It's just that they have money.

When Fang Chen went home last time, he promised to buy his dad a car.

Fang Yuan can drive, but he had never owned a car before.

He does have money, but buying it for himself and having his son buy it for him are two completely different things.

Fang Chen had read many reviews online recently and finally settled on Yangwang.

Domestic, high-end, imposing, and prestigious – that's the kind of thing people Fang Yuan's age like.

Fang Chen went directly to the only Yangwang showroom in Jiangcheng. Without test driving or haggling, he made a decision after looking at it for ten minutes.

Top-of-the-line model, black exterior, tan interior, available now, pick up in three days.

The salesman looked at him with a "Is this guy here to cause trouble?" look the whole time, until Fang Chen finished paying. Only then did he realize what was happening, and his smile instantly brightened several degrees.

Three days later, Fang Chen took Zhang Zhenghao to pick up the car.

Zhang Zhenghao circled the black G-Wagon twice, praising it repeatedly: "This car is great, even more impressive than your G-Wagon."

"Not the same kind of car." Fang Chen opened the car door and sat down. The luxurious interior was immediately apparent, with a large screen, genuine leather, and wood grain—it had everything one would expect.

"With your dad driving this, he'll be the coolest guy in the village." Zhang Zhenghao sat in the passenger seat and touched the leather-wrapped center console. "If I were your dad, I'd be so happy I couldn't sleep all night."

"Go away, don't try to take advantage of your old man."

Fang Chen started the car, just about to say something, when Zhang Zhenghao suddenly dropped his playful expression.

"Fang Chen, I need to tell you something."

"explain."

Zhang Zhenghao leaned back in his seat and remained silent for a few seconds, as if he was organizing his thoughts.

"I've thought about the idea of ​​joining the group that you mentioned last time."

Fang Chen didn't speak, waiting for him to continue.

"I don't have much money, you know that," Zhang Zhenghao turned to look at him, "but I can contribute my labor. If you trust me, I'd like to contribute my skills or labor as equity, not much, even two or three percent would be fine."

"Have you thought it through?"

"I've made up my mind," Zhang Zhenghao said. "My current job, to put it nicely, is stable; to put it bluntly, it's just a waste of time. I sit in the office every day, doing the same things over and over, with no end in sight. I don't want to live that kind of life anymore."

"Actually, you could consider investing in this company," Fang Chen joked.

"Hmph!"

"We can't decide on the shares right now," he said. "The project has just started, and many things haven't been set up yet. Lin Dong and Xu Wen are handling everything. If I give you too many shares at this point, Lin Dong might object."

Zhang Zhenghao nodded without refuting.

"But you can learn from him first. If you're interested in the medical projects, you can participate; if not, you can follow Lin Dong around and see how he works and builds a team. Once the project is successful and your role is clear, we can sit down and discuss specific shareholdings."

Zhang Zhenghao thought for a moment, then held out his hand: "Deal."

Fang Chen grasped his hand and shook it forcefully: "Although we don't have shares, we can start by receiving our salary."

Zhang Zhenghao was taken aback: "There's a salary too?"

"Otherwise, what are you going to do, starve?" Fang Chen restarted the car. "Xu Wen makes 50,000 a month, you can't possibly earn less than her."

"Holy crap!" Zhang Zhenghao was startled at first, but quickly calmed down. "No, I'd feel bad if it were too high."

"I used to think you were lucky, that you won the lottery and turned your life around."

Fang Chen didn't reply.

"But now I increasingly feel that luck is only part of it," Zhang Zhenghao said. "You have to be methodical, clear-headed, and not afraid of trouble. These are things that money can't buy."

Fang Chen glanced at him: "Why are you so talkative today?"

"Because I'm about to start working for you, I need to flatter you beforehand."

"screw you!"

After getting his license plate, Fang Chen drove towards his hometown after spending two days getting familiar with the area.

The driving experience of looking up is completely different from that of the G-Class.

Quiet, smooth, and intelligent, with ample power but not aggressive.

Three hours later, the car turned onto the country road lined with rapeseed fields on both sides.

Most of the rapeseed flowers had already faded by now, replaced by rapeseed pods that were filling with granules, their heads bowed heavily.

Fang Chen parked his car in front of his house and honked the horn twice.

Xiang Pingping ran out of the main room and was stunned when she saw the big black car parked at the door.

"You bought another car?" she asked.

Fang Chen got out of the car: "I bought it for my dad."

Fang Yuan came out of the backyard, still wearing his old work clothes and with mud on his hands.

He circled the car, his expression shifting from confusion to surprise, and then to something Fang Chen couldn't quite put his finger on.

"How much does this car cost?" Fang Yuan asked.

"It's not much money," Fang Chen said. "Let's go up and give it a try."

Fang Yuan glanced at him, didn't ask any more questions, opened the car door and got into the driver's seat.

He gripped the steering wheel, stared at the large screen and head-up display in front of him, and remained silent for a long while.

"How do I open this?" he asked.

Fang Chen sat in the passenger seat and explained to him one by one how to shift gears, how to adjust the rearview mirror, how to turn on the air conditioning, and how to use the navigation.

Fang Yuan listened attentively, occasionally asking a question.

Xiang Pingping stood outside the car, watching the father and son fiddling with things inside, and shook her head with a smile.

Fang Yuan drove around the car twice at the entrance, parked it, turned off the engine, and couldn't suppress the smile on his face when he got out.

"It's alright," he said.

Fang Chen couldn't help but laugh when he saw his father's expression—clearly satisfied but deliberately putting on airs.

"You can drive it around and charge it when it runs out of power; I'll cover the electricity bill."

Fang Yuan snorted: "Can't I afford the electricity bill?"

"Then you can pay for it yourself."

Fang Yuan didn't reply, but the smile on his lips widened a little more.

During dinner that evening, Fang Yuan drank two ounces of baijiu (Chinese liquor).

Since Fang Chen came back last time, his alcohol tolerance has dropped from half a catty to two liang, saying that he only drinks a little bit.

As usual, Xiang Pingping piled food into Fang Chen's bowl, making it overflow with food.

"Mom, that's enough, that's enough. I'm not a guest."

"You're harder to get customers to come to your door than they are to come to you." Xiang Pingping put another piece of fish into his bowl.

Fang Chen was both amused and exasperated, and lowered his head to eat his rice.

Halfway through the meal, Xiang Pingping suddenly put down her chopsticks and looked at Fang Chen: "Chenchen, I have something to tell you."

Fang Chen's internal alarm bells were ringing, but he still looked up: "What is it?"

"You have to come back for your cousin's one-month celebration next Saturday."

"OK."

"Also, if it's convenient, bring your assistant back for a meal."

Fang Chen almost choked on his food.

"Mom, why are you still thinking about this?"

"I'm not eyeing her," Xiang Pingping said matter-of-factly. "I just want to meet the girl. You work with her every day, and we, as her parents, haven't even met her. What kind of behavior is that?"

Fang Chen opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found himself speechless.

He glanced at Fang Yuan, who, holding his wine glass, looked away, pretending not to hear.

"Okay, okay, we'll talk about it later." Fang Chen lowered his head and ate his rice, not daring to look up again.