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Chapter 825 Miss Yuan: I'll bury you in money!

No sooner had he finished speaking than the three of them drove over in less than five minutes.

However, when they arrived, the yard, which had been packed with cars in the morning, was now empty. Clearly, those people had gotten what they wanted and had gone home to share their experiences.

The three got off the bus. This time, Lin Mo was the fastest runner, even faster than Miss Yuan.

Upon seeing this, Liu Ruyan, who had just gotten off the bus, couldn't help but shake her head and smile.

The intelligent woman knew exactly what such a sum of money meant to Lin Mo.

It's not just about crossing social classes. After all, if it were just about crossing social classes, Lin Mo would have done it long ago. You have to know that his family used to be a dual-income family.

They're definitely not middle class, and even living comfortably would be a struggle, since in a county town, his parents' combined monthly income wouldn't even reach 10,000 yuan.

However, there is a student in their family who is in college, and the living expenses are one or two thousand yuan per month. Lin Mo is considered to spend relatively little money, and his living expenses are only a little over a thousand yuan per month.

But university tuition and other expenses can add up to a lot each year.

With the remaining money, the family still needs to live on and pay for social obligations every year. It's safe to say that they can't save more than 50,000 yuan a year, and that's assuming there aren't any other major expenses.

The only advantage is that the parents have insurance, so they will receive a pension when they retire.

When he only had a few million in savings, he had already crossed social classes.

But only after receiving this money could Lin Mo consider himself to have reached the threshold of so-called financial freedom.

Financial freedom—just four short words, but it can mean that an individual, a family, or even two generations can live a life free from worries about food and clothing and in abundance. How could it not carry great weight?

This signifies that a person has gone from needing to work to support themselves and their family to now being able to enjoy life to the fullest.

To step away from the tedium of work and enjoy time, to savor the meaning of life—just thinking about it is captivating.

Faced with such an opportunity, Lin Mo's reaction was correct. If he hadn't reacted at all, Liu Ruyan would have felt something was wrong.

In the end, Lin Mo was just a young man in his early twenties.

"Auntie," Lin Mo said, her voice trembling slightly, her face flushed.

Hearing this, Ms. Cheng smiled and nodded: "Xiao Mo, you've lived up to your mission. Come on, Auntie will take you to see!"

As the previous generation's Empress Ruyan, Ms. Cheng's mind was even more shrewd than Liu Ruyan's. How could she not see clearly what her own daughter could understand?

So this time, she ignored Miss Yuan and her daughter behind her and walked in with Lin Mo.

As soon as Lin Mo entered the living room, he was drawn to the rows of neat black boxes. On the sofa, Ms. Jiang was leisurely drinking tea. The two women looked at Lin Mo with a knowing smile on their faces.

It can be said that neither of them came from wealthy families. Of course, Ms. Jiang's family was certainly better off, but not to this extent.

Over the years, they have witnessed many people around them become rich overnight, while others lose everything, so they can understand Lin Mo's feelings to some extent.

After a moment of surprise, Lin Mo greeted Ms. Jiang.

Upon hearing this, Ms. Jiang nodded and smiled, "Xiao Lin, congratulations!"

Look, this is the composure of the older generation of artists. They only say "congratulations" and don't say "congratulations on getting rich," because it sounds like a brigade commander is coming to rob them.

"Well, thanks to Aunt Jiang's help," Lin Mo said with a slightly embarrassed smile.

Ms. Jiang nodded in response, neither denying it nor denying it, but she humbly said, "What kind of help is this? In fact, I'm the one who's benefiting from you. We're all family, so there's no need to be so polite!"

The price for today's on-site transaction is even higher than what she initially knew, so how can she not consider it a bargain?

Hearing this, Ms. Cheng smiled, stepped forward, and casually opened a box, revealing a neatly stacked pile of cash. She said, "Each box is 225 million. The six boxes you brought, I divided into 24 smaller boxes as you suggested, totaling 54 million. Each box contains exactly one box's worth of cash. It's all here. We made 6 million more than we initially expected per box, not bad!" Ms. Jiang, standing nearby, also smiled and said, "To say that one person would take out so much money would definitely be difficult. Although their families aren't short of money, such a large cash flow withdrawal would certainly have an impact. But if it were 2 million, it wouldn't matter; they even think it's worth it!"

