Ye Mo finished reading the letter expressionlessly, took out three thousand yuan and the key to the precious sports car left by his biological father from the envelope. He felt that he was useless for a moment. After studying for so many years, he seemed to be unable to do anything once he left school.

"..." Ye Mo shook his head mockingly and dialed a strange phone number on the phone.

"Hey, this is Yunduan Automobile Company. I am General Manager Su Yayu. Do you need any help?" The other end of the phone was the voice of a mature woman.

"Miss Su, I'm the owner of the Ferrari WG120 you wanted to acquire half a month ago. Do you still remember?" Ye Mo planned to sell the car and then send some money to Zhao Yanling's identity account, and then take a part of the money from it to open a smaller auto parts store. After all, in the current SY City Fengxing Racing, basically the rich young masters who are rich will have their own sports car to compete, so selling auto parts is a relatively promising industry.

"Oh, I remember your surname is Ye?"

"Do you still remember me?" Ye Mo admired Su Yayu's memory in his heart. After half a month, he could still be so familiar with the surname of a stranger.

"Haha, why did the lucky ones who Tianpeng Company sells game clients forget? What? Do you want to sell that sports car again? Didn't you say it wasn't your car before?" Su Yayu asked with interest on the other end of the phone.

"Haha, people always have to face reality. I want to sell the car that I can't afford and then open an accessories store to live for the rest of my life. I wonder if Miss Su has the intention to acquire this car?" Ye Mo smiled helplessly.

"Of course! I still have that price. What do you think?" Su Yayu's answer made Ye Mo feel relieved. After all, it would take a lot of trouble to sell such a sports car. If Su Yayu hadn't seen the old out-of-print car Ferrari WG120 stored in the dilapidated garage in his community that day, it would have been estimated that Ye Mo's final transaction amount would be more than half. The last time Su Yayu promised a price of RMB 1.2 million, which was 550,000 less than the price when it was just launched, but it was a very reasonable price.

"I can accept it; I came to Zhangji gas station to pick up the car at 12:00 noon today. Do you have time?" Ye Mo took the initiative to set the time.

"I will arrive on time and see you back." After saying that, a beeping sound came from the other end of the phone.

Today in 2112, the driver's license has long been a high school course, and Ye Mo naturally qualified to drive a car; and as the mainstream of new energy, hydrogen fuel completely replaces oil, and today's technology is enough to create endless hydrogen indefinitely; as for the fantasy floating car, it does exist, but due to its lack of stability, the world has blocked and banned before its stability has a new guarantee.

Ye Mo was driving a fiery red out-of-print Ferrari sports car and drove to the Zhangji gas station at a very low-key speed. A middle-aged man in his 30s thought a customer was coming, so he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him: "Welcome to Zhangji..."

But before he finished speaking, Ye Mo lowered the car window. The former saw that it was Ye Mo and looked surprised: "Ye Mo! Why is it you? This car..."

"Uncle Zhang, I'm here to wait for someone today. I'm going to sell this sports car to someone else, and then plan to open an accessories store near your gas station." Ye Mo got out of the car and told the man in front of him about his purpose of coming - Zhang Jiajie.

"You didn't go to college?" Zhang Jiajie said in surprise. In his memory, Ye Mo was admitted to the famous Yunlong University in the city with good grades.

"Well, I haven't gone." Ye Mo's words implied a lot of bitterness, maybe only he himself knows.

"Hey! It's all because of that boy Suifeng's ungratefulness!" Zhang Jiajie sighed helplessly and returned to the room.

Ye Mo followed in and chatted with Zhang Jiajie while making tea and waiting for Su Yayu's arrival.

"Whose car is this? The out-of-print car Ferrari WG120, ten years ago, actually appeared in such a small store! I must buy it!" Looking at the rough voice, it was a racer driving a new Mercedes-Benz et, who seemed to have an extraordinary origin.

Ye Mo frowned, as if unexpected relevant persons appeared; Zhang Jiajie hurried out and asked: "Sir, do you need help?"

