My son is a reincarnated soul; I overheard his inner thoughts and became the richest man.

September 19th, dusk was falling.

Chen Feng instructed his driver, Jiang Ming, to drive to the city's No. 1 Middle School to pick up his son, Chen Xiaotian, who had just finished school.

The father and son then set off and rushed back to their hometown of Jiangzhou overnight to prepare for their cousin's wedding the following day.

Chen Xiaotian is now a first-year junior high school student.

Fortunately, the 20th and 21st fall on a weekend, which saves me the trouble of asking for leave.

The wheels rolled over the cement road in the countryside, and by the time we arrived at the old house at the entrance of the village, it was already past nine o'clock at night.

As soon as he stepped into the house, before he could even take a sip of hot tea, his father, Chen Guohua, spoke hesitantly:

"Ah Feng, your aunt called the other day to ask when you'll be home. She wanted to ask if she could borrow your car for your cousin to use as the lead car so he can pick up his bride tomorrow."

The father paused, took the cigarette Chen Feng offered, and continued, "Your cousin's wedding is being held at the Jinlong Hotel in the city. The bride's family is well-off; they're in the building materials business. Although your cousin is a college graduate with a respectable job, his family's financial situation is still inferior to theirs."

"Your aunt is unsure of herself, so she thought she could borrow your car to put on a good show and prevent her in-laws from looking down on her. What do you think about this..."

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng couldn't help but chuckle, and said while taking off his coat:

"Dad, it's no big deal. I thought something had happened. It's just family getting married, borrowing a car is perfectly normal, no problem!"

"Did my aunt say what time the wedding procession will be tomorrow? I'll have Jiang Ming drive the car there directly then."

Seeing his son agree so readily, Chen Guohua smiled as well.

"Your aunt said we have to get up early tomorrow, around eight o'clock."

"The bride's family is also in the city. After picking them up, we'll take them directly to your cousin's newly bought apartment. We'll leave home at seven o'clock tomorrow, and A-Ming will drive us there together."

"Okay, it's settled then. Get some rest early tonight." Chen Feng nodded in agreement.

......

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Just after six o'clock, Chen Feng got up and dragged the sleepy-eyed Chen Xiaotian out of bed as well.

After washing up and getting ready, it was only a little past seven o'clock.

The drive from my hometown village to the city takes about forty minutes.

Jiang Ming drove his black sedan smoothly towards the city, carrying three generations of his family.

Around 7:30, the car came to a smooth stop downstairs in my cousin's apartment building.

Chen Feng's cousin is named Wang Qiang, and he is eight years younger than Chen Feng.

This young man has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and is quite energetic. He is one of the few college graduates in the village and currently works as the purchasing manager of a large chain supermarket in Jiangzhou.

Upon seeing Chen Feng's family arrive, Wang Qiang, dressed in a sharp suit with a groom's boutonniere pinned to his chest, hurriedly came forward with a broad smile: "Uncle, Aunt, Cousin, you've arrived so early!"

"Qiangzi, congratulations! You look great today." Chen Feng smiled and patted his cousin on the shoulder.

Wang Qiang scratched his head shyly, his tone filled with gratitude: "Cousin, your business is so big, and you still managed to take time out of your busy schedule to come back and attend my wedding. I really didn't expect that. Thank you so much."

Although they don't usually keep in touch, Wang Qiang naturally knows that his cousin is now the richest man in the country.

With this "great Buddha" personally attending, the level of his wedding instantly rose.

"We're brothers, no need for formalities." Chen Feng waved his hand and pointed to the car behind him. "I've had the driver bring the car over; it's waiting downstairs. I'll be at your service later."

"Thank you, cousin!" Wang Qiang said again.

Chen Feng checked the time and said, "By the way, Qiangzi, since I'm just sitting here with nothing to do, why don't I go with the wedding procession later? Just to add some excitement for you."

Upon hearing this, Wang Qiang's eyes lit up immediately: "That's great! With my cousin backing me up, I feel much more confident!"

"Okay, I'll go join in the fun," Chen Feng said with a smile.

At this moment, Chen Lan, the younger sister, came over and said, "Ah Feng, now that the car has arrived, let's go down and decorate the car first. The florists are already waiting. We're leaving at eight o'clock sharp, so we can't miss the auspicious time."

"Okay, I'll go down with you and also tell Jiang Ming."

Chen Feng responded and followed his aunt, uncle, and several cousins ​​from his uncle's side downstairs, carrying a large pile of ribbons, flowers, and double happiness characters.

Downstairs, Jiang Ming was standing guard by the car. When he saw Chen Feng come down, he quickly opened the car door and said, "President Chen."

"It's alright, just cooperate with them to decorate the car," Chen Feng suggested.

At this moment, the aunt and uncle were still busy directing the florist to arrange the flowers, their minds focused on the wedding ceremony.

But the young cousins ​​who came to help from his uncle's side had a completely different look in their eyes after circling Chen Feng's car a few times.

In 2003, when Santanas and Jettas were everywhere, a gleaming black Mercedes made a huge visual impact.

"My goodness, that's... a Mercedes-Benz!"

