Wait for the Right Moment!

Su Yang stared at the message Gu Xiaoman had sent, completely dumbfounded.

He muttered to himself, "Damn! That was totally unexpected."

"I can't believe it, I can't believe it. She actually praised me, hahaha. And she even told me to be more careful next time. That's the important part—there can be a next time. Not bad~"

Su Yang grinned as he fantasized for a moment. His mood relaxed, and he put on his clothes before heading into the bathroom for a quick wash.

A few minutes later, he walked over to the sofa and picked up his bag. Then he suddenly remembered that the system had rewarded him with an Aston Martin the previous night.

The key should be in the bag.

He opened the bag. Apart from the Porsche key and the key to his rental, there was now another black key inside.

Su Yang took it out and looked at it. It was indeed the key to the Aston Martin.

"System, system, you really understand me. You specifically choose things I like to give me. Love you!"

Su Yang grabbed his bag, left the room, went downstairs, and checked out at the hotel lobby.

After leaving the hotel, Su Yang had no idea whether he should go home or somewhere else.

The earliest he could move into his newly purchased house was tomorrow, so he had no choice but to return to his rental and change clothes first.

As he walked, Su Yang entered a nearby steamed-bun shop and had a simple breakfast.

The Porsche was still parked near where he had drunk the night before, while the Aston Martin was in the underground parking lot of a nearby hotel.

For a moment, Su Yang had no idea which car he should go pick up.

"Having too many cars comes with its own troubles. Which one should I drive? Forget it, I'll go try the new car first. Little Jie can stay there for now. I'll pick it up after I move tomorrow."

With that thought, Su Yang returned to the hotel and arrived at parking space A1213, as the system had instructed.

A brand-new black-warrior-edition DBX707 was parked imposingly in the space.

"Damn, this is insanely cool!"

Unable to wait any longer, Su Yang pulled out the key and unlocked it.

After getting inside, he looked at the interior, which was completely different from the 911 Turbo S. He stroked the superbly textured steering wheel with both hands, his face full of smiles.

"Let's go, let's go! I'll head back and change clothes. Right, I have nothing to do today, so after changing, I might as well make a trip to Yang City. Now that I have money, it's time to let Mom and Dad enjoy themselves too."

"But I have to take it step by step, or I might scare them. I'll transfer a hundred thousand yuan to each of them first."

As he spoke, Su Yang took out his phone and transferred one hundred thousand yuan to each of his parents' bank accounts. WeChat had a transfer limit, after all, with a maximum of twenty thousand yuan per transaction.

After completing the transfers, Su Yang immediately called his father, Su Dagang.

The phone rang several times before it was answered.

"Hello, Xiaoyang. What made you call so early in the morning?"

Su Dagang's slightly weathered voice came from the other end.

"Dad, it's like this. I just transferred a hundred thousand yuan each to you and Mom..."

Before Su Yang could finish, Su Dagang nearly dropped his jaw and hurriedly asked, "What? A hundred... a hundred thousand?"

He knew about Su Yang's job. After graduating, his son had worked at an advertising company ever since.

How could an ordinary designer suddenly transfer two hundred thousand yuan?

Su Yang explained with a smile, "Dad, hear me out. I quit that job last year, but I never told you and Mom. I've actually been doing business with some friends. We started making a profit over the past few months, and business has been going pretty well."

He paused before continuing, "I guess you could say I've achieved a little success. Now that your son is making money, of course I have to show some filial respect to you both. Don't you think so? Hehe."

"You... Xiaoyang, are you sure you're not joking with me?"

"Would I joke about something like this? Don't worry. Everything I said is true. Your son has money now!"

Su Dagang was completely stunned when he heard this. His eyes grew slightly red, and for a moment, he did not know what to say.

He had lived for nearly fifty years, yet his family had never managed to improve their circumstances.

When they had been at their poorest, they could not even afford Su Yang's tuition and had been forced to borrow from relatives. Although those relatives had never said anything directly, Su Dagang knew exactly what they thought.

Only people who had experienced poverty could understand that feeling.

For decades, he had never been able to hold his head up in front of others.

Su Dagang felt that he was incapable, that he could not give his wife and child a good life. That was why, over the past few years, he had gotten up at five or six every morning to drive a taxi, working until one or two at night before finally stopping.

