Chapter 545
"I can’t agree with you there. We’re all workers here; I have no intention of discriminating against you. Instead, it’s your colleague who looks at me as if I’m a thief, almost as if they wanted to check my household registration." Yang Fan corrected him.
"If we’re all workers, where does this notion of high and low, noble and humble come from?"
After correcting the statement, Yang Fan didn’t linger and went straight into the residential complex because there was a car coming in behind him.
Yang Fan felt like he was somehow cursed today; why was it that everywhere he went, he encountered people who were at odds with him?
He wandered the streets and alleys, and there were indeed others who looked down on him, but none were as blatant as they were today—at most, it was just a disdainful glance.
Was it because he visited places associated with wealthy people today?
After parking his tricycle in a spot that wasn’t in the way, Yang Fan took the elevator to the eighth floor and picked the lock of apartment 801.
Mr. Fan opened the door in simple cotton and linen pajamas, and his first words were said with a laugh, "You kid, you roam around the forests so freely, how come you get stopped now at a place with gates?"
Yang Fan replied with a chuckle, "Well, it’s because they have gates, of course!"
"Mr. Fan, I’m certain the residential complex you live in is absolutely secure. The security here is too dedicated; they nearly patted me down and wanted to check my professional certification and household registration," Yang Fan said.
"It’s nitpicking formalism; in reality, they do nothing worthwhile." Mr. Fan shook his head in disdain. "Just the other day, two households got robbed, in broad daylight, mind you. The thieves just directly broke the locks and went in."