Tycoon: I can see the goddess's wish list novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130: 128, Dad is shocked! How many cars did this kid buy?

"But, this kid, it wouldn’t be about that Lin Wanting, would it?" Luo Lin thought as he saw his son acting all secretive. He quickly had some unpleasant associations. So, when the time comes, what should Tuan Tuan call me? Grandpa? Call Luofeng Dad? Just thinking about this situation made Luo Lin’s scalp tingle. It’s true that Lin Wanting’s family is indeed quite good. To put it bluntly, without Tuan Tuan, I feel that this marriage would definitely be a top-notch match. But... Sigh. I don’t want to think about it anymore. Let’s see what kind of tricks my son is going to play.

「About 20 minutes later.」

Luofeng drove his Audi R8 to his dad’s Jiamei Construction Company. Before even getting out of the car, he called his dad. "Hey, Dad, I’m downstairs; come on down."

"Oh, coming," Luo Lin replied and immediately hung up.

As the saying goes, ’what’s destined to be will be, and one cannot escape misfortune.’ He prayed his son wouldn’t give him any major shocks.

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!" Seeing his dad approaching, Luofeng honked the horn a few times.

"Get in, Dad!"

"Son, what’s the matter?" Luo Lin asked curiously again, settling into the co-pilot seat.

"You’ll know in a bit, Dad," Luofeng smiled.

But his dad’s mood only grew heavier.

Soon, Luofeng drove the Audi to the Porsche Center. Luo Lin, lost in thought as he stared at his son, hadn’t noticed the surroundings or where the car had stopped. Luofeng had messaged Li Gaohua earlier, who said he was already waiting for them.

"Hey, son, why did you bring us to the Porsche Center?" Luo Lin finally noticed the signs outside and was puzzled.

"You’ll know soon."

Seeing they were at a car dealership, Luo Lin actually breathed a sigh of relief. If we’re not here to buy a car, then what else could it be?

He knew in his heart, though. This kid is up to no good. Is he eyeing a Porsche and wants me to pay for it? He has his own money; why doesn’t he just deal with it himself?

Well, as long as it’s under a million, I’ll grit my teeth and get it for the naughty child. After all, my son helped out a lot with that recent contract. Besides, we old folks have received many gifts from Luofeng lately. A son honors his dad, and a dad should... well, indulge his son. PFFT PFFT PFFT. What am I thinking? That’s affection.

"Dad, let’s get out," Luofeng said as they reached a parking spot.

Just then, Li Gaohua came over to welcome them. "Mr. Luo, good to see you." He then glanced at Luo Lin and greeted him too, "Mr. Luo Lin, hello!"

"Mm, hello!" Luo Lin nodded.

"This way, please, gentlemen," Li Gaohua gestured invitingly.

Soon, Luofeng and Luo Lin entered the Porsche Center. Normally, the showroom would be filled with various Porsche luxury cars, but today, the entire hall was conspicuously empty. Only a single, unidentified car, covered by a large red cloth, stood in the center.

"Mr. Luo Lin, this way, please," Li Gaohua said.

Luo Lin nodded, his curiosity piqued as he looked at the shrouded car. This fucking thing. It’s like opening a mystery box. My son couldn’t have ordered a high-end Porsche 911, could he? That model is incredibly popular with young people, but the top-tier versions cost over three million.

But his dad didn’t know that Luofeng had already bought one; it was just still on its way and was expected to arrive in a day or two.

"Dad, happy early birthday." Luofeng gave a subtle nod, and a staff member pulled the red cloth off the Porsche.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding employees couldn’t help but gasp. Two cars? In total? That’s almost six million, right?

2.7 million? Plus 3 million... Luo Lin didn’t know what to say. Besides, it wasn’t appropriate to lecture his son in front of so many people.

In fact, it was only after I truly became wealthy that I realized my family wasn’t as badly off as I had imagined, Luofeng reflected. My dad didn’t just earn a million a year; it was nearly two million. Plus investment income. I had no idea about the family’s hidden assets. Of course, it wasn’t billions or tens of billions, but there should have been tens of millions. But our past lifestyle? It didn’t feel like we had tens of millions, did it? It always seemed like, apart from the house, the family couldn’t even scrape together five million. But none of that mattered now. Perhaps they only started to slowly reveal the truth once they knew I didn’t need their money.

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