Chapter 123: Chapter 123: Letting the family accept the fact that he has money sooner
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Yigol Novak was at a loss.
On one hand, he felt sorry for his mom; on the other hand, he was glad that he hadnât told his family about his wealth. If they knew, they might have been terrified.
His mom was scared to tears by the mere mention of more than a million dollars. If he had told her about the ten-plus buildings he owned and the over ten billion dollars he had, it might have caused a major problem.
Some peopleâs way of thinking, built up over many years, is deeply rooted and not easily changed.
For example, Sana Woods in the past, and now, his mom.
âMom, calm down first. I earned this money through legitimate channels. Banks now have regulations that large transactions will be inspected. If itâs black money, would I transfer it to you directly?â
âNot only transfers but also deposits made by large customers will be investigated, all to prevent criminals from laundering money through banks. So thereâs no need to worry, okay?â
After Yigolâs explanation, his momâs attitude softened a little but her doubts were not completely dispelled.
âYou said you earned it yourself, how did you earn it?â his mom asked.
Yigol didnât answer directly but asked, âMom, do you think the 1 million dollars is that exaggerated? Itâs just over a million dollars, but you have such a strong
reaction?â
His mom replied, âThis is more than a million dollars! Iâve lived my whole life without seeing that much money or hearing about anyone else having that much.â
âThe wealthiest in our family are your uncle and aunts, but they canât casually take out that much money either.â
âWhat do you think? Isnât more than a million dollars, in cash, a big deal?â
Since the cat was out of the bag, Yigol decided to tell her more, hoping his family would accept his wealth sooner.
âMom, though this may seem like a lot of money to you, your son actually has much more. This million dollars is like one dollar, can you imagine how much more money I really have?â
âI wonât tell you the exact amount just yet, as Iâm afraid you wonât be able to accept it all at once. In short, donât worry about Sanaâs expenses or our familyâs finances in the future. You and dad can spend it as you wish.â
âActually, I was very rich when I was in school, but I didnât tell you. I worked as a delivery guy to get out, experience life, and pass the time, not to make money.â
His mom was shocked again, a million dollars was equivalent to one dollar in her sonâs eyes?
Was her son talking nonsense, or was there something wrong with her ears?
Yigol chose not to be explicit for fear that his mom would not be able to digest everything.
Later, he could slowly tell her bit by bit, which would be easier for her to accept.
Subsequently, under his momâs questioning, Yigol roughly explained the origin of his money.
His mom was continuously shocked: âYou actually learned how to buy lottery tickets, play the stock market, and invest in real estate when you were at school? Then turned wealthy by messing around? Why didnât you tell us back then?â
Yigol explained, âMom, wasnât I into gaming back then? I had a lot of money but it went into gaming. And yes, I had money, but it wasnât stable, and I was scared. I was afraid that you and dad would worry and beat me up if I told you, so I didnât. Later, as time went on and I made more, I didnât know how to tell you.â
His mom had many questions, but she didnât know where to start.
Although the money was earned legitimately, the way it was made was risky.
She had hoped her son would save his salary for his bride price, but he was doing delivery work just for life experience and to pass time.
It was beyond her understanding, and she felt like a fool.
She pinched her leg to make sure she wasnât dreaming, the pain confirmed that everything was real.
âSo, mom, you donât have to worry about me supporting Sanaâs studies now, do you?â Yigol continued, trying to find a topic to snap his mom back to reality.
His mom paused, wiped her tears, took deep breaths, and asked, âWeâll talk about that later, first, tell me, how much money do you really have?â
Yigol didnât answer directly, but asked instead, âMom, are we really short on money at home? Didnât I just transfer some to you? Use it, donât save it for me. You donât have to worry about my bride price.â
âItâs not that we lack money, but your dad and I canât just spend your money irresponsibly.â his mom replied.
Seeing his mom still being frugal, Yigol felt helpless, but it was what he expected. Changing his parentsâ mindset would take time.
âMom, as I told you, more than a million dollars is like one dollar to me. Just imagine how rich your son is and donât worry about me scaring you with the truth.â
âIf you donât believe me, just ask Sana. Sheâs been to my place, she knows my situation.â
âNom, you Still donât trust me, Iâll transfer another million douars to you.
Just spend as you wish and tell me when you need more. Iâll give it to you.â
âHowever, I must tell you that this situation wonât happen in the next few years.â Yigol hinted as much as he could, hoping his mom would be bolder and use her imagination.
âNever mind, I wonât ask anymore. But your dad and I wonât touch your money. Now that youâre rich, find a wife as soon as possible. If necessary, Iâll arrange a blind date for you.â
âYouâre already in your twenties, and soon youâll be thirty. Donât you want to get married? I want to have a grandchild soon, so put your heart into this, understand?â
âGetting married this year would be best. We can have the wedding during the
New Year celebrations when everyoneâs back in town. Itâll be lively..â