"Are you the manager of this store?" asked the racing man with long "art" hair.

"I am the store manager." Zhang Jiajie nodded and responded with a smile.

"Then don't say you don't know whose car is? Tell me, whose car is!" The man was very domineering, as if he completely regarded himself as a world.

"This..." Zhang Jiajie sucked and spitted for a moment, not pointing out Ye Mo, "I really don't know whose car it was. The car was here when I came today."

"Hmph!" The man pushed Zhang Jiajie away rudely, stood in front of Ye Mo's car and muttered loudly: "I'll spend time with you here today! I must buy this car! I can afford the money I need!"

Ye Mo walked out of the room and helped Zhang Jiajie up on the ground and was about to answer, Su Yayu's voice came from a distance: "This car is mine."

The man shook his head in the voice and saw Su Yayu wearing a black work uniform wrapping her hands on her chest, looking back at the racing man with a serious face.

"Oh! Still a beautiful woman! How about it? Do you want to see my brother's racing together tonight? I guarantee that you will fall in love with me forever!" After the man said that, he reached out to pick Su Yayu's chin. Unexpectedly, Su Yayu took advantage of the situation and threw a strong man directly to the ground.

Su Yayu tidied up her sleeves a little and sneered: "When I was running the car, I guess you didn't know what elegance was. I want to tease me? You probably have no hope in this life."

"..." Ye Moben wanted to step forward to stop him, but he didn't expect that Su Yayu's actions were much faster and more neat than himself. He said in his heart: "This woman can't be messed with!"

"Hello, Mr. Ye!" Su Yayu stretched out his right hand politely to shake hands with Ye Mo, who also stretched out his right hand, and drew it symbolically and politely and withdrew his hand.

"Hello! Do you want to see the performance of the car?" Ye Mo asked, and had taken out the car keys.

"No need, although I don't know you very much, I know this car and can't do it." Su Yayu smiled and took the key from Ye Mo's hand, then took out a global networked GPS card swiper. After swiping his ID card, he entered an amount of 1.2 million yuan, and the money had been transferred to Ye Mo's ID card. "Happy cooperation!"

"That boy! Sell the car to me! I'll pay double the money!" The racing man climbed up from the ground and pointed at Ye Mo and said, "If you dare not sell it to me, I'll find someone to kill you!"

"This car is mine now. If you want to buy it, you can chat with me." Su Yayu rolled up her sleeves, clenched her fists, and threw the car key provocatively.

"You little damn! Do you know who my dad is? Tell you! My dad is Li Tie! I am Li Ze!" Li Ze was very arrogant, with absolutely nostrils facing the sky; and this "Li Tie" is the deputy mayor of sy City.

Ye Mo was very disdainful of such people. He knew that Li Ze was saying that he was capable of doing it, but he did not dare to do it very much. Once the society was alarmed, no matter who his father was, he would suffer.

"What?" Su Yayu's face was covered in frost, and she did not show any fear after listening to Li Ze's words.

"What! Don't you understand yet? Give me the car, everything is easy to say; if you don't, I will accept dozens of brothers, and I will do it once..." Li Ze asked Su Yayu's slender and curved figure and smiled lewdly, but before he could finish speaking, the latter kicked him out with one kick, and several of his front teeth fell off.

"Stupid bitch! I'll find someone to tear this house down! Let's settle the score with you guys and girls!" Li Ze said, and got on Mercedes-Benz and left.

"Mr. Ye, I'm so sorry! I've brought you so much unnecessary trouble." Su Yayu said apologetically.

"No, it's not your fault; if you really want to blame me, I'll blame me for finding the wrong time." Ye Mo waved his hand, "I just don't know if he really wants to find someone to come here to make trouble. If this is the case, then Uncle Zhang's business will..."

"Let's do this. I'll call a few security guards here to install a camera in the afternoon and let them care about guarding here for a month; if no one comes to cause trouble in a month, it's probably not going to be settled." Su Yayu suggested.

"Then thank you Miss Su!" Ye Mo was very grateful. After all, this matter had nothing to do with Su Yayu, so she could ignore it.

