The man looked at the handsome guy greeting him, his face a mask of confusion. He didn’t recognize him. Besides, his name wasn’t Old Liu. It was Feng Ergen. "Stop dawdling and come sit with us! We’ve already started eating!" The handsome man was, of course, Su Xuan. He simply couldn’t stand the waiter’s attitude toward the father and daughter any longer and had to step in to help. He refused to let this incident cause the man’s daughter to lose faith in society. He placed one hand on the man’s shoulder and took the daughter’s hand with the other, leading them toward his table. Brother Su is a true role model! Guo Yuxiang watched the scene unfold, secretly admiring Su Xuan. He noted that Su Xuan hadn’t become indifferent to the poor despite his wealth. Guo Yuxiang decided that if he ever encountered a similar situation, he would follow Su Xuan’s example to get closer to his state of mind. Just as Su Xuan was leading the father and daughter to the table, a man with a large beer belly descended from the second floor of the barbecue restaurant, shouting at them to halt. "Is there a problem?" Su Xuan glanced back at the man. "Of course there’s a problem! Why else would I stop you?" The man with the beer belly pointed a finger at his own greasy face. "I’m the owner of this establishment, and my waiter did the right thing. To ensure a pleasant experience for all our patrons, we absolutely do not allow anyone in unclean attire into our restaurant!" At this, he curled his lips into a smirk and added, "Especially migrant workers!" The man named Feng Ergen was, indeed, a migrant worker. Hearing the owner’s words, he flushed with embarrassment once again. Many of the other customers had stopped eating, turning their full attention to the unfolding drama. "Heh, a migrant worker?" Su Xuan looked the owner straight in the eye and said coldly, "Then let me ask you, if he were dressed , would you still look down on him for being a migrant worker?" With that, Su Xuan slipped off the Caranda jacket he was wearing and handed it to Feng Ergen. "Take off your clothes and put this on." This wasn’t his custom-designed Caranda jacket but one of the many items he and Alice had acquired during their shopping spree at the flagship store. "Is... is this really okay?" Feng Ergen’s dry lips trembled. He didn’t dare to take the jacket from Su Xuan’s hands. Although he didn’t recognize the brand, a single glance told him it was incredibly expensive. It would be awful if he got it dirty! "It’s fine. Just put it on," Su Xuan insisted, pressing the jacket into Feng Ergen’s hands. Feng Ergen had no choice but to remove his own worn-out top and put on Su Xuan’s. Though his face was still smudged with dirt, the moment he put on the jacket, he seemed to radiate a splendid light. His daughter couldn’t help but give him a thumbs-up. "Dad, you look so handsome!" As for Su Xuan, even without the jacket, he remained incredibly handsome and dashingly elegant, his aura now possessing an added touch of refined grace. This scene set off a wave of murmurs among the onlookers. "That’s a Caranda jacket!" "That thing has to be worth at least 300,000!" "Forget about us salaried workers, even the owner of a small company wouldn’t bear to buy something like that!" someone who recognized the brand blurted out. The others gulped in astonishment. An article of clothing worth at least 300,000 could buy a very decent car. Yet Su Xuan was willing to let a grubby migrant worker wear such an expensive garment. If it were them, they would never agree. Even a single drop of water on it would make their hearts ache. Little did they know that Su Xuan hadn’t spent a single penny on the jacket; he had gotten it for free with his shareholder’s card. Nor did they know that for Su Xuan, spending 300,000 on an article of clothing was about the same as it was for them to spend a few dollars on a pair of socks. It was just that simple, that extravagant. "A 300,000 jacket?" The restaurant owner’s pupils contracted. He instinctively looked down at his own clothes. He had spent as much as he could to present a respectable image, but he could never bring himself to spend 300,000 on a single piece of clothing. His entire outfit combined cost just over 10,000—a thirty-fold difference compared to Su Xuan’s jacket. "I’m asking you," Su Xuan said, looking at the owner with a faint smile, "do you think he’s qualified to eat in your restaurant now?" "He’s wearing a 300,000 jacket! He’s upper class now!" "Anyone here wearing something that costs 300,000? Didn’t think so!" "I bet no one here is even wearing anything over 100,000, right?" Before the owner could answer, the other customers started laughing and chiming in. The owner’s mouth twitched. He turned to Su Xuan and said, "But the jacket is yours, not his. He’s still a broke loser!" Notably, the owner’s tone had shifted, addressing Su Xuan with a newfound respect. That 300,000 jacket told him that Su Xuan was no ordinary person. Su Xuan stated nonchalantly, "I just gave it to him. It’s his now." Newest update provıded by 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝘯𝘦𝘵 (A note from the author: He may be giving it away, but it’s not for nothing. Feng Ergen will bring Su Xuan even greater benefits later, haha~) "Giving away a 300,000 jacket just like that?" "Even sold secondhand, that jacket would fetch at least 200,000, right?" "That migrant worker is a rich man now!" "If he sells that jacket, he’ll have more money than me! Waaah!" The customers in the restaurant were utterly shocked. They even started to feel envious of Feng Ergen. If they had known wearing dirty clothes tonight could lead to such a windfall, they would have shown up in the filthiest clothes they owned—even filthier than Feng Ergen’s! "This... this..." The owner was suddenly speechless. He, too, felt a pang of envy toward the migrant worker. With things having developed this far, he didn’t dare to give Feng Ergen any more trouble, not with Su Xuan backing him up. Offending Su Xuan would bring him nothing but misfortune. But just as he was about to smooth things over, his wife walked up to his side and sneered, "My, my. Nowadays, even some driver in a beat-up van can pretend to be a tycoon, giving away a counterfeit Caranda jacket to a migrant worker to put on a show. I could just die laughing!" "A van?" the owner asked, startled. "Who drives a beat-up van?" His wife pointed at Su Xuan. "Him!" The owner squinted. "Are you sure?" "Absolutely!" His wife pointed through the large glass window at a van parked outside. "I saw him get out of that very van with my own two eyes!" This left even Su Xuan completely bewildered. He had driven his Koenigsegg here! "What’s going on?" Guo Yuxiang was stunned as well. He never knew Su Xuan owned an old van. Something was definitely fishy. "Hahaha!" The owner suddenly roared with laughter, turning to mock Su Xuan. "So you’re just another broke loser! If you still don’t know what’s good for you, you can get out of my restaurant with this migrant worker!" Since Su Xuan drove a beat-up van, his 300,000 jacket must be a fake. And to think he had just been envying Feng Ergen! "All of you, just wait a minute." Su Xuan pulled out his Koenigsegg key fob and pressed a button. Everyone in the restaurant turned to look out the window... toward the van.