Under the scorching midday sun, a delivery guy—drenched in sweat—arrived at a lavish gala with a package in hand. Because he’d accidentally wrinkled the wrapping paper, the security guard and a few snobbish guests began to look down on him. They went so far as to humiliate him, demanding he get on his knees to scrub tire marks off the red carpet. Little did they know, that simple box held the fate of the entire event. Just as the guard was about to shove the gift aside, a piercing scream erupted from the main stage. The Chairman—the very man everyone had been desperately sucking up to—sprinted out barefoot. He took the box with trembling hands and stammered, "Master... why did you bring this yourself?" Who is the man truly hidden behind that faded uniform?
