Seeing that Sam still looked hesitant, Chen Mo smiled and continued.
"Don't think this car isn't worth much. Money is just a number to me. When I come across something I like, I never care about the price. A few days ago, I even bought a damaged pair of antique glasses from eBay. The lenses were covered in cracks, but I liked the story behind them."
Sam's expression shifted at that. Hadn't he just sold his great-great-great-grandfather's glasses on eBay a few days ago? He had checked at the time, and he was the only one on all of eBay selling damaged antique glasses.
Now it seemed that the wealthy buyer who had purchased those glasses was very likely the handsome rich guy standing before him!
That was right. As an old customer who had supported him during his most financially difficult time, Chen Mo's image in Sam's mind instantly rose from rich second-generation heir to handsome rich guy.
Just as Sam was hesitating over whether to tell Chen Mo about this, he heard him continue.
"Some people might see them as trash, but I think they're extraordinarily meaningful!"
Chen Mo glanced at the rusty old used Chevrolet beside Sam and spoke to him with complete sincerity.
"I think your car is worth a Porsche. Of course, if you don't want to, forget it. I never force people."
Before Sam could speak, Miles, who had been standing behind him and urging him to go home, quietly gave him a push and whispered in a voice he thought Chen Mo could not hear.
"I don't think he's joking!"
Even without Miles saying so, Sam had already made up his mind.
He looked at the battered used car he had only gotten that day, then turned to look at the luxurious sports