Chapter Six: Even Though I’m Not a Trust-Fund Kid, I Still Want to Drive a BMW

The two stepped outside, and Mu Shuyu spoke again, “Mr. Yang, shall I give you a ride?”

“No need, I’ll just take a taxi home,” he replied.

“Alright then, my WeChat is also my phone number. Let’s keep in touch,” she said.

“Okay!” Yang Xiaofan nodded.

With that, Mu Shuyu strode over to a nearby Ferrari 488 and drove off. Yang Xiaofan couldn’t help but swallow hard. He had noticed the Ferrari when he arrived and admired it immensely; he never expected it to belong to Mu Shuyu. If only he’d known, he would have accepted her offer for a ride.

A missed opportunity!

He quickly shook his head, clearing away such thoughts. With his current abilities, owning a Ferrari was only a matter of time.

Now, the most important thing was that he had ten million!

Yang Xiaofan moved aside, pulled out his phone, triple-checked the bank notification, and stared at the long string of zeros, gulping furiously.

Ten million!

So many people spend their whole lives chasing such a sum, and somehow he’d acquired it so easily. This feeling of sudden wealth was indescribable; even if he shouted three times at the top of his lungs, it wouldn't be enough to vent his excitement.

After a while, Yang Xiaofan managed to calm himself down. The first thing he did was call home.

“Hello, is this my big brother?” came a little girl’s voice on the line—his younger sister, still in elementary school.

“Xiaoqing, why are you answering the phone? Where are Mom and Dad?”

“Dad went to town to sell grain. Mom and Sister Xiaoyun are shucking corn.”

Hearing this, Yang Xiaofan’s eyes grew damp. The harvest was underway at home, and his parents must be aching and exhausted.

“Let Mom take the call.”

“Alright.” Xiaoqing agreed, and the next moment, Yang Xiaofan heard her calling for their mother.

“Mom, my brother is on the phone!”

Hearing her son’s call, Yang’s mother hurried over.

“Hello, Xiaofan, why are you calling all of a sudden? Is your living allowance running out? Your father’s gone to sell grain, he’ll be back soon and send you the money.”

Yang Xiaofan’s eyes stung even more at her words. A mother always worries for her child, no matter how far he wanders. They toiled in their hometown, yet still thought of him.

After entering university, he’d only cared about gaming and never worked seriously. He truly felt he owed them.

He wiped away his tears and smiled, “Mom, it’s alright. You don’t need to worry. I won’t need any more living allowance from now on.”

On the other end, his mother’s anxious voice came through, “Xiaofan, what’s the matter? Why won’t you need your allowance anymore?”

Yang Xiaofan hurried to explain, “Mom, don’t worry. My classmates and I started a tutoring class. In my spare time, I help others with their studies and earn quite a bit. I’ll send one hundred thousand to the family to improve your lives.”

He didn’t dare to say too much—if he mentioned a million, his parents might be frightened and suspect he was up to something shady. That would be disastrous.

“So that’s it. My son’s really doing well. But you don’t need to send money home, we’re not lacking.”

“It’s fine, Mom. I have plenty. I’ll send it now—once you receive it, let me know.”

He quickly hung up. His mother always put him first and wouldn’t accept the money, so he could only force it upon her.

After transferring one hundred thousand to his family, Yang Xiaofan boldly recharged five million at the mall. His success was all thanks to his golden finger, so he had to nurture it.

As for the remaining four million nine hundred thousand... well, he had plenty of ways to spend it.

It would be foolish not to spend money!

But... how should he spend it? With four million nine hundred thousand, even dining on abalone every day wouldn’t use it all up.

“Wait.” Suddenly, inspiration struck him.

He’d always loved cars. Seeing Mu Shuyu’s Ferrari had stirred his heart. Buying a Ferrari was unrealistic right now, but a BMW? That was doable!

A man should own a luxury car—especially a wealthy man!

Yang Xiaofan admitted to himself that he had a touch of vanity.

He hailed a taxi and went straight to the Northern Jiangsu BMW dealership.

“Hello, are you here to see cars?” greeted the hostess as he stepped in.

Yang Xiaofan nodded.

“Have you been here before? Would you like us to find a sales consultant for you?”

“That would be great.”

“Please wait a moment.”

The hostess walked over to a group of salespeople nearby. “There’s a gentleman who wants to look at cars—who’d like to assist him?”

The group glanced at Yang Xiaofan, their attitudes casual. It wasn’t that they judged by appearance; after years of selling BMWs, they’d seen all sorts of customers, including those dressed plainly.

But those people usually had a certain aura. Yang Xiaofan, in contrast, still looked youthful, dressed simply, nothing like a wealthy client. Even if his family had just come into money, he should have a swagger to his step—but Yang Xiaofan looked neither arrogant nor composed, just like an ordinary young man. At most, his face was a bit handsome.

In truth, Yang Xiaofan couldn’t help it; he’d only received his ten million fifteen minutes ago—his demeanor couldn’t change overnight. He wasn’t about to waste money buying an aura, either.

“We’re all busy—just show him around,” one said.

“Right, he’s probably here to shoot a video and try to become an influencer. You handle it, no need to waste our time.”

The hostess sighed inwardly and returned to Yang Xiaofan, offering an apologetic smile.

“Sir, shall I show you around?”

“Sure!” Yang Xiaofan’s attitude was excellent; he didn’t mind.

Clothes make the man, gold gives the Buddha its shine—such is the world. He was used to it.

“So, sir, do you have a particular model in mind, or shall I recommend something?”

“You recommend—sedans only.”

“Certainly. For young people, I’d suggest the new 3 Series—it’s stylish and fun. There are good discounts right now; you can drive it home for just over three hundred thousand, and it was last month’s bestseller. If you’re on a tighter budget, the 1 Series is a great option for commuting.”

“Do you have anything more expensive?”

The hostess paused and looked at Yang Xiaofan again.

“Sir, may I ask your budget...?”

“It can be more expensive, it’s fine.”

If he was going to buy a luxury car, settling for an entry-level model wouldn’t do. Now that he could earn well, spending a bit more was no problem.

The hostess swallowed nervously, her gaze flickering.

Could Yang Xiaofan be a real tycoon?