Chapter Forty-Seven: The Boring and Tedious Life of the Wealthy

“Today must be cursed. Everyone in the village greeted me with such warmth that it felt unnatural. Yang Chen at the convenience store even gifted me a pack of cigarettes. I refused, but he insisted, shoving it into my hand—I couldn’t get rid of it no matter what.”

“And there’s a Ferrari parked right outside our house.”

“There’s been so many strange things today.”

After speaking, Father Yang poured himself a cup of hot water and gulped it down. Mother Yang couldn’t help but smile, her lips pressed together.

“That’s because your son has become accomplished.”

Father Yang scratched his head, looking bewildered at Yang Xiaofan.

“What’s going on? Did you become the emperor?”

Yang Xiaofan almost laughed and cried at once.

“I’d like to, but I’d need the opportunity first.”

“That’s true. So what’s happening? How can you make everyone in the village show me such respect?”

Yang Xiaofan pursed his lips.

“It’s nothing much. I just bought a Ferrari.”

“Pfft—! Cough, cough, cough…”

Father Yang spat out all his tea, coughing violently until his face turned red and his neck thick from the effort. Ignoring his shock, he stared wide-eyed at Yang Xiaofan, as if he’d gone mad.

“Don’t tell me that Ferrari out there is yours!”

Yang Xiaofan spread his hands.

“I’m not eager to admit it, but… that’s the truth.”

Father Yang took a deep breath, staring blankly for several seconds before rushing outside, opening the Ferrari door and sitting inside.

“My son drives a Ferrari now?”

“My son can actually afford a car like this?”

“My son’s really accomplished?”

Father Yang’s questions tumbled out in excitement, as if he couldn’t believe he’d raised such an outstanding son. Mother Yang followed him out, pulling him away from the car.

“Look at yourself, don’t break the car! It’s so expensive.”

“Yes, yes, we can’t damage it.”

Father Yang nodded repeatedly, but his eyes lingered on the car, full of admiration. Men always find cars irresistible.

Yang Xiaofan could only smile wryly.

“It’s fine, the car isn’t so easily damaged. And even if it’s scratched, it’s my dad who did it—what does it matter?”

“That’s right. What’s wrong with me touching my son’s car?”

Father Yang said this proudly. Still, even after saying it, he no longer jumped into the car to fiddle around, but stood outside gazing at it. Clearly, he didn’t want to damage his son’s car either.

Yang Xiaofan’s eyes flickered as he suddenly thought of something, smiling:

“By the way, Dad, Mom, today’s the Mid-Autumn Festival. Let me take you to town to buy some things. I didn’t bring you any gifts when I came home.”

“We’re family, what gifts do we need?”

“You’ve raised me for so many years. Now that I can earn money, let me show some appreciation.”

“Well… alright, let’s spend this year in town.”

Father Yang nodded in agreement. Yang Xiaoqing cheered, jumping up in excitement.

“Great, let’s go to town! Brother, I want hot pot!”

“No problem.”

Yang Xiaofan drove one car himself, then found a taxi to take the rest of the family to town.

He didn’t go out to have fun first, but brought his family straight to the county’s official Mercedes dealership. These dealerships were usually branches of the city’s main dealers, set up in the county to boost sales. They would send some new cars down for display and sale.

When Yang Xiaofan drove up, the whole family looked confused.

“Xiaofan, why are we here?”

Yang Xiaofan smiled.

“Dad, you like cars, right? I’m here to buy you one.”

Father Yang trembled, overwhelmed with excitement. Mother Yang immediately interjected:

“What are you buying him a car for? He’s already getting old. Isn’t it a waste of money? You should save your money and focus on your business.”

Although Father Yang was excited, he agreed:

“That’s right. My motorcycle is good enough.”

Yang Xiaofan laughed.

“That motorcycle’s practically falling apart, you can throw it away now. Besides, our family needs a car for getting around.”

“No need for a Mercedes, it’s too expensive.”

“Your son drives a Ferrari—how could I let you drive a Volkswagen? Come on, let’s go in.”

Without giving them a chance to object, Yang Xiaofan pulled his parents into the showroom. Xiaoyun and Xiaoqing followed behind, thrilled.

Although Yang Xiaofan had bought a Ferrari, he couldn’t stay home every day. But if Dad had a Mercedes, they could ride it every day. Hehe…

“Hello, sir, are you here to buy a car?” The saleswoman, though not as glamorous or professional as those in Su Bei, greeted them. But Yang Xiaofan wasn’t here to buy the sales staff.

“What’s the highest-end car you have in your showroom?”

“Oh, our highest-end model is the Mercedes E-Class. We’re a branch dealership, so our authorization is limited. If you want to order an S-Class, we can bring one from the city.”

Yang Xiaofan frowned slightly. He wasn’t satisfied with an E-Class; for his father, he wanted something better.

Just then, his gaze landed on an imported GLE, still wrapped in its protective film.

“How much is this car?”

SUVs of the same class are always more expensive than sedans.

The saleswoman kept her smile.

“This is a GLE-Class SUV, the 3.0 version. With the extras and options, it’s priced at nine hundred thousand.”

“Then I’ll take it.”

The saleswoman was taken aback, then quickly smiled apologetically.

“I’m sorry, sir, but this vehicle has already been reserved by another client.”

“I’ll give you ten thousand privately. Try to work something out with the customer. In this small town, things aren’t so rigid. I think you can handle this.”

“Hiss~!”

The saleswoman gasped, her expression brightening. She immediately bowed respectfully.

“I’ll go discuss it with the manager.”

With that, she hurried off in her heels toward the office.

Normally, this would be troublesome, but Yang Xiaofan’s generosity made things easy. She would have earned a few thousand in commission for selling the car, but now, with Yang Xiaofan, she’d get both the commission and the extra ten thousand. Only a fool would refuse.

Father Yang was excited but tried to persuade him:

“Xiaofan, isn’t this car too expensive? I’d be fine with a Volkswagen. What if it gets scratched…”

“Don’t worry, Dad. Everything’s on me. If it gets scratched, I’ll buy you a new one.”

Father Yang trembled, wanting to say something, but nothing came out. His eyes grew red.

Having a wealthy son felt wonderful!