Chapter 213
I smiled faintly. "Mine!"
What?
My cousin looked incredulous. "John, stop kidding. That's a Bentley. The cheapest one costs two hundred thousand dollars."
He whispered, "Tell me, did you rent this car?"
I shook my head. Since it had come to this, there was no need to be modest.
I stopped pretending and revealed the truth. I'm John Cena, and now I'm a wealthy man!
"No, this is my car!" I said.
My cousin, seeing my resolute look, didn't know what to say for a moment. He walked around the car, and when he saw the license plate, he gasped. "This license plate isn't cheap either."
People around couldn't help but ask, "Just a car worth several thousand dollars, what's so special about it?"
My cousin said, "Several thousand dollars? That can't even buy a tire for this car."
This shocked the people around.
But many still didn't believe. "What are you saying, several thousand dollars can't even buy a wheel? How can this car be so expensive?"
"It's a Bentley!" My cousin took out his phone. "Look, this car is a Bentley, costing over three hundred thousand dollars!"
Many people gathered around, and when they saw the price of the car, they were all dumbfounded.
"This car costs over three hundred thousand dollars? Is it made of gold?" My relatives also gathered around, pointing and admiring the car. "I told you this car is beautiful. Can you buy such a beautiful car for just several thousand?"
"Incredible! John is making fortune in Sevan City, able to afford a car worth over three hundred thousand dollars."
My parents, with surprised expressions, walked over, shocked. "John, is this car really over three hundred thousand dollars?"
I nodded. "Including the license plate, it's over six hundred thousand dollars!"
Over six hundred thousand dollars?
My parents were stunned. They were ordinary people, living frugally all their lives, working hard to put the three of us siblings through college.
Six hundred thousand dollars was an astronomical figure for them, something they couldn't even dare to think about.
My dad struggled to say, "Really? Over six hundred thousand dollars?"
I took out a set of documents from the car. "Take a look. Is my name written on it?"
My mom quickly snatched the documents. The more she looked, the brighter her eyes became, and her smile became more radiant. Eventually, she even laughed. "Great, this is really great. My son has made it, and your dad and I have finally made it."
As she laughed, tears welled up in her eyes.
My dad took the registration certificate and smiled. "Well done! My son has made it!"
Seeing this, my aunt said to my cousin, "Are you sure you didn't see it wrong? Is this car really worth over three hundred thousand dollars?"
My cousin smiled bitterly. "Mom, I didn't see it wrong."
Upon hearing this, my aunt was stunned, looking at us with a complex expression, a mix of envy, jealousy, and regret.
My father's sister and her husband also came over, and both of them couldn't stop smiling.
My father's sister casually remarked, "John has really made it this time. It's a pity. Some people are short-sighted and neglect their families for a little profit."
Even a fool could tell who she was referring to. My aunt turned pale while the relatives crowded around to congratulate me.
I looked at my dad. "Dad, in a few days, get your driver's license, and then I'll buy you a car so you and Mom can go to Sevan City more conveniently!"
My dad waved his hand. "I'm too old to learn to drive."
Although he said that, the smile on his face didn't fade.
Then I said to my mom, "Mom, don't work outside anymore. Handicrafts are popular now. I'll provide the money for you to set up a handicraft workshop at home!"
My mom was receptive. With no more debts at home, I could see she was much more relaxed. "Okay. I'll listen to you."
"Sister-in-law, you've finally made it," My father's sister said. "Once the kids are all grown up, you can enjoy life. Oh, it's just my son Tommy who's not doing well, over twenty and still wandering around outside!"
I understood the implication in her words, which were meant for me to hear.
My cousin Tommy, twenty-three this year, was two years younger than me!
He was a decent person but lacked direction in his actions, a common problem for most young people. They aimed high but needed more effort, either complaining about low wages or finding the work too tiring, without considering their abilities.
But we had a good relationship since childhood, and he listened to me, although we met less frequently.
I spoke up. "I've opened a company in Sevan City. If Tommy is willing, he can come to work at my company."
My parents, along with my aunt and uncle, were taken aback. They couldn't believe that I had actually opened a company in Sevan City. They looked at me and then at each other, all a bit skeptical.
"John, when did you open a company in Sevan City? How come we didn't hear anything about it?"
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