How can I justify myself as a Magnate if I don't indulge myself?

Although they occasionally kept in touch, two years had still passed without a meeting between the two.

When they met again, both were quite excited. After a bear hug, Li Feng punched Gu Heng in the chest and said, "You little rascal, didn’t you say you’d be back in a few more days? Why didn’t you call me in advance, you bastard? I would have picked you up!"

In Gu Heng’s local dialect, "bastard" was often used coarsely, irrespective of age or gender in moments of excitement; thus, Gu Heng didn’t feel slighted. Rubbing the sore spot where Li Feng had punched him, he laughed and said, "It’s no big deal if I come back late on other days.

But how could I miss your big wedding, you rascal?"

After speaking, he just grinned and looked into Li Feng’s eyes without another word.

The kind of brotherly bond they shared could feel a bit pretentious in a self-serving society, but no one could deny its genuine existence...

A few seconds of eye contact later, Li Feng, not being overly sentimental, just punched him in the chest again, his feelings unspoken...

Once the emotional stirring passed, Li Feng naturally turned his attention to the pale blue Bentley parked behind Gu Heng...

"Holy shit!"

"Holy shit!!"

"Are you for real, man? You actually drove such a damn cool car back?"

Continuously cursing in awe, Li Feng didn’t slow down as he left Gu Heng behind and circled the car, inspecting it...

"Holy shit, this emblem looks damn slick! It just doesn’t feel quite up to the Maybach’s standard though."

"This winged B is way classier than BYD’s three-letter logo!"

Gu Heng was a local mutt, and Li Feng, growing up with him, wasn’t much better off. Circling the car with an incessant stream of "holy shits," he finally came back to Gu Heng, panting, and clapped him on the shoulder, saying, "This ride is dope!

I’m not going to mince words with you. We don’t need that crap between father and son. When it’s your turn to get married, I’ll rent a Rolls-Royce for your wedding car even if it means taking a loan!"

After saying this, he continued to ask, "Renting this thing for a day must cost a pretty penny, right?"

Gu Heng feigned a throat-clearing and started to lay the groundwork for his upcoming show off, "What do you mean, ’rented’? Bought it, cash down, 3.8 million!"

"Get out of here! Do you think I don’t know what you’re like? Buying a Bentley for 3.8 million cash? If you could pay 38 thousand in cash for a used BYD, I’d still buy you thousands of yuan’s worth of fireworks to let the entire town know you bought a car."

Gu Heng wasn’t surprised by Li Feng’s reaction; after all, he’d never hidden his financial struggles from him.

"I really bought it. You told me, you’re getting married, so the next day I went to the 4S shop and got one. How about that? Isn’t that loyal?"

"Go away, you’re really getting into this, huh? You can brag all you want in front of others, but stop the bullshit with me. Enough talk, hurry up and drive, let me experience what it’s like to cry in a Bentley."

The more Li Feng acted like this, the more amused Gu Heng felt, pretending to be helpless as he said, "So what will it take for you to believe I bought this car?"

"How about you tell me what it would take for you to believe your dad bought it?"

Li Feng didn’t notice he was walking right into the trap Gu Heng had laid out for him...

"Alright, alright, I believe you bought it, okay?

Tricking a brother is no big deal, and I really don’t mind being fooled by you for a laugh, but don’t you start fooling yourself!

Hurry up, take me out for a spin!"

Seeing that the stage was set, Gu Heng’s smile grew ever brighter.

There was nothing quite like showing off in front of a longtime friend who had once stayed up all night with you in an internet cafe, sharing instant noodles because you were both so broke...

He pressed the unlock button in his pocket, and as the car lights flashed, Gu Heng slowly walked to the driver’s door and opened it. But instead of getting in, he took out a green-covered certificate, turned, and tossed it at Li Feng.

"Have a look for yourself."

"What’s this?"

Li Feng, who had never owned a car, failed to recognize the green registration book, looking bewildered at its cover until he saw the golden letters "Vehicle Registration Certificate," at which point a bad feeling started rising from the depths of his heart...

He flipped through the registration book, and his eyes grew wider and wider...

"Cluck! Cluck! Cluck!"

The sound of teeth grinding began to emit from Li Feng’s mouth over and over...

Struggling to contain his laughter, Gu Heng said, "Fengzi, what’s the matter? Am I hearing teeth grinding?"

Saying this, he reached out to tap Fengzi’s shoulder...

"Don’t touch me!"

Li Feng dodged at once, staring with eyes as big as bull’s testicles at Gu Heng, clutching the registration book so hard that veins were about to pop out of his hand...

Gu Heng: "???"

What’s the matter?

Did I overdo it and drive him crazy?

A few seconds later, Li Feng calmed down just a little and wailed with a sorrowful face, "You son of a bitch really deserve to die!!!"

"How the hell can you afford a Bentley? Huh? What makes you so damn special? Bastard! Look me in the eye!!"

Watching his reaction, Gu Heng could no longer hold back and burst into laughter like a villain from a TV drama...

"Are you laughing at your mom? Tell me quick this isn’t real, tell me you got this fake registration over the phone for 20 bucks!"

Li Feng knew well that Gu Heng would never get a fake certificate just to show off, but he couldn’t accept it...

To think they had vowed to be poor together, and now Gu Heng had secretly become wealthy?

Gu Heng remained silent, just watching him with a mocking smile…