Niuniu's friend Feifei - a self-styled artist and author - is often between jobs. Lately, he's been working as a ghostwriter for an advice book called How to Marry a Millionaire. In real life, however, he has neither money nor a girlfriend. He often complains to Niuniu that Chinese girls are too materialistic, and that money is the only thing they care about when looking for a husband. Feifei feels that, unlike him, people with money have active sex lives. Niuniu has asked him how he's qualified to write a book about marrying into wealth. 'I may not have the experience,' he says, 'but I certainly have the desire. Eventually, I'll find the right woman.' One night, Feifei is in bed with a toothache and can't get to sleep. 'I'm broke, lonely, and jobless,' he thinks. 'And I've got a toothache.' The more frustrated he gets, the worse his pain becomes. So, he goes to a 24-hour convenience store to get some medicine. 'Sorry,' the clerk tells him. 'We're out of pain-killers.' As he stands outside waiting for a bus, a sleek convertible sports car pulls up. Feifei recognises it as the new BMW he's just read about in an issue of GQ. The car costs more than one million yuan. The driver is a silver-haired man who looks to be in his 60s. Next to him is a beautiful young woman in a sexy red dress. The old man gets out of the car and runs into the store. 'I need condoms,' he tells the clerk. 'What brand?' 'The best you have. Money is no object.' 'How many do you need?' 'A dozen.' The man grabs his package and runs back to his car. 'Twelve condoms!' groans Feifei as the car takes off. 'How dare that old man walk in there like a young buck? I can't get even one woman to sleep with me!' Just then, a boy in his late teens dressed in a designer suit and Italian leather shoes comes strutting into the store. 'I need a box of condoms,' the boy says. 'What kind?' 'The most expensive ones you have.' 'How many do you want?' 'Give me two dozen,' says the boy. Feifei stares at him incredulously. 'I was 22 before I bought my first condom,' he thinks. 'And you need two dozen!' As the teen leaves, a chauffeur-driven Audi pulls up. A middle-aged woman steps out and walks into the store. 'I need condoms,' the woman says to the clerk. 'What kind would you like?' 'Every kind you have.' 'How many do you need?' the clerk asks. 'As many as you have. Give me all of them.' The clerk packs all the condoms in the store into a big cardboard box, carries it out to the limousine and puts it in the boot. On his way back to the store, Feifei stops him. 'What a busy night. It looks as if everyone in town is having sex.' 'Oh, it's always like this,' says the shopkeeper. 'Those are my regular customers.' 'The man in the BMW?' says Feifei. 'He must have a lot of girlfriends.' 'No,' says the shopkeeper. 'Actually, his girlfriend told me he just likes to wear 12 condoms at a time to make him appear bigger.' 'And the boy?' says Feifei. 'He seems to be popular.' 'He just buys them to sell to his friends who are too embarrassed to come in on their own,' the clerk says. 'He makes a lot of money at school doing this.' 'What about that woman?' says Feifei. 'She bought every condom you have!' 'She just discovered her husband has been cheating on her,' the clerk says. 'She's buying up all the condoms in the neighbourhood, so he won't be able to get them. But I always keep a few for customers who really need them. I can sell you some if you want.' 'No, thanks,' says Feifei, as he walks away, with his hand on his jaw. 'They'd just go to waste on me.'