"Go to hell!" I really couldn't help cursing. I have never seen such a shameless relative.
After leaving the hospital, I parked my motorcycle by the river.
I endured the hardships I had as a child, but even after my mother died, those relatives still wouldn't let me go.
I really don’t know whose name is on the property deed, and I don’t want to ask, so as to avoid upsetting Aunt Jun.
It's my mother's, so what? It's just a lawsuit, isn't it? I don't believe those heartless relatives will get away with it.
"To fuck a horse."
Without thinking about it, I stepped on the accelerator and got back on the road. But after a while, a row of motorcycles on the side of the road attracted my attention.
They were all road racing bikes. I remember when I first met Aunt Jun, she also had one, a black one.
Aunt Jun is wearing a leather jacket and looks so cool lying on it.
But in order to support me, she sold the car.
She was still being stubborn because the car had broken down and it wasn't safe to take me with her.
Since then, Aunt Jun still wears leather jackets, but no longer has racing cars.
"Boss! Give me a new one like this."
I pointed to a black one.
The boss was a man in his forties, wearing a motorcycle suit and had a pigtail.
"Dude! You're not into cars, are you? This kind of car is hard to buy new. Without connections, it won't even pass customs."
I really don’t know about that.
"Besides! These cars that have been raced have all been run-in and tuned by professionals, so they drive better than new ones."
"How much is this one?"
"Holy crap! You have good taste, young man! You picked the best performer in my batch right away."
The boss then started to introduce the horsepower, compression ratio, and acceleration to 100 kilometers per hour.
I didn't quite understand what was said, but I just thought the car looked nice.
"Alright, alright! Just tell me how much it's going to cost!"
"If you really want it, it's 12,800! I'll also give you a matching helmet."
The boss took out the helmet and said, "See? This is the original helmet. Buying the helmet alone would cost two thousand."
I was too lazy to argue with him: "Okay! Just drop me off at home and I'll take the car."
After I finished speaking, I counted the money directly, and the boss was stunned:
"Sure thing, little brother! You're not dressed like that, but you're really happy to take the money. My name is Anan! I'll help you get home."
"Okay, Brother Nan! Seeing that you are also repairing this here, I will definitely trouble you in the future."
Anan smiled when he heard this and said, "Young man, you are so generous. I'm just calling you Brother Nan! If you have any problems with the car in the future, just come and get me. I'll get you another pair of gloves."
…
When we were almost home, Aunt Jun called me and I asked her to come down directly.
Aunt Jun didn't know what was wrong with me, so when she came down to take a look, she saw a racing car following me.
Aunt Jun came to me nervously and said directly to Brother Nan:
"What do you want?"
"Aunt Jun! He's not here to cause trouble. He's here to give us a motorcycle. I bought this for you."
"What?"
Aunt Jun couldn't help but move closer to the race car: "Did you buy this? How much did it cost?"
Brother Nan got out of the car with a smile: "Sister! Your nephew is really filial to you! Okay! The car has been delivered, I'm leaving first."
What generation is this?
"Hey? We don't want this car!"
I waved to Brother Nan, put my arm around Aunt Jun's shoulders and said:
"Aunt Jun! I've made money again, a lot of it. I prepared this car for you to go to work."
"You just know how to waste money! What kind of job do I need this for?"
Having said that, Aunt Jun looked a little angry, but her eyes never left the car.
I unpacked the helmet and gloves and put them all on the bike:
"I'm going to let you ride it to collect money for me."
"What did you say?"
When I go to those Internet cafes, I always ask the network administrator to use the boss's online banking to pay me. I think it's not good, and I can't give the boss another copy.
Let Aunt Jun go, one hand gives money and the other hand gives the serial number, which is just right.
This way Aunt Jun doesn’t have to go out to find a job.
When I explained the situation, Aunt Jun's face remained tense:
"How much do I need to find someone to collect it? Besides, it's hard to even earn enough money for gas when riding this."
"Oh, Aunt Jun! You underestimate me too much. I'm very profitable, okay? Just now, I made three hundred thousand in one go."
"How many?"
Aunt Jun might not be bothered by ten or twenty thousand, but three hundred thousand! Aunt Jun had never seen so much money.
"Tell me the truth, did you promise someone something for that much money? I'm telling you, I worked so hard to raise you, not to be a gigolo for a rich woman."
Uh... is it that straightforward?
I was sweating when I heard this. In Aunt Jun's mind, is this all I am useful for?
"I'm Aunt Jun's gigolo. I don't look down on anyone else. I really earned it. Just look at what I made last night."
Aunt Jun stared at me, still looking a little unconvinced, but her expression had softened a lot.
"real?"
"Oh, Aunt Jun! Why don't you believe me? It's true. I brought back a lot of money a few days ago, all earned by cheating. This time they want a lot, a thousand at once."
Aunt Jun's expression finally relaxed completely, and she looked at the motorcycle with a very happy look.
"This car must cost more than 10,000 yuan, right?" Aunt Jun said as she turned the key, started the engine, and stepped on the accelerator.
The "woooo" sound attracted many neighbors to look over.
"It's definitely over ten thousand, and it's about ninety percent new."
I handed the helmet to Aunt Jun: "How about Aunt Jun take me for a walk?"
Aunt Jun was obviously moved, with light in her eyes.
"Oh, let's go, Aunt Jun! Let me feel it too."
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