As a wealthy woman in this circle, she knew all too well how much money people like her spend on their faces every year, and the results weren't even as good as this.

Some cosmetic surgeries, or procedures on the face, cost even more. It's not just the surgery itself that costs money; the annual maintenance after surgery is also a huge expense.

So this sum of money adds up to a lot, but if divided equally among families, 200 million yuan per family isn't really much.

Lin Mo slowly stepped forward, then reached into the box and took out a bundle of banknotes.

It's very new, with seals still on it, so it looks like it was just taken out. Each bundle is worth 10, and it feels quite heavy in your hand.

There are more than 22 such bundles of banknotes in one box. One million yuan weighs about 24 kilograms. This box alone contains more than 50 kilograms of money.

There are twenty-four such boxes in total, which seems unreal.

He once saw a message online that said the cold in the North has a smell, but today he realized that money also has a smell.

It's strange, but if you put a hundred, ten thousand, or a hundred thousand together, it doesn't seem like much. But once you have a lot of money, like millions, it starts to have a certain flavor.

To be honest, with the widespread use of online payments, he hasn't seen cash in a long time, and holding so much cash in his hand feels very different.

Even if we don't talk about 50 million, even the 100,000 yuan he has in his hand right now feels a bit unreal to him.

You know, not long ago he donated a truckload of supplies and asked Chuanmei to help transport them, which cost tens of thousands of yuan. A few days ago, Miss Yuan, Chuanmei and others bought his gold posters and each transferred 100,000 yuan to him, but he didn't feel anything.

Money on your phone is just a string of numbers; it doesn't have the same impact as cash.

Just then, Miss Yuan and Liu Ruyan walked in.

"Wow~~~ So many! Mo Zai, you've struck it rich! You've struck it rich! You're treating me, you little brat, or I'll beat you up!"

Miss Yuan screamed and rushed over, then began opening one suitcase after another.

A row of boxes was opened, revealing bundles of banknotes inside. The sheer shock was so great that even Miss Yuan and Liu Ruyan were momentarily stunned.
With an excited heart and trembling hands, Lin Mo touched the money, his heart pounding so hard he could hear it himself.

There's nothing I can do; he's just a nouveau riche, and it's impossible for him to stay calm in this kind of situation.

"Liu Ruyan, come help me. I want to stack all this money into a bed so I can sleep on it. It'll feel great," Miss Yuan said with a smile.

Even though it wasn't her money, she was still happy. She didn't want the little black dog's money, but lying down on it for a nap was no problem.

Liu Ruyan, who quickly came to her senses, laughed and said, "I don't care, go tell your brother."

After saying that, she stepped forward and stood beside Lin Mo, laughing as she said, "How is it, little brother? Aren't you happy? Do you want to shout or something? Don't hold back, shout! No one will laugh at you, hehehe!"

Hearing this, Lin Mo closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and realized that his face had become a little stiff from smiling. Then he opened his eyes and slowly said, "To be honest, I always thought I had trypophobia, but looking at this today, I realize I don't. I just don't like ugly things!"

Liu Ruyan:
What a phobia of trypophobia! Just kidding, who would have trypophobia of a huge pile of money?

After saying that, Lin Mo turned his head and was about to thank the two elders when he saw that Miss Yuan had emptied several boxes at some point and was now holding bundles of banknotes, intending to build herself a house. She had already laid the foundation and was lying on it, looking like the money-scattering boy sitting under the God of Wealth.

"No, Sister Yuan, you don't have athlete's foot, do you? Don't infect the money," Lin Mo couldn't help but say.

Miss Yuan was happily stacking the money when she heard this and immediately flew into a rage. She picked up a bundle of 100,000 yuan notes and shouted, "I'll fucking bury you in money!"

Lin Mo:
You can hit me, but you're using your own money! Hitting me with my money doesn't count as a work-related injury!

(End of this chapter)