I'm Not Interested in Money

By the time Lin Yuan's plane arrived in New York, it was already past one in the morning.

First class was indeed far more comfortable than economy. With decent conditions for rest, even a 15,000-kilometer journey and sixteen hours of flying did not feel quite so exhausting.

New York was much colder than Hong Kong Island, and it had just snowed.

Lin Yuan had only been wearing a thin coat before boarding, but after getting off the plane, he had to put on a thick down jacket.

After leaving the airport, Lin Yuan dragged his heavy suitcase toward the taxi area.

The next second, he spotted that burly figure.

Lin Yuan walked over with a smile. "Uncle, how did you know my flight?"

Vin Diesel gave him a hug. "The sister you acknowledged in Hong Kong Island told me. She was worried that since you arrived so late, it would be inconvenient for you to get home."

"Uncle, I've really troubled you."

The concern from both Vin Diesel and Zhang Ziyi made Lin Yuan feel very warm.

"You never need to be so polite. We're family. Come on, my car is parked nearby." Vin Diesel casually reached for Lin Yuan's suitcase.

"Damn! Why is this suitcase so heavy? How are you carrying it so effortlessly?"

Vin Diesel did not know that Lin Yuan's strength had already far surpassed that of an ordinary person. He was even stronger than this muscular tough guy.

"Hong Kong Island is a shopping paradise, so I bought a few extra things to bring back."

"I'm asking where you got so much strength! I work out every day and built all these muscles, yet I'm still weaker than you?" Vin Diesel clearly could not accept this fact.

"Because I know kung fu!" Lin Yuan had no idea how to explain it, so he could only use that to brush him off.

"Can you be my coach? I want to learn it."

"Sure. I'll teach you another day, starting with the basics."

Lin Yuan truly wanted to teach Vin Diesel some practical skills. After all, he was also pursuing the path of an action actor.

Once the two got into the Hummer SUV Vin Diesel was driving, Lin Yuan took a box from his backpack and handed it over.

"Uncle, this is a gift for you."

"A Rolex gold watch? This thing isn't cheap. I can't accept it," Vin Diesel refused.

"When you were going to pay for me to film Jurassic Park 3, wasn't that much more expensive than this? Don't worry, I made a lot of money on this trip to Hong Kong Island. Look, I'm wearing a Rolex too."

The watch on Lin Yuan's wrist was also a Rolex, but not the ostentatious gold watch that screamed nouveau riche. It was a Rolex Daytona, a gift Zhang Ziyi had given him in Hong Kong Island.

"But..."

"You never need to be so polite. We're family." Lin Yuan used Vin Diesel's own words to shut him down.

"All right. This watch reeks of showing off, but it suits me perfectly! I've wanted to buy one for ages."

At this point, Vin Diesel's career had only just begun, and he was not particularly wealthy.

He definitely would have been reluctant to spend seventy or eighty thousand dollars on a Rolex gold watch himself.

Yet when he had pulled out all of his $1.3 million in savings to support Lin Yuan's filming of Jurassic Park 3, he had not hesitated for even half a second.

Although Lin Yuan had ultimately not needed the money and had resolved the funding problem through Mr. Eisen's investment, he had always been deeply grateful to this uncle.

Lin Yuan's parents had died when he was nine. For the past nine years, Vin Diesel had cared for him like half a father.

Now that Lin Yuan had the ability to repay Vin Diesel, he would not hesitate in the slightest either.

"Come on, let's go home."

"Okay, let's go home."

Even now, Lin Yuan and Vin Diesel still lived together in a three-story wooden house in District 26, New York.

Lin Yuan lived on the third floor, while Vin Diesel lived on the second.

"Oh, right. I got a girlfriend. Before long, there may be a new member of the household. You don't mind, do you?" Vin Diesel said with a smile.

How could he possibly not mind!

The moment Lin Yuan heard that, a surge of fury shot straight to his head.

He would never forget the venomous heart hidden beneath that beautiful face.

In his previous life, she had been the one who drove him and Vin Diesel into becoming bitter enemies, never speaking to each other again until they died.

Otherwise, with a Hollywood superstar uncle like Vin Diesel, Lin Yuan would never have ended up dying alone in such poverty and misery.

Now, she had indeed arrived right on schedule. This time, Lin Yuan would definitely teach her a lesson she would never forget for the rest of her life.

So Lin Yuan smiled and said, "Of course I don't mind. We'll get along very happily."

At this point, she had not yet revealed her true colors. Lin Yuan could not target her directly, but ugliness could not stay hidden forever.

Before long, Lin Yuan would make Vin Diesel see her filthiest side.

"Then I'm relieved." Vin Diesel did not notice anything amiss.

The following day, Vin Diesel accompanied Lin Yuan to visit Director Cohen, Director Johnston, and Paul Walker.

They were all people who had shown Lin Yuan kindness and helped him over the past period of time.

There was no need to say much about Director Cohen. He had helped Lin Yuan launch his career without considering gain or loss.

During the filming of Jurassic Park 3, Director Johnston had also come to appreciate and look after Lin Yuan more and more. During the editing after filming ended, he had done his best to highlight Lin Yuan, hoping to make him a huge star.

Paul Walker had likewise once offered to put up $700,000 to help Lin Yuan film Jurassic Park 3.

A debt of gratitude could not be repaid with money. It could only be repaid with a lifetime of friendship.

Keeping in close contact was the best way.

Lin Yuan had prepared gifts for them in Hong Kong Island, all selected with Zhang Ziyi's help.

The gift for Director Cohen was Romanée-Conti wine, a wine said to be affordable only to millionaires but consumable only by billionaires.

A bottle of top-tier Romanée-Conti wine often sold for several hundred thousand dollars at auction.

Director Cohen was a fervent wine enthusiast. The bottle Lin Yuan had prepared for him was not quite that expensive, but it had still cost nearly $90,000.

Director Johnston liked fishing, so Lin Yuan had prepared a set of master-crafted fishing gear for him. The workmanship was exceptionally luxurious and exquisite, and the set cost as much as $30,000.

As for Paul Walker's gift, it was a Hermès Birkin bag...

Other than racing, Paul did not have any particular hobbies. Lin Yuan knew of his future misfortune and certainly would not encourage that pastime.

The Hermès bag was for Paul's wife, and it could still convey his sincerity just as well.

The prices of the three gifts differed somewhat according to the closeness of their relationships, but the thought put into them was something the recipients could feel directly.

Thus, all three recipients were delighted and satisfied, thanking him with smiles.

After visiting the three of them, Vin Diesel, who had accompanied him, said, "Including the gift you bought for me, you spent quite a lot this time. You should save a little more in the future. When you have money, think more about the days when you didn't."

Lin Yuan laughed. Vin Diesel's views on money really resembled those of the older generation back home.

He was of mixed Black and white heritage, without a trace of Chinese blood. Where had such ideas come from?

Perhaps the answer was his good brother—Lin Yuan's father, who had died young.

Thinking of that made Lin Yuan feel a little heavy-hearted.

So he made a joke. "I'm not interested in money. If you don't spend it, what are you keeping it for?"