Could anyone blame him for not working hard enough? His abilities and horizons were simply limited.

Within the scope of what he was capable of, he had already pushed himself to the limit.

So when he heard Su Yang firmly say that he had made money through business and had transferred one hundred thousand yuan to each of them, he sat in the car and silently shed tears.

Su Yang heard the sobbing from the other end but did not speak.

He felt terrible too. His parents were both honest people who had never enjoyed much of life. But things would be different from now on. They had finally endured all the hardship they were meant to endure in this life.

After waiting for a while, he said, "Dad, you should quit driving too. I can make money now. You and Mom have suffered your whole lives, so from now on, you should enjoy yourselves."

"Yeah, okay, okay!" Su Dagang wiped away his tears in the car and excitedly repeated the words.

He trusted Su Yang unconditionally.

He would never suspect that Su Yang's money had come from anything improper. No one understood what kind of person Su Yang was better than he did.

Their family had been poor ever since Su Yang was a child, but he had never complained even once.

Although Su Yang's grades had been average, he had never caused his parents any trouble while growing up, making life much easier for the couple.

After graduating, he had never asked them for another cent. From time to time, he even sent them money to help with household expenses.

So when Su Yang said the money came from doing business, Su Dagang believed that it had indeed come from doing business.

"Dad, go resign right now. I don't have much to do today, so I'll come back later. I want to eat Mom's cooking."

Su Dagang immediately replied, "Okay, okay. I'll call your mom right now and tell her that our son has made something of himself. I have to let your mother know immediately. This is great, this is great!"

Su Yang let out a foolish chuckle, his eyes growing slightly red.

"That's all for now, Dad. I'm hanging up."

After hanging up, Su Yang took a moment to steady his emotions before starting the car and driving out of the parking lot.

Half an hour later, Su Yang returned to his rental.

He went into the bathroom, took off his clothes reeking of alcohol, and showered.

Then he changed into a fresh outfit and walked straight out the door.

At eleven in the morning, Su Yang drove the stunning Aston Martin along the expressway from Haicheng to Yang City.

Yang City was a relatively poor small city in Tianhai Province, about 170 kilometers from Haicheng.

Haicheng was the provincial capital. After taking the college entrance examination, most students from the prefecture-level cities in Tianhai Province applied to universities in Haicheng. One reason was that it was closer to home.

Another was that several universities in Haicheng were quite good, so there was no need to leave the province and travel too far.

Back then, Su Yang had wanted to stay close to home, which was why he had enrolled at an ordinary second-tier university in Haicheng.

Under normal circumstances, driving from Haicheng to Yang City took around two hours.

However, Su Yang had an impatient driving style. He could not stand seeing people drive at eighty kilometers per hour on the expressway.

Following behind them was simply unbearable.

Moreover, this was Su Yang's first time driving alone on the expressway. But with the support of professional racing-driver skills, driving on the highway was even easier for him than driving around the city.

So he overtook practically every car he encountered, giving the cars behind him no chance to pass.

At his speed, he would arrive in less than an hour and a half.

He was driving normally when flashing lights suddenly appeared in his rearview mirror.

Su Yang froze and thought, What's going on? I'm already driving at 160, and someone's still flashing their lights at me?

He glanced at the rearview mirror and saw a yellow Lamborghini Urus approaching at incredible speed.

Before he could react, the Lamborghini roared past him with ease.

Su Yang instantly perked up. "Hey! You passed me? So you're a Lamborghini, huh? Little punk, I'll show you who's boss."

As he spoke, he switched the driving mode to track mode.

But in those few seconds, the yellow Urus had already nearly vanished from sight.

Su Yang watched the Lamborghini disappearing ahead and smiled faintly. Then he floored the accelerator. The Aston Martin's 707 horsepower erupted instantly.

Even at a speed of 150 or 160 kilometers per hour, it still delivered a powerful surge of acceleration.

Its speed climbed effortlessly to around 250 kilometers per hour, and within seconds, he had closed the distance to the Lamborghini ahead.

Su Yang quickly overtook a Corolla blocking his way. The road ahead opened up, with no other cars besides the Lamborghini.

"Wait for the right moment!" Su Yang shouted.

He eased off the accelerator, then stepped on it again. The revs instantly climbed to 8,000, and the Aston Martin roared as it effortlessly overtook the Lamborghini Urus.