Financial Freedom Begins When I Return to My Small Hometown - Chapter 115
Chapter 115: Damn, You're Killing Me!
Translation by : Rey || Part of Weebsread👹
"Please, don't! You've already spent so much on our pension—there's no need to waste more money on us!"
Just last month, they’d received several thousand yuan from him as pension money.
That very day, their relatives looked on with envy.
After all, combined with their own retirement income, the old couple was now bringing in nearly ten thousand yuan each month.
And the best part? They didn’t have to spend a single cent on Bai Ye. All the money was theirs, free to enjoy however they wished.
No need to spell out what kind of comfortable life that could buy.
"Alright, alright. The car’s just sitting there anyway. We’ll wait until you’re feeling better," Bai Ye relented, seeing how firmly his parents refused.
He knew, though, that as his fortune grew, it was only a matter of time before he could hire people to take care of the whole family.
This slow accumulation of wealth would gradually change his parents’ attitudes toward spending—and toward life itself.
Everything in due time.
No need to overwhelm them all at once.
By the time they returned to County Town and pulled up in front of the Longxiang Grand Hotel, it was already 5:30 in the evening.
Perfect timing.
According to his parents, most of the relatives had already arrived and were waiting in the private dining room.
Sure enough, just as Bai Ye parked the car, he spotted Yang Zhiwei—looking utterly miserable—stepping out of the hotel, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips.
The moment Yang Zhiwei saw Bai Ye and his parents, his expression soured even further.
He was suffering, no doubt about it.
Just yesterday, he’d lost a fortune in the blink of an eye—so much that he’d had to pawn both his phone and his ID just to keep playing.
He’d planned to rush home, grab some cash, and win it all back.
But Sun Hongxia had put her foot down: "No more money. Try it, and you’re dead!"
He was utterly helpless.
And as if that weren’t enough, now he had to attend Bai Ye’s housewarming banquet at the villa.
Honestly, this was worse than death.
Watching Bai Ye and his parents chatting and laughing together—so relaxed, so happy—while his own family was drowning in gloom, twisted the knife even deeper.
But as he watched, something struck him.
He hadn’t seen Bai Ye’s car today.
Could it be a rental, and the lease was up?
With that thought, after exchanging a quick greeting with Bai Ye’s parents, he couldn’t help but ask, "Hey, didn’t see your car today?"
"Oh, I got a new one," Bai Ye replied casually.
He pulled out a key fob emblazoned with the AMG apple tree logo and pressed the lock button.
From the direction of the G63 came a crisp "click."
Following the sound, Yang Zhiwei’s heart took another blow.
He didn’t know much about cars, but even from a distance, he could see the Mercedes logo on the wheel.
A Mercedes that size—the price was obvious.
For a moment, he could only stammer, dumbfounded, "You already got a new car? What happened to the old one?"
"Gave it to my dad," Bai Ye answered offhandedly, leading his parents into the hotel.
He left Yang Zhiwei shivering in the cold wind, completely thrown.
He’d just gotten a brand new Mercedes, and handed his old car—worth well over half a million yuan—to his dad without a second thought?
Just how rich was Bai Ye now?
"Ahhh, damn it, you bastard!!"
If it had been anyone else, seeing a relative strike it rich wouldn’t have stung so much.
Most people’s first thought would be, "Maybe I can get a piece of that."
But Yang Zhiwei was different.
He’d always looked down on Bai Ye—a college boy who, in his eyes, was destined to be just another wage slave.
So what if he went to university? Still ended up working like a dog.
But now, everything had changed.
And he could already imagine what would happen once word spread that Bai Ye was giving away cars.
At the very least, his mother, Bai Suyun, would never let him live it down.
"Look at Bai Ye! So filial! Why can’t you be more like him?"
The more he thought about it, the more an idea began to form.
Yang Zhiwei suddenly saw a way to stage a comeback.
"All these relatives have been doing better the past couple of years—especially Bai Ye’s family," he muttered to himself.
"So why shouldn’t I get a little something out of it? I’ve been in business for years—my reputation speaks for itself!"
A plan quickly took shape in his mind.
He didn’t even bother with his cigarette anymore, tucking it behind his ear as he strode straight into the hotel.
Meanwhile, Bai Ye was busy collecting cash—so much that his hand was starting to cramp.
The private dining room, spacious enough for thirty or forty people, buzzed with excitement.
