Er Gou, life in the countryside is so carefree!

Yuntian Hotel.

These five large, gilded characters gleamed in the midday sun, exuding an air of opulence that was almost too dazzling to look at directly.

As the only near-five-star hotel in the county, Yuntian Hotel is not only a landmark of the county, but also a symbol of status and prestige.

The two white marble lions at the entrance are majestic and imposing, as if scrutinizing every visitor who comes in and out, embodying the concept of "different classes" to their very core.

Zhou Caixia's bright red BMW X5, like a flowing flame, drew a beautiful arc and came to a steady stop in front of the magnificent revolving door in the hotel lobby.

"Ergou, go downstairs and wait for me. I'll go park the car."

As Zhou Caixia unbuckled her seatbelt, she winked at Chen Ergou, rekindling the lingering ambiguity from their time in the car. "I'll take you out for something nice later to help you recover."

Chen Ergou smiled helplessly. This woman never misses a chance to tease him.

He pushed open the car door and got out, his feet landing on the marble steps with red carpet at the hotel entrance, feeling a little soft.

The car door closed, and Zhou Caixia stepped on the gas, the BMW roaring towards the underground parking lot.

Chen Ergou stood on the steps, looking up at the towering hotel building. The glass curtain wall reflected the blinding sunlight, and those coming and going were either successful people in suits or fashionable women dressed in flamboyant attire. The air was filled with the mixed scents of high-end perfumes and expensive tobacco. This was the county town's den of fame and fortune, a money pit.

He looked down at himself.

He was wearing an old, faded shirt, which was clean but the collar was frayed; he was wearing loose black homespun trousers, with some yellow mud stains still on the cuffs from when he had taken a picture at the village entrance; and his black cloth shoes with thick soles were completely out of place on the gleaming marble floor.

This stark contrast drew strange glances from several well-dressed men and women passing by. Some even covered their mouths and noses, as if afraid of being tainted by some bad luck, and quickly walked around them.

Chen Ergou didn't care at all.

He stood with his hands in his pockets, looking completely at ease.

In his eyes, no matter how luxurious the hotel was, it was nothing more than a pile of steel and concrete; no matter how well these people dressed, whether they had any diseases or not, those diseases could not be hidden by their clothes.

Just as he was about to step through the revolving door to go into the lobby to enjoy the air conditioning while waiting for Zhou Caixia, a hand wearing a white glove suddenly reached out and coldly blocked his way.

"Stop! What are you doing?"

The security guard at the entrance stopped him.

The security guard was a tall man, over 1.8 meters tall, wearing a crisp uniform with a walkie-talkie strapped to his shoulder. At first glance, he looked even more imposing than a regular police officer.

But those eyes weren't for checking for safety; they were for "measuring people."

He looked Chen Ergou up and down, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt, as if he were looking at a stray dog ​​that had wandered into the palace.

"Let's eat." Chen Ergou stopped and replied with two words indifferently.

"Have a meal?"

The security guard, as if he'd heard the funniest joke, curled his lips into a mocking smile and snorted at Chen Ergou:

"Young man, have you come to the wrong place? This is the Yuntian Grand Hotel, not some roadside eatery. Do you know how much a plate of shredded potatoes costs here? Enough to buy ten sets of your entire outfit!"

He pointed to an alley not far away and waved his hand impatiently:

"Go away, go away! There are boxed lunches over there, ten yuan all you can eat. Don't get in the way. Don't you know where you are? Do you think someone like you can come in here?"

Chen Ergou frowned slightly.

He was in a good mood and didn't want to lower himself to the level of this watchdog, but the man's words were really too rude.

"What? Does the Yuntian Hotel have a rule that you can't enter wearing cloth shoes?" Chen Ergou wasn't annoyed, but his eyes turned colder as he calmly retorted, "Or do you mean that when your hotel opens its doors to do business, you have to check your guests' ancestors for eighteen generations first?"

"Hey! You country bumpkin, you're pretty sharp-tongued!"

The security guard was surprised that this country bumpkin dared to talk back. His face darkened, and he slapped the rubber roller in his palm, taking a step forward as if he was about to physically drive the man away.

"Rules? I am the rule!" the security guard said menacingly.

"Our hotel caters to VIPs, people of importance! Look at your shabby appearance, your muddy feet are a mess. If you dirty our carpets, we couldn't afford to pay for it even if we sold you! Get out of here! Don't make me throw you out!"

Many of the customers coming and going stopped to watch the spectacle, pointing and whispering about Chen Ergou, most of them with gloating expressions.

"Where did this country bumpkin come from? He really doesn't know any manners."

"Exactly, they don't even know their place. They think they can get a meal at Yuntian Restaurant?"

"And the security guard, why waste words with him? Just kick him out."

Hearing the surrounding chatter, Chen Ergou sneered inwardly.

Is this what they call city dwellers, the so-called upper class?

A bunch of people wearing human skin but who haven't learned how to be human yet.

Just as he was about to speak, a piercing engine roar, like the howl of a wild beast, came from afar and instantly attracted everyone's attention.

A bright yellow Porsche 911 sports car with a stylish design and sleek lines shot up the ramp in front of the hotel like a yellow lightning bolt.

The car was moving extremely fast, and it only slammed on the brakes when it was still a few meters away from the door.

"squeak--!"

The tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground, leaving two black marks, and the front of the car stopped almost touching Chen Ergou's trouser leg.

The security guard who had been glaring menacingly at Chen Ergou just moments before instantly transformed into a fawning smile the moment he saw the car.

His back was bent so low that his head almost touched the ground.

"Oh! Young Master Zhao! You've arrived!"

The security guard scurried over and eagerly opened the driver's side door of the Porsche, thoughtfully placing his hand on the door frame to prevent the person inside from bumping their head.

A foot wearing a limited edition Air Jordan sneaker stepped out.

Immediately afterwards, a young man in his early twenties climbed out of the car.

The man had striking granny gray hair, wore sunglasses, had earrings, and dressed in flashy designer clothes. The Richard Miller watch on his wrist, studded with diamonds, sparkled in the sunlight.

He was Zhao Tai, the notorious playboy in the county, whose family was involved in real estate development.

A woman also got out of the passenger seat.

This is a typical "internet celebrity face".

Her chin was so sharp it could kill someone, her double eyelids were so wide they could trap a mosquito, and her breasts were unnaturally high. She wore a tight sequined mini-skirt, and her sky-high heels clicked loudly on the ground.

As soon as she got out of the car, she clung tightly to Zhao Tai's arm, practically hanging on him, and said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Darling, you were driving too fast just now, my heart was about to jump out of my chest~"

Zhao Tai reached out and pinched her buttocks hard, laughing loudly, "This is considered fast? Later in bed, I'll show you what real 'fast' means!"

The internet celebrity gave a coquettish laugh and punched Zhao Tai's chest with her little fist: "Ugh~ It's broad daylight, and so many people are watching."

The two flirted and teased each other, oblivious to everyone else around them.

The security guard stood to the side, bowing and scraping, looking utterly servile: "Young Master Zhao, are you going to your usual private room again today?"

"Nonsense! Where else would we go if not the usual private room?" Zhao Tai impatiently tossed his car keys to the security guard. "Park the car properly! If you scratch even a speck of paint, I'll skin you alive!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Don't worry, I'll treat you like royalty!" The security guard took the key as if he had received a royal decree.

Zhao Tai was about to walk inside with the internet celebrity woman in his arms when he suddenly stopped and his gaze fell on Chen Ergou, who was standing to the side.

He had stopped the car too abruptly and hadn't noticed, but now he realized there was someone standing at the door.