A New Identity Every Day

A wedding convoy drove smoothly down the road. In the front car, the groom, Yang Feng, sat in the passenger seat, beaming as he stuffed red banknotes into one red envelope after another. The best man behind the wheel, Fan Qi, stared in disbelief. He’d attended plenty of weddings, and when the bridesmaids gave the groom a hard time, it was all just for fun. At most, you put one or two ten- or twenty-yuan bills in each envelope to keep up appearances.