Super Rich: Rebirth of the Top-Tier Rich Second Generation

Chen Shaoyang gritted his teeth, his cheeks tensing up.

Jealousy and humiliation burned like fire in my chest.

On the traffic light indicator at the intersection ahead, the red numbers were ticking down to the last second.

3……2……1.

The moment the green light turns on!

Jiang Yan's right foot, which had been resting lightly on the accelerator pedal, pressed down steadily and firmly!

"boom--!!!"

At this moment, Lamborghini's 770-horsepower V12 naturally aspirated engine, tuned to its limits, roared wildly!

The sound didn't sound like it was starting up; it sounded more like a fighter jet about to break the sound barrier tearing through the air.

The four-wheel drive system instantly distributes terrifying torque to the four wide, semi-slick tires.

There was no slippage whatsoever, and no unnecessary movements whatsoever.

The matte black SVJ63 is like a heavy artillery shell that has been fired out of the barrel, with an overwhelming sense of pressure, and it is launched out in an instant!

At almost the same time, Chen Shaoyang, who was standing next to him, went crazy and slammed the accelerator to the floor, trying to regain the face he had just lost.

McLaren’s 4.0T twin-turbocharged engine emits a sharp hiss.

He wanted to pursue her.

He wanted to regain face in front of Su Nianwei.

Unfortunately, the idea was nice.

Reality is harsh.

In less than a second, the Lamborghini's exaggerated carbon fiber rear wing had completely captured Chen Shaoyang's entire field of vision.

In just two seconds! Jiang Yan's car had mercilessly pulled three car lengths ahead of the McLaren!

The overwhelming sense of powerlessness brought tears to Chen Shaoyang's eyes.

Three seconds later!

Three seconds later, the matte black had turned into a black dot in the distance, disappearing into the traffic ahead with a low rumble, leaving only a trail of fading exhaust fumes for Chen Shaoyang.

"Grass!!!"

Chen Shaoyang slammed