Some relatives handed him cash directly; others transferred money via WeChat.
Distant relatives gave 500 yuan, while the closer ones never gave less than a thousand.
In just a short while, Bai Ye had raked in nearly twenty thousand yuan.
A pretty nice return for all the money he’d handed out over the years.
As for his parents, their faces were lit with pride.
Their son had made something of himself—every relative was singing his praises. How could they not be proud?
Each time someone complimented Bai Ye, their smiles grew a little brighter.
But just as the atmosphere in the room reached its peak, Yang Zhiwei quietly sidled up to Bai Suyun and whispered, "Mom, where’s Hongxia?"
"She went home to watch the supermarket. I’ll bring her some food later. Why?"
Hearing this, Yang Zhiwei felt a surge of relief.
Aside from Sun Hongxia, no one knew just how desperately he needed a large sum of money.
He didn’t bother answering his mother. Instead, he rapped his knuckles on the table, drawing everyone’s attention, and cleared his throat:
"Everyone, if I could have your attention for a moment!"
"I’m really happy to see so many relatives gathered here today. It shows that life is getting better for all of us."
"But as a member of the younger generation in our family, I believe that if there’s a chance for us all to live better, I can’t keep it to myself!"
He shot a glance at Bai Ye, as if to say, That’s right, I’m talking about you hoarding all the good fortune.
He continued, "I have a great project—a real money-maker—that I want to bring everyone in on."
"But it needs an initial investment of 300,000 yuan. I hope you’ll trust me."
"Ahem, just so you know, I could’ve done it myself, but with so many relatives here today, I just couldn’t keep it to myself!"
And wouldn’t you know it, as soon as he finished, a few relatives actually looked interested.
After all, aside from the now-wealthy Bai Ye, Yang Zhiwei was the family’s most successful earner.
If he said a business opportunity was good, it probably was.
"Zhiwei, what kind of project is it? How much can we make?"
"See, that’s what I like about Zhiwei—always thinking of us when there’s money to be made!"
"How much do we need to put in?"
…
As everyone started talking at once, Bai Suyun’s face was practically glowing with pride.
Look at my son—he’s doing just fine, too!
As for Bai Ye, he could barely keep himself from laughing as he pulled out his phone.
"Damn, the debt collectors have already sent a bunch of texts!"
Translation by : Rey || Part of Weebsread👹
"Please, don't! You've already spent so much on our pension—there's no need to waste more money on us!"
Just last month, they’d received several thousand yuan from him as pension money.
That very day, their relatives looked on with envy.
After all, combined with their own retirement income, the old couple was now bringing in nearly ten thousand yuan each month.
And the best part? They didn’t have to spend a single cent on Bai Ye. All the money was theirs, free to enjoy however they wished.
No need to spell out what kind of comfortable life that could buy.
"Alright, alright. The car’s just sitting there anyway. We’ll wait until you’re feeling better," Bai Ye relented, seeing how firmly his parents refused.
He knew, though, that as his fortune grew, it was only a matter of time before he could hire people to take care of the whole family.
This slow accumulation of wealth would gradually change his parents’ attitudes toward spending—and toward life itself.
Everything in due time.
No need to overwhelm them all at once.
By the time they returned to County Town and pulled up in front of the Longxiang Grand Hotel, it was already 5:30 in the evening.
Perfect timing.
According to his parents, most of the relatives had already arrived and were waiting in the private dining room.
Sure enough, just as Bai Ye parked the car, he spotted Yang Zhiwei—looking utterly miserable—stepping out of the hotel, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips.
The moment Yang Zhiwei saw Bai Ye and his parents, his expression soured even further.
He was suffering, no doubt about it.
Just yesterday, he’d lost a fortune in the blink of an eye—so much that he’d had to pawn both his phone and his ID just to keep playing.
He’d planned to rush home, grab some cash, and win it all back.
But Sun Hongxia had put her foot down: "No more money. Try it, and you’re dead!"
He was utterly helpless.
And as if that weren’t enough, now he had to attend Bai Ye’s housewarming banquet at the villa.
Honestly, this was worse than death.
Watching Bai Ye and his parents chatting and laughing together—so relaxed, so happy—while his own family was drowning in gloom, twisted the knife even deeper.
But as he watched, something struck him.
He hadn’t seen Bai Ye’s car today.
Could it be a rental, and the lease was up?