One of the car-savvy young men squatted down, pointed to the badge on the rear of the car, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Hey guys, look! An S600! That's a twelve-cylinder behemoth! I read in a car magazine that this car costs around two million, right?"

"Holy crap, it really is an S600!"

Another young man gasped, unable to resist reaching out to touch the car's paint, before quickly pulling his hand back as if electrocuted. "What does this nephew of my second aunt's family do? How can he be so rich? I thought it was just a regular S320."

"This isn't just ordinary wealth, it's absolute rich! Anyone who can afford a car like this needs to be worth tens of millions. One press of the accelerator and it's worth several days' wages for us!"

The group lowered their voices, their whispers filled with shock and envy.

They didn't know Chen Feng, and his aunt's family were honest people who never used Chen Feng's name to show off.

Therefore, these young people never dreamed that the man standing not far away, wearing an ordinary jacket and with a friendly face, was actually the legendary richest man in the country.

In Chen Feng's view, this Mercedes-Benz S600 is just a means of transportation.

In an era when luxury cars were not yet common, the Mercedes-Benz S-Class with its W220 chassis, though prestigious, was merely adequate for him.

If he weren't so indifferent to material enjoyment and too lazy to bother changing cars, his status would certainly warrant a Maybach 62 or a Rolls-Royce Phantom to be appropriate.

Listening to the excited chatter of the young people, Chen Feng simply smiled faintly and said nothing more.

After learning about the car's "value," the relatives and friends who helped visibly softened their efforts, fearing that the transparent tape or wire they used might leave a scratch on the paint, which they wouldn't be able to afford to pay for.

At exactly eight o'clock, the auspicious time has arrived.

As several strings of firecrackers exploded downstairs, the wedding procession officially set off.

Chen Xiaotian was left in Wang Qiang's new house by Chen Feng to watch TV with his grandparents.

Chen Feng sat in the passenger seat, while Jiang Ming held the steering wheel steadily. The Mercedes-Benz S600, decorated with flowers and ribbons, slowly started and led the way.

Following behind were several Santana 2000s and Jetta Kings that Wang Qiang had gathered from his friends, and the ones driving were the same nephews who had just been making those astonishing noises.

Although the convoy wasn't particularly long, in the streets of Jiangzhou in 2003, having a twelve-cylinder Mercedes flagship leading the way was definitely top-notch, attracting the attention of passersby.

The bride's family lives in an old residential compound in the west of the city, which is some distance from the new house, about a half-hour drive away...

The convoy drove through the city for more than twenty minutes.

Following Wang Qiang's directions, Jiang Ming slowly drove into a quiet villa area amidst the hustle and bustle.

Looking out the car window at the rows of European-style detached houses with gardens, Chen Feng raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Qiangzi, your wife lives here? This is the most famous wealthy area in Jiangzhou, the conditions are quite good."

Wang Qiang gave a wry smile and rubbed his hands together, saying, "Yes, cousin. Xiaoyun's family is in the building materials business. With the booming real estate market these past few years, her family is quite wealthy. To be honest, everyone says I'm marrying above my station in this marriage."

Chen Feng patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "What's with all this talk about being too good for someone else? You're a genuine college graduate and a manager at a big company. You have a bright future ahead of you and are no worse off than anyone else."

"Thank you for your kind words, cousin."

Wang Qiang sighed, his tone somewhat helpless, "If Xiaoyun and I weren't college classmates with a deep emotional foundation, her parents would actually be quite opposed to it. After all, my meager salary is really not enough in their eyes."

Chen Feng nodded, indicating his understanding.

Parents everywhere have the same heart; who wouldn't want their daughter to marry a rich and powerful man?

In this era where poverty is mocked but prostitution is not, economic foundation does indeed determine many things.

"It's just ahead, turn left and it's the third building," Wang Qiang pointed out.

Jiang Ming steadily turned the steering wheel and parked the Mercedes-Benz S600 in front of a villa decorated with red lanterns and the character for "happiness".

Many of the bride's relatives and friends had already gathered in the courtyard, chatting happily.

As the imposing Mercedes-Benz S600 slowly came to a stop, followed by a long wedding procession, the previously noisy crowd instantly quieted down.

"Wow! That groom's got something!"

In the courtyard, a young man in a floral shirt nudged the middle-aged man beside him. "Uncle, didn't you say my cousin's husband was just an ordinary office worker? This is quite a show of power, bringing a Mercedes-Benz S600 as the lead car!"

The middle-aged man referred to as "uncle" was the bride's father, Lin Qiaosheng.

Lin Qiaosheng was a seasoned businessman who could tell the condition of the car at a glance.

"This is an S600, it will cost two million after purchase."

Lin Qiaosheng narrowed his eyes, his tone indifferent, "I guess Qiangzi rented it from a rental company or borrowed it from a friend to make a good impression. In any case, the kid put his heart into it, making sure my daughter's wedding didn't look too shabby."

Although he said that, Lin Qiaosheng was secretly pleased.

After all, in this day and age, being able to arrange for a luxury car of this caliber to pick up the bride shows that the groom has put in a lot of effort.