Starting Sign-In from a Billionaire God-Chapter 952 - 951

With the man's reminder, Lin Fan finally remembered him—Yang Hao. When Lin Fan had just started delivering food, he worked at the same station as Yang Hao. However, Yang Hao resigned not long after, reportedly because a relative had introduced him to a new job, so he stopped delivering food.

Lin Fan had almost forgotten about this person, but Yang Hao still recognized him. When he came in, he instantly saw Lin Fan, found him familiar, and then recalled that Lin Fan used to be his colleague, so he came over to say hello.

"Oh, it's Brother Yang. Sorry, I didn't recognize you at first; you look a bit different now," Lin Fan apologized.

Yang Hao laughed and said, "Yeah, delivering food back then was so tiring. I told you, I didn't want to do it for a long time. Then a relative recommended me a job, and I quit immediately. Is delivering food something a person should do? Now, I'm doing well, working in a company properly, without sun and rain exposure. By the way, Lin Fan, are you still delivering food?"

What?

The restaurant's idle waitstaff initially thought Lin Fan was a young urban professional and were secretly attracted to him. Now this revelation shattered that impression.

They learned from Yang Hao's words that Lin Fan turned out to be a food delivery worker? A delivery guy?

No way!

They were all taken aback, but they still comforted themselves internally. Even though Lin Fan used to deliver food, surely he doesn't do it anymore. Just look at how he's dressed—he's probably like Yang Hao, who switched careers a while ago, and Lin Fan must be doing well after changing jobs, as his attire indicates.

When asked by Yang Hao if he was still delivering food, Lin Fan felt there was no need to say much. If he said he no longer delivered food and actually owned a company with a market value of 300 billion, he'd have to explain what he had been through.

So Lin Fan simply brushed it off.

"Not delivering food anymore," Lin Fan said plainly.

Yang Hao felt a bit superior upon seeing Lin Fan, thinking about flaunting a bit. After all, he no longer delivered food and was doing decently at a company, living comfortably.

He had long wanted to do something—to go back and meet the old delivery colleagues and show them how he's living now. If he could evoke envy, astonishment, praise, or admiration from these delivery guys, he'd feel greatly pleased.

So today, running into Lin Fan suddenly allowed him to do what he had long wanted, showing off a bit to Lin Fan.

However, hearing Lin Fan say he's not delivering food anymore, and judging by his clothes, Lin Fan probably was doing fine too—maybe also working in one of the nearby companies, possibly as a key employee or something.

If that were the case, his sense of superiority wouldn't show, making him feel a bit dissatisfied.

Yang Hao was a bit unhappy, chuckling, "Not delivering anymore, huh? Well, yeah, delivering food—what kind of work is that? Good for you, it seems like you're doing quite well now, haha."

He laughed awkwardly, and the atmosphere was somewhat uncomfortable.

Lin Fan seemed not to have finished speaking and continued, "Now I'm delivering packages."

What?

Yang Hao nearly fell over.

At this moment, at the next table, someone drinking water spat it out.

Another person eating also spat out their food.

When Lin Fan said he wasn't delivering food anymore, they all thought he must be doing well now.

As it turned out, Lin Fan continued saying he switched to delivering packages.

This gap... holy crap, isn't that hilarious? Unexpected, yet totally reasonable.

The waitstaff's expressions changed, damn, they thought Lin Fan had switched careers and was doing well, but he was delivering packages. How is that any different from delivering food?

Misjudged, totally misjudged.

"This guy, delivering packages is delivering packages, why pretend to be something he's not!"

"Exactly, why dress so well just to deliver packages, and come to our place to eat!"

"Is this a place he should be at!"

The waitstaff muttered quietly among themselves, thinking Lin Fan couldn't hear them.

But after taking the Strengthening Blood Serum Capsules, Lin Fan's physical capabilities had transcended human limits, and his hearing was strong enough to hear their discussions clearly.

"Hush, don't talk like that. Everyone who comes here is a guest, no matter rich or poor. Besides, whether as a delivery or food service worker, they earn money through their efforts, nothing shameful about that. Don't be so snobbish!"

The waitress who greeted Lin Fan earlier heard her colleagues' discussions and stepped in to stop them.

Lin Fan heard her words as well.

Lin Fan immediately developed a good impression of this waitress. This girl was good; in a world full of snobbish people, she was like a refreshing stream.

Unlike those other waitstaff, when he came in earlier, they mistakenly thought he was some elite figure and were all infatuated, subtly or overtly winking at him, and furtively stealing glances filled with affection.

They thought he hadn't noticed, but Lin Fan saw it all.

Now that they knew he was delivering packages, they did a complete 180, filled with disdain. Why do people have to be so snobbish?

Lin Fan actually didn't intend to show off; he just found it troublesome and didn't want to explain much to Yang Hao, so he casually said he's delivering packages.

Of course, he actually did have a job as a delivery guy, which was true. He had previously taken a job as a courier at a station because of the system's task and hadn't resigned yet.

So saying he's delivering packages was also the truth.

Yang Hao wiped the cold sweat off his forehead—dammit, almost thought Lin Fan was doing well, turns out he switched to courier work.

Haha, hahahahaha, that's hilarious!

Yang Hao's spirits soared again, his sense of superiority toward Lin Fan came rushing back, and it was full-on. Lin Fan was a courier, not fundamentally different from a delivery guy, and he genuinely ascended.

"Oh, delivering packages, huh? That's good, better than delivering food. You make quite a bit more, right?" Yang Hao said with a smile, his delight almost spilling out from the corners of his eyes.

Lin Fan smiled and said, "It's all right."

Yang Hao added, "But delivering packages and delivering food are similar in one way—both leave you exposed to the elements, earning hard-earned money."

Yang Hao's tone carried a hint of sympathy.

Behind that sympathy was a sense of superiority.

Lin Fan could hear it, responding, "That's true, not as comfortable as sitting in an office. Yang Hao, you're lucky not to be exposed to the elements anymore."

Envy!

That's totally envy, right!

Yang Hao straightened his back; this was the effect he wanted. He aimed for Lin Fan to envy him, providing him immense psychological satisfaction!

"Oh no, just a job, just part of the workforce," Yang Hao said with a smile, his words modest yet filled with pride.

Amused, Lin Fan said, "Running into each other here is such a coincidence. Want to sit down and grab a meal together? My treat."

Yang Hao felt a little awkward immediately. Lin Fan delivering packages and having a meal with a courier—wouldn't that be beneath his status?