I wear an old undershirt, shuffle around in flip-flops, and keep a pack of Hongtashan cigarettes that cost seven yuan in my pocket.
My daily routine: mopping floors, slacking off, reciting poetry, and mouthing off. My catchphrase: "What the hell's it got to do with me?"
Everyone thinks I'm just a foul-mouthed janitor.
That is, until one poser after another comes knocking:
Fake luxury watches, fake supercars, fake rich kids, fake elites...
Shen Chi casually asks, "That's it?" Then he pulls out things they'll never get their hands on in their entire lives.
The kid who once followed him around became the godfather of security. His former partner now runs a hundred-billion-yuan fund. The old friend decades his senior is the top man in the capital.
Ten years of planning, and now he's back.
Everyone is waiting for him to turn the world upside down.
Shen Chi just grabs his mop. "What's the rush? I'll finish this floor first."
I play the fool to be left in peace. But if you push your luck, I'll show you that the janitor is the one who owns you.
