch."

Everyone was stunned. What kind of friend gave away a watch worth over a million just because they were treated to roast chicken?

The way everyone looked at Jiang Hao was filled with extreme envy.

Someone thought, he treated his friend to roast chicken, and the other man gave him a watch worth millions. What did that mean? It meant Jiang Hao was probably a rich second-generation heir too.

The super-rich kind.

Maybe he was even the son of some high-ranking official.

Everyone's imaginations began running wild. They even started picturing cliché idol-drama plots about a conglomerate's prince being sent to work his way up from the bottom, or children of great families being sent out to gain experience.

It couldn't be helped. People had watched far too many shows like that these days.

The way Ma Su looked at Jiang Hao changed as well.

There was a reason Ma Su had always treated Jiang Hao so poorly. When Jiang Hao joined the company last year, his young, tall, handsome appearance had instantly attracted every female colleague in the company, Ma Su included.

Ma Su had originally wanted a taste of young fresh meat herself, but Jiang Hao was a practical sort of person. He kept his distance from scheming bitches like Ma Su. In truth, Ma Su had only wanted to have some fun, but Jiang Hao refused to play along. That infuriated her, and from then on, she targeted him at every turn.

Young, tall, handsome, and rich—that was the perfect type. But if he had no money, he was just a young, tall, handsome poor loser.

But now, Ma Su realized she might have misjudged him.

Her eyes shifted, and she pushed two people aside to stand next to Jiang Hao. With a seductive smile, she said, "Hao Ge, let me help you pack up. By the way, I really can't bear to see you suddenly resign. I'll treat you to dinner tonight as a farewell. After dinner, you can come to my place for a cup of coffee."

Everyone was taken aback. Ma Su had changed far too quickly.

But on second thought, it was normal. This woman had always been that practical.

Jiang Hao looked at her and smiled.

Ma Su's heart leaped with joy. She thought Jiang Hao had been tempted, and the seductive smile on her face deepened.

"Sorry. Although I have a bus pass, I'm not taking your bus."

A bus pass!

Not taking your bus!

"Pfft!!!"

Many people couldn't help laughing out loud.

Jiang Hao was too funny. He actually came up with something like that.

The smile vanished from Ma Su's face, replaced by embarrassment and shameful anger. She snorted, turned around, and swayed her hips as she walked away.

Just then, the manager came out of his office. Seeing the commotion outside, he shouted, "What are you all doing? Don't you have work to do?"

Everyone scattered back to their seats.

However, one of his close subordinates went up and told him about Jiang Hao. The manager was stunned, then his eyes shifted. He walked over to Jiang Hao and glanced at his wristwatch. Though he knew nothing about watches, he could still tell how luxurious it was.

"Jiang Hao, you're leaving?"

"Yes, Manager."

The manager paused before saying, "Your salary for this month will be deposited into your account on time."

"Then thank you, Manager. Everyone, I'm leaving. Perhaps we'll meet again someday." Once he had packed up his things, Jiang Hao put on his suit and carried his box outside.

Xiao Yu called after him, "Brother Jiang, what are you going to do from now on?"

Jiang Hao thought for a moment, then said very solemnly, "I think I might deliver food in the future."

Everyone was stunned. Wu Jinsong laughed. "Brother Jiang, stop joking. Wearing Vacheron Constantin to deliver food? Why not drive a Ferrari to work for Didi too?"

"That's not out of the question. Hehe."

Jiang Hao smiled as he left the insurance company, leaving behind the job he had worked hard at for an entire year.

From that day onward, his world would become as boundless as the oceans and skies.

The manager returned to his office and anxiously began thinking back over their past interactions. Had he ever offended Jiang Hao? He was afraid that if Jiang Hao really was some rich second-generation heir or the son of an official, Jiang Hao might come back to retaliate. As a minor department manager at a small insurance company, he couldn't afford to bear the consequences.

Workplace conflicts were nothing unusual, but one had to keep one's eyes open. Never offend someone who couldn't be offended.

Jiang Hao returned to his rented room, put down his belongings, then headed out again. This time, he planned to visit some auction houses.

There were several auction houses in Binhai City. Jiang Hao chose the two largest ones. After looking at his watch, one of them immediately refused when it learned Jiang Hao could not provide an invoice. The other said it could auction the watch for 800,000 yuan, but Jiang Hao would have to pay the handling fee upfront. Jiang Hao decisively retreated.

He had heard about the tricks some auction houses used. They would value a broken bowl at a million, make the owner pay a five-percent handling fee upfront, and as for whether it sold or not, the auction house would say, "That has nothing to do with us."

Their profit came from the handling fee.

It was all a scam.

Did he really have to sell it cheaply to a pawnshop?

Jiang Hao was unwilling to accept that.

As he browsed online on his phone, he suddenly came across a website for online auctions of secondhand luxury goods. Jiang Hao was intrigued. He registered an account, took photos with his phone, and uploaded them, hoping someone would notice his watch.

Not long after, Jiang Hao's phone rang.

"Is this Mr. Jiang? We're from Qi Mao Online Auction Company. Could we take a look at the actual watch you listed?"

"Of course, but I'm in Binhai City."

"We have an office in Binhai City. Someone will contact you shortly."