章 9: Chapter 9 A little celebration!

$10,000 was a huge sum of money 38 years ago! To put it simply, you could marry fifty wives and buy a 200-square-meter, three-story villa with that amount. Money back then held significant purchasing power, and many things have since depreciated in value. Despite that, it's no wonder that Mark feels like he's floating on air. Although $10,000 may seem like just a small amount to capitalists, it's the first pot of gold he has earned!

Additionally, he holds a 10% share in an arms deal, which is a priceless asset. Without having to do much, those ten points could turn from tens of thousands of dollars into millions, or even billions!

With this in mind, Mark came up with an idea. He went to a nearby shopping district to buy a lot of women's clothing—whatever looked good—and some cosmetics. He thought he could send them to his schoolteacher, Ms. Dana, the beautiful goddess of his school days! Which young man hasn't daydreamed about a beautiful, single female teacher? Especially if he doesn't seize the chance to indulge in fantasies during his youth.

Everything was incredibly cheap; he bought a bunch for just $800, and it even included free home delivery!

Upon returning home, Aunt Sarah looked on in surprise at the young master, who had brought back a mountain of things.

Mark smiled without saying a word, took the items to his room, and handed over more than ten bags to Aunt Sarah, his eyes naturally drifting to her elegant figure. "Aunt Sarah, these are gifts for you. I hope they fit. I noticed your clothes were getting a bit worn out."

Aunt Sarah opened the bags and found them full of women's clothing, including intimates, shoes, and cosmetics. Covering her mouth in surprise, she said, "Master Yifu, what's gotten into you? Why did you suddenly buy so many things? These are far too expensive for me to accept.

"I've seen these kinds of clothes before. They cost tens of dollars each. I truly can't take them. It's already a great gift to have this job!"

Sarah, a woman of integrity who had raised someone with the good character of Captain Steve Rogers, would never take what didn't belong to her. She knew how to appreciate honest work, and a job paying $200 a month with no days off was an incredible opportunity that many would fight for!

She gently refused the gifts, explaining, "Master Yifu, I appreciate the gesture, but I really can't accept these. You're still studying and need to save your money. You'll need a lot for high school and college."

Her words came from a place of care, as she had long experience as a nurse, and her nurturing personality radiated through everything she did. No wonder she was able to raise someone like Steve Rogers. A good mother indeed shapes her son!

"Aunt Sarah, don't worry about it. I made some money today. Just put the things away for now, prepare a good dinner, and I'll explain everything to you later. I promise you'll be impressed!" Mark said with a playful grin, feeling pleased with himself.

Sarah was still hesitant, but seeing that the young master had already gone to the yard to exercise, she decided to temporarily store the items in her room. However, she resolved not to keep them if the young master didn't give her a proper explanation.

She felt a strange emotion stir in her heart, especially when she noticed the intimates included in the gifts. While she could accept skirts and pants, the intimate clothing seemed overly personal. The United States may have been more open-minded, but certain things were still considered more appropriate for close acquaintances. Did the young master have another meaning behind this gift? Sarah shook her head, dismissing the thought as overthinking. She knew her own worth; she wasn't as attractive as the young women around, and she was much older than the young master. In fact, she was a widow.

Meanwhile, Mark was oblivious to Sarah's thoughts, and if he knew, he would probably marvel at how imaginative women could be! To him, they were just clothes he picked up without much thought. The store had everything from head to toe, so he bought whatever seemed right.

He even got some things for his teacher, Ms. Dana.

At that moment, Ollie, his friend, came out of the house yawning. "Hey, you finally showed up. I thought you were going to burn the house down again!"

Mark retorted, "Even if I burned down a house, it would be yours! Who'd be foolish enough to burn their own house?"

"Haha! I don't know who it was, but didn't you blow up your own house a month ago? The genius who set off the blast? Yeah, that's you!" Ollie teased, reopening an old wound.

Mark fell silent for a moment, burying himself in his workout. He did high sit-ups, using his abs and biceps to pull himself up—a workout that resembled something from Green Arrow's training routine.

Ollie chuckled, "Hey, don't be so stingy! Are you mad? Fine, fine, I take it back!"

At least Ollie knew that Mark wasn't one to discriminate based on skin color, even though Yifu wasn't Caucasian. He wasn't considered overly handsome, but he had a comfortable and attractive look. His fair skin came from his Californian mother, and his mixed heritage wasn't something people would easily pick up on. As long as no one pointed it out, he blended in. Plus, his tendency to blow things up scared off any school bullies!

After some more banter, Mark invited Ollie's family for dinner. He had hired a nanny, and the food was going to be good. "I have something special to share with you!"