Chapter 104: Chapter 103: Famous Entrepreneur
"Let’s go, Dad. Aren’t we supposed to go pick up Xiaojin? This car’s a gift for you. You can take your ti checking it out later."
He shot Fang Chenyi an annoyed glare:
"Drive what? I’m happy just admiring it. If I scratch or bump it, won’t I have to pay for the damages?"
Seeing his dad still didn’t believe him, Fang Chenyi simply took out the vehicle registration and held it out in front of him.
"Seriously, Dad, why don’t you believe ? Here, look. Whose na is on this? When you have so free ti, we can transfer the ownership to you."
Taking the registration dubiously, he froze the mont he looked at it. Father Fang never would have imagined that this car actually belonged to his son. He was especially dumbfounded when he saw the model na wasn’t Jinniuxing, but Lamborghini.
Although he didn’t know exactly how expensive a Lamborghini was, he’d often heard the young guys at the factory talking about "big bull" and "little bull" Lamborghinis.
He never thought he’d one day be sitting in one, and what’s more, the na on the registration really was his son’s.
"What?? The na on here is yours?? You brat! Tell
right now, have you been doing sothing illegal?"
Seeing the na on the registration, Father Fang first froze, then jumped in fright as it registered.
His son’s current salary was only a little over three thousand yuan a month. Forget a luxury car like a ’Lankiboni,’ he couldn’t even buy the cheapest Chery QQ on a whim!
Even though he knew in his heart his son wasn’t that kind of person, how could this sudden, imnse wealth not arouse suspicion?
Seeing the worry mixed with agitation on his dad’s face, Fang Chenyi’s heart ward. ’In this world, maybe only Mom and Dad will love you unconditionally.’
"You brat, what are you spacing out for! Hurry up and tell , what kind of wicked thing have you done! Don’t try to fool . We can’t touch dirty money! That’s against the law!"
Hearing his dad speak again, Fang Chenyi snapped out of his reverie and looked at his father with a helpless, bitter smile.
"Uh, Dad, you really have that little faith in your son? Can’t your son earn this much money legally?"
Perhaps he was too anxious, because Father Fang reached out and smacked Fang Chenyi on the back of the head.
"Bullshit! Your job could afford a car this expensive? Besides, what kind of get-rich-quick sche isn’t regulated by the law?"
’Damn,’ Fang Chenyi thought, stunned into silence by his dad’s words. ’He’s got a point!’
Seeing his dad’s expression, which scread ’you definitely did sothing illegal,’ Fang Chenyi was at a loss for words. He had no choice but to hold out a hand to his father.
"Dad, let
see your phone for a second."
Though curious, Father Fang still took the smartphone from his pocket—one of Fang Chenyi’s old hand--downs—and handed it over.
Fang Chenyi thought for a mont, but in the end, he didn’t take it. Instead, he said to his dad:
"You know Baidu, right? Open up Baidu and search my na."
Hearing this, his dad paused, wondering to himself, ’Don’t tell
Baidu has an entry for this brat now?’
But seeing Fang Chenyi’s confident expression, Father Fang felt a little more at ease.
He dubiously unlocked the phone, opened the browser, and then hand-wrote the na ’Fang Chenyi.’ After entering it, he glanced over at his smug son before finally tapping search.
Three seconds, five seconds, ten seconds.
Seeing his dad frowning and staring at the screen, Fang Chenyi couldn’t help but gloat smugly:
"Heheh, so what do you think, Dad? Now you know how outstanding your son is, huh?"
His dad lifted his eyelids at the words and muttered a few that nearly made Fang Chenyi choke:
"What’s the hurry? It’s still loading, it’s frozen."
Pfft—
After another long while, just as Fang Chenyi was about to suggest using his own phone to search, Father Fang suddenly exclaid in surprise.
"It loaded. Huh? This photo looks a lot like you... Fang Chenyi, entrepreneur, investor, financier. Specializes in financial investnt, a hidden tycoon. Publicly announced as the third-largest shareholder of Baida Group, the largest shareholder of Louis Vuitton China, Lu Chao Technology Co., Ltd., etc..."
Father Fang stopped reading there. He turned to look at his son, then back down at the phone. After looking back and forth several tis, he ca out with a question:
"Son, how much did it cost to set this up?"
Pfft—
"No, what do you an, ’how much did it cost to set this up’? Are you saying I paid soone to make this? ...Sigh! Fine, fine, Dad, I’ll lay my cards on the table. You rember my first year of work, right? Didn’t I ask you for twenty thousand yuan that year?"
Father Fang thought for a mont, then nodded. "I do. Didn’t you use that money to rent an apartnt?"
"Hah, I’ll be honest with you. What apartnt? I threw that money, plus my first few months’ salary, into the stock market."
The mont Father Fang heard that the brat had used the money to play the stock market, he imdiately raised his hand to slap him.
Seeing this, Fang Chenyi quickly dodged back while pointing at the steering wheel in front of his dad, saying with a grin:
"Dad, calm down, calm down! I didn’t lose it. I didn’t lose any money."
Seeing his son’s gesture, Father Fang finally understood. He pointed at the steering wheel and asked, a bit stunned and suspicious:
"You really made a profit? But even if you made so money, you can’t just spend it recklessly, kid! How expensive is this ’Lankiboni’?! Couldn’t you have saved the money to find a wife?"
His dad finally believed him, and Fang Chenyi let out a long sigh of relief. Then, he put on a cheeky grin and said:
"Heheh, don’t you worry, Dad. You know your own son, don’t you? My stingy personality is exactly like yours. How could I possibly waste money on useless things? As for how much I made... well, that’s hard to say. I haven’t calculated the exact amount, but it’s enough to last several lifetis."
Speaking of which, Fang Chenyi seed to rember sothing. He casually pulled a bank card from his pocket—one he had just transferred five million into this morning via online banking—and handed it to his dad.
"Here. There’s five million in this. The PIN is Mom’s birthday."
Reaching out to take the bank card from Fang Chenyi, his dad’s hands started to tremble.
How could this simple country man have ever seen so much money?
He stuck the card into his innermost pocket, not forgetting to button it securely, then pointed at Fang Chenyi’s nose and said:
"I’ll hold on to this money for you for now, to keep you from spending it recklessly!"
PS: To give my dear readers a satisfying read, I, Xiao Youzi, am releasing these next few Chapters all at once!
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