"Plus, when your dad ca back from Vietnam, he earned so money. He was the first in the village to buy a house in the county town and the first to drive a four-wheel vehicle. His first car was a Lexus, I think it was called a 350, but I forgot. It was an entry-level luxury car, costing around four to five hundred thousand back in 2007 — the year you were born. That type of car, driving into the village, made it impossible for anyone to look down on our family."
"Wow, Dad was that wealthy back then."
Spending four to five hundred thousand on a car in 2007, had the others in the village started driving 125s yet?
Don’t underestimate the 125; just a motorcycle in the countryside nearly twenty years ago — not every household had one, let alone four wheels.
Of course, the wealthy villages aren’t in the discussion here. Just that era, the early twenty-first century, most rural areas across the country were pretty poor. Motorcycles were the main mode of transportation for many rural people. Speaking of that ti’s Spring Festival travel, the flocks of motorcycle armies were comparable to military marches. Nowadays, the roads are filled with four-wheelers.
Our country only joined the World Trade Organization at the end of 2001, and the economy started soaring.
"Actually, he didn’t buy it himself. He spent all his money on the house. When he went to Vietnam, he t a big brother, and the brother bought the car for him directly. That person really respected your dad, and for several years thereafter your dad worked with him and slowly made his fortune."
"What big brother, I’ve never heard him ntion it."
Dad obviously had a guiding benefactor, and buying him a four to five hundred thousand car clearly showed the respect for him.
The saying goes, reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles; traveling ten thousand miles is not as good as eting many people; eting many people is not as good as having a guiding benefactor.
One benefactor is worth a lifeti of struggles.
Cars that cost four to five hundred thousand almost twenty years ago are still beyond the reach of most people nowadays.
Four to five hundred thousand, equivalent to a rcedes E300 — the ceiling for ordinary people. Many, especially those with families, can only drive cars worth tens of thousands. The real world isn’t like Douyin or Zhihu, where everyone graduates from top universities and earns millions annually.
"He’s been dead for over ten years now, you knew him as a child, but probably don’t rember. Your dad goes to his grave every year to pay his respects."
"Oh, that’s nice. Dad’s really sentintal."
"That’s why I always think, won should find a reliable husband. Of course, likewise for you, Xu Lin, as a guy, you also need to be reliable."
"You’re a woman; saying this is pointless. You won are easily emotional and speak without thinking."
"You brat!"
His mom glared at him.
Xu Lin felt that when a woman says what kind of man she likes, if you believe her, that’s it for your life. For instance, if a woman says she doesn’t like you smoking or drinking, you quit, then you’re done. The correct approach is to find one who doesn’t mind your smoking or drinking—this is called filtering, not accommodating. The core is independent personality.
So, Xu Lin never listens to Ms. Ren’s words seriously; he either lets them go in one ear and out the other or only listens a little.
"Go take a shower, rest early tonight."
"Okay!"
After Xu Lin showered, it was actually only nine-thirty at night.
Can you sleep at this ti?
Clearly not.
So Ms. Ren continued chatting with Xu Lin for a long ti until they both fell asleep around eleven.
The next morning, waking up quite early, there wasn’t much to eat.
The two had to settle for breakfast at KFC.
"What ti is your class this morning?" Ms. Ren asked, checking the ti at six forty.
"I can go to class whenever; I’ve already spoken with the principal."
"Spoke with the principal?"
Ms. Ren wasn’t an uninford parent; the principal wasn’t an elentary or middle school principal but the principal of a top-tier prestigious university — a person of real status. Not attending classes and discussing with the principal?
"Yes, I went to his office a few days ago to talk, and he really respects , hoping I work hard so that the school can be proud of in the future."
"Really?"
Finance University is a place with many talented individuals, and Xu Lin often acts unseriously. Ms. Ren couldn’t help but feel her son was joking with her.
"Ms. Ren, you’re underestimating here. If the school made a list of outstanding alumni, I’d definitely be on it, and at my age, there are indeed few who surpass ."
Xu Lin was being modest, as worldwide, there was no one under thirty better than him, regardless of gender or family background. Even if you were born a prince or noble, when it cos to being amazing, you all fall behind .
Though he was advantaged, as they say, heroes don’t question backgrounds. Those born into privilege rely on their family background. Are they really impressive? If placed at the societal bottom, competing with ordinary folks, they might not outperform those from humble beginnings; they could even be worse, given the ability of those academically gifted to outshine them.
"Oh."
Ms. Ren looked at him but ultimately didn’t say anything, feeling proud in her heart.
After they were full.
Xu Lin drove her to the courthouse; she had a eting with a client today.
Xu Lin, anwhile, went back to class.
He still needed to take Ning Yuhuan to et Ms. Ren, which made him a bit anxious.
But eventually, his wife had to et the in-laws.
Well, his pretty wife.
So after school in the afternoon, Xu Lin and Ning Yuhuan headed out.
Because it was the three of them, Xu Lin, Ning Yuhuan, and his mom.
So he couldn’t take the electric scooter; he drove the Panara.
Ning Yuhuan thought they were just going out for a al with Xu Lin, as usual.
Xu Lin hadn’t ntioned eting his mom to her.
Life should have surprises, preparing in advance might sotis not be as good.
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