"So goodbye, Mr. Ye; the company still has a lot of things to deal with. Let's come out for a meal if you have time." After Su Yayu said that, she opened the car door and quickly left.

"Next, buy the house at home first! Then send 500,000 yuan to your mother; leave the rest to open a store!" Ye Mo made up his plan and said goodbye to Zhang Jiajie and went to the high-end housing area where the landlord is located - Street Garden.

Ye Mo's family has always been poor, so his clothes are very simple. When he came to the high-end housing area, he was greeted by countless passers-by. Ye Mo had long been accustomed to these things and went straight to the floor where the landlord was located, explaining the reason, he bought the house of only 80 square meters for 100,000 yuan.

"In this way, at least there will be no place to live in the future." Ye Mo was very happy, and he immediately came to the national unified bank - China Bank to transfer funds.

"Mom, I bought 2 million in the car; I will send you 500,000 yuan, and I will keep the rest for starting a business, so don't worry: don't send it back to me, I will send you twice the amount. - Son." Leave a message like this, Ye Mo swiped out the 500,000 yuan in his identity account, and at this time there was only 600,000 yuan left in his card.

"Next, go and buy the store next to Uncle Zhang. It's 550,000 yuan..." Ye Mo was thinking about how to bargain with the other party; he walked past a party where charity gatherings were being held: in such activities, all people from all walks of life who need financial assistance can come to seek help, and the protagonist is often not those who need help, but those who donate.

"Let me go in! Children in the mountains really need money to rebuild the school!" A pleading voice broke into Ye Mo's ears. He looked at a middle-aged man wearing glasses and dressed in clothes that were even worse than himself, followed by a little girl of five or six years old. Her face was black but very clean. Her hair that might have never been combed was tied with a rubber band, and her face was full of ignorance and tenderness.

"Get out! All of them are issued by the state. Do you have one? If not, get away!" The security guard was very strong and impatiently threw away the middle-aged teacher. The latter was thrown to the ground, and some photos of life in his hands were scattered all over the ground.

"Teacher Liu! Are you okay?" the little girl hurriedly stepped forward to support her and asked with concern.

"Teacher is fine! Yutong, let's go back, we can't help here..." The teacher showed helplessness and shook his head to pick up the photos; Ye Mo stepped forward to help pick up the photos, which was the photos that touched Ye Mo's heart.

The classroom of about a hundred square meters is filled with dozens of children the same size as the little girl named "Yutong". They are staring at the words and sentences on the blackboard intently; the ceiling of the classroom has collapsed, and a part of the corner of the wall has also collapsed. This place may not be considered a "classroom"...

There is a photo in which Yutong is standing next to a small tent, smiling and making a "v" gesture to the camera. The smile on her face seems to make her forget all unpleasant things...

"That's Yutong's home. Last year, the mountains were flooded, and her whole family was gone. She was the only one who was not in danger at school. The tent was also..." The teacher said and cried. "This time I wanted to come to the city to raise some donations to repair the school, but we didn't even go in. This is..."

"This teacher, I want to donate to you. But I don't have enough money. Is 550,000 enough?" Ye Mo smiled and said, how important is his instructor 550,000 to him, but his conscience told him: This money must be donated!

"Enough! Thank you! Sir! Thank you!" The teacher was about to kneel down in front of Ye Mo, and the latter quickly supported him.

"Yutong, thank you very much! He is willing to donate money to us! We can continue to go to school!" The teacher knew what Mo meant, and no longer insisted, but asked the little girl to come forward and thank Ye Mo.

"Thank you, brother, this is the flower painted by Yutong, I'll give it to you!" The little girl was very sensible and extended a drawing with a sunflower to Ye Mo, with a sunny smile in the photo on her face.

"Haha, then I'll accept it." Ye Mo smiled and took Yutong's "flower", then Ye Mo transferred the account in the bank, without any nostalgia, and quickly left.

Zhangji gas station.

"Uncle Zhang, I'll come to your place to help in the future."
Chapter completed!