Urban: Please, Stop Showing Off in Front of Me

At a class reunion.

As soon as everyone sat down, the table was covered with car keys for all kinds of cars: Mercedes-Benzes, BMWs, Land Rovers.

"I may not have done well in school, but I’ve done pretty well for myself. I own a few houses now, and drive a Mercedes."

"Me? I’m nothing special. I just married a decent husband. I don’t even have to leave the house each month; he regularly hands over a six-figure salary."

"I work in a certain department and oversee a few people. If anyone needs anything, just come to me..."

We agreed: no secretaries, no mistresses, no wearing chunky gold chains and little gold watches, no publicly calling subordinates to chew them out, and no constantly talking about projects worth tens of millions.

So what are all of you doing?

"Tang Lin, what have you been up to lately?"

Tang Lin lit a cigarette. "Me? I’ve got no money, no house, and no job. I just bought two whole streets at Wanda Plaza a couple of months ago."

"Ding! Congratulations, Host, you have awakened the Anti-Bragging System..."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.