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The color drained from the security guard's face inch by inch, until his face was as white as the white wall behind him.

He took a half step back, his heel hitting the steps of the guard post and almost tripping.

Then he started shaking his head, shaking it harder and harder, and the mumbling he made went from indistinct to clear:

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

How could you possibly be the owner of Villa Number One? You're wearing that...

You clearly got out of a beat-up taxi...

That's impossible! You're definitely lying! You're just a liar!

"Manager, don't believe him! How could a poor student like him afford Villa Number One!"

His last words were almost a scream, his voice cracked.

The driver stood next to the taxi, still clutching the car keys in his hand, his mouth agape as if he could fit a tea egg inside.

He recalled the words he had said to Zhang Yifan in the car earlier, and now he felt as if his face was being slapped repeatedly, each slap crisp and loud.

This young man wasn't there to visit his classmates or to brag; he was a homeowner, specifically the owner of the most expensive building in the entire Yujingyuan complex.

He had been driving a taxi for over a decade and had never made such a mistake before.

Despite his misjudgment, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

What was he saying in the car just now?

People's fates are different? Bullshit! People's fates are indeed different, but sometimes the different directions can be reversed.

He glanced at the trembling security guard, couldn't help but grin, and felt that the trip was worthwhile, even with the fare waived.

The property manager reacted faster than anyone else.

He bent down, giving a perfect ninety-degree bow, his voice filled with undisguised fear and lingering apprehension:

"Mr. Zhang, I am so sorry! It is my fault for being incompetent in managing my subordinates and causing you such a great injustice on your first visit."

Today's incident was entirely due to my negligence; I failed to send your information to the post in advance, which led to this misunderstanding.

On behalf of all the staff at Yujingyuan Property Management, I sincerely apologize to you. We are sorry!

He bent over, not daring to look up.

He didn't care whose child Zhang Yifan was, or whether his background was that of an official, a businessman, or some other powerful force that he couldn't find out about.

He only knows one thing.

He can't afford to mess with anyone who can acquire Villa No. 1 at this age.

He's been in this industry for over a decade and has seen too many true masters who are incredibly low-key; the more simply they dress, the less you should mess with them.

His gaze swept over Zhang Yifan, and he mentally slapped himself hard.

I felt like I recognized this person just now, so why didn't I think about it more carefully?

Just because he was wearing old clothes? Just because he looked like a poor student?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he dared not straighten up his bent-over back.

Zhang Yifan didn't tell the manager to straighten up; he looked at him, his tone remaining calm.

"Manager, I was the one who was stopped today, but the driver was the one who was scolded."

If it weren't me being stopped today, but an ordinary deliveryman, courier, or a relative coming to visit, would you have the same attitude?

Security guards swearing, banging on cars, and chasing people away—do you think this is normal?

If every visitor is treated like this, then I think Yujingyuan's service standards really don't match its price.

Sweat streamed down the manager's forehead and temples; he dared not wipe it away, repeatedly saying:

"Mr. Zhang's criticism is correct; it is our problem. I will rectify it immediately!"

What happened today cannot be dismissed as a misunderstanding. I will definitely give you and this driver an explanation!

He straightened up, turned around, and his respectful expression instantly turned sharp as he sternly addressed the security guard:

"You, come here! Apologize to Mr. Zhang! Apologize to this driver! Now! Right now!"

The security guard stood there, looking like a tree stump struck by lightning.

His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, his knuckles cracking.

He can apologize to the homeowner; it's his own fault for looking down on people and treating the real homeowner like a poor student.

But why should he apologize to a taxi driver?

He's been standing in this booth for years. Which taxi driver hasn't been bossed around by him? Which food delivery driver wouldn't avoid him?

If we ask him to bow his head and apologize to someone who drives a beat-up Jetta, where will he put his face?

He ripped off his hat and slammed it onto the guard post table with a harsh thud.

"Manager, I quit. I'm resigning."

But I will never apologize to a beat-up taxi driver.

I don't want this job, but I still want to save face.

The manager's face darkened.

He took a step forward, leaned close to the security guard's ear, and whispered something in a low voice.

"You think resigning is the end of it? You'd better think it through. With Mr. Zhang's status and influence, do you think you can still make a living in Jinan?"

If you apologize now, I can still put in a good word for you and try to get your forgiveness.

If you don't apologize and walk out of this door, you won't even be able to work as a security guard in Jinan.

I keep my word.

The security guard's face went from white to green, then from green to gray.

His shoulders slumped slowly, his lips moved several times, then he turned around, lowered his head, and walked to the taxi driver.

His voice was low and hoarse, as if each word was being squeezed out from between his teeth:

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken pictures of your car, I shouldn't have yelled at you, I shouldn't have chased you away, it's all my fault."

The driver stood there, stunned, for a long while.

He's been driving a taxi for over a decade, and he's lost count of how many times he's been yelled at by security guards.

They complained that his car was old, that he blocked the road, and that he lowered the standard of the neighborhood.

No one ever apologized to him; he always just smiled and said he'd leave right away.

He never imagined that one day a security guard would bow his head and apologize to him in public.

He scratched the back of his head, his lips moved as if he wanted to say "It's nothing, it's nothing," but then he felt that saying that would be too easy on him.

I wanted to say "be careful next time," but then I felt that I shouldn't be the one to say it.

In the end, he simply straightened his back, twirled the car keys in his hand, and nodded to the security guard.

There was a feeling in that posture that he hadn't experienced in over a decade—finally being treated like a human being.

The property manager quickly walked up to the driver, shook his hand, and spoke sincerely:

"Master, I'm so sorry for today."

Don't worry, I'll arrange it when I get back. I'll mark out a special taxi waiting area at the entrance of the community. From now on, you won't have to hide when you come to drop off or pick up people. You can just park openly at the main entrance.

You are here to serve our homeowners, so we have no reason to neglect you.

This is my business card. If you ever come to Yujingyuan to drop someone off and encounter any problems, just call me and I'll come out to meet you personally.

The driver was flattered and accepted the business card; his fingers were trembling slightly.

He looked at the business card over and over again, carefully put it into his breast pocket, patted his pocket, and felt that today's job was well worth it. He would brag about it to his old buddies in the team for a year when he got back.

He turned to look at Zhang Yifan, gave him a thumbs-up, and grinned, revealing a set of uneven white teeth.

"Young man, I'm off! Thanks to you today, I finally got to hold my head high at the entrance of Yujingyuan!"

"If you ever need a car in the future, just call me, and I'll be there anytime, no charge!"

After saying that, he climbed into the driver's seat, started his beat-up Jetta that had been slapped several times by the security guard, the engine emitted a pleasant and rough roar, the wheels rolled over the smooth cement road in front of Yujingyuan, and he drove away.

The security guard took off his uniform, folded it neatly, and placed it on the guard booth table.

He glanced at Zhang Yifan, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything and walked away dejectedly with his head down.

The property manager watched the security guard walk away and quickly composed himself.

He took out a pre-prepared business card from his suit pocket and respectfully handed it to Zhang Yifan with both hands:

"Mr. Zhang, let me formally introduce myself. My surname is Zhou, and I am the property manager of Yujingyuan, as well as your personal butler."

I was the one who contacted you on the phone earlier.

I was supposed to greet you personally at the entrance of the residential area, but...

He gave a wry smile, not saying what he was going to say, but simply bowed deeply again.

"I'm so sorry, this way please, I'll take you to inspect the house."

Zhang Yifan took the business card, glanced at it, and casually put it in his pocket.

Then he turned his head and looked at Shen Zhiyi, who was standing to the side without saying a word.

She was looking at him with an indescribable expression.

"Want to go take a look together?" he asked her.

Shen Zhiyi was stunned for a moment.

She probably didn't expect Zhang Yifan to invite her to inspect the house together in public. She subconsciously glanced at Manager Zhou, and then at Zhang Yifan.

Her expression remained indifferent, but the tips of her ears had somehow turned a light pink.

She pulled the convenience store bag closer to her chest, nodded, and said in a soft but decisive voice, "Okay."