With that thought, after exchanging a quick greeting with Bai Ye’s parents, he couldn’t help but ask, "Hey, didn’t see your car today?"
"Oh, I got a new one," Bai Ye replied casually.
He pulled out a key fob emblazoned with the AMG apple tree logo and pressed the lock button.
From the direction of the G63 came a crisp "click."
Following the sound, Yang Zhiwei’s heart took another blow.
He didn’t know much about cars, but even from a distance, he could see the Mercedes logo on the wheel.
A Mercedes that size—the price was obvious.
For a moment, he could only stammer, dumbfounded, "You already got a new car? What happened to the old one?"
"Gave it to my dad," Bai Ye answered offhandedly, leading his parents into the hotel.
He left Yang Zhiwei shivering in the cold wind, completely thrown.
He’d just gotten a brand new Mercedes, and handed his old car—worth well over half a million yuan—to his dad without a second thought?
Just how rich was Bai Ye now?
"Ahhh, damn it, you bastard!!"
If it had been anyone else, seeing a relative strike it rich wouldn’t have stung so much.
Most people’s first thought would be, "Maybe I can get a piece of that."
But Yang Zhiwei was different.
He’d always looked down on Bai Ye—a college boy who, in his eyes, was destined to be just another wage slave.
So what if he went to university? Still ended up working like a dog.
But now, everything had changed.
And he could already imagine what would happen once word spread that Bai Ye was giving away cars.
At the very least, his mother, Bai Suyun, would never let him live it down.
"Look at Bai Ye! So filial! Why can’t you be more like him?"
The more he thought about it, the more an idea began to form.
Yang Zhiwei suddenly saw a way to stage a comeback.
"All these relatives have been doing better the past couple of years—especially Bai Ye’s family," he muttered to himself.
"So why shouldn’t I get a little something out of it? I’ve been in business for years—my reputation speaks for itself!"
A plan quickly took shape in his mind.
He didn’t even bother with his cigarette anymore, tucking it behind his ear as he strode straight into the hotel.
Meanwhile, Bai Ye was busy collecting cash—so much that his hand was starting to cramp.
The private dining room, spacious enough for thirty or forty people, buzzed with excitement.
Some relatives handed him cash directly; others transferred money via WeChat.
Distant relatives gave 500 yuan, while the closer ones never gave less than a thousand.
In just a short while, Bai Ye had raked in nearly twenty thousand yuan.
A pretty nice return for all the money he’d handed out over the years.
As for his parents, their faces were lit with pride.
Their son had made something of himself—every relative was singing his praises. How could they not be proud?
Each time someone complimented Bai Ye, their smiles grew a little brighter.
But just as the atmosphere in the room reached its peak, Yang Zhiwei quietly sidled up to Bai Suyun and whispered, "Mom, where’s Hongxia?"
"She went home to watch the supermarket. I’ll bring her some food later. Why?"
Hearing this, Yang Zhiwei felt a surge of relief.
Aside from Sun Hongxia, no one knew just how desperately he needed a large sum of money.
He didn’t bother answering his mother. Instead, he rapped his knuckles on the table, drawing everyone’s attention, and cleared his throat:
"Everyone, if I could have your attention for a moment!"
"I’m really happy to see so many relatives gathered here today. It shows that life is getting better for all of us."
"But as a member of the younger generation in our family, I believe that if there’s a chance for us all to live better, I can’t keep it to myself!"
He shot a glance at Bai Ye, as if to say, That’s right, I’m talking about you hoarding all the good fortune.
He continued, "I have a great project—a real money-maker—that I want to bring everyone in on."
"But it needs an initial investment of 300,000 yuan. I hope you’ll trust me."
"Ahem, just so you know, I could’ve done it myself, but with so many relatives here today, I just couldn’t keep it to myself!"
And wouldn’t you know it, as soon as he finished, a few relatives actually looked interested.
After all, aside from the now-wealthy Bai Ye, Yang Zhiwei was the family’s most successful earner.
If he said a business opportunity was good, it probably was.
"Zhiwei, what kind of project is it? How much can we make?"
"See, that’s what I like about Zhiwei—always thinking of us when there’s money to be made!"
"How much do we need to put in?"
…
As everyone started talking at once, Bai Suyun’s face was practically glowing with pride.
Look at my son—he’s doing just fine, too!
As for Bai Ye, he could barely keep himself from laughing as he pulled out his phone.
"Damn, the debt collectors have already sent a bunch of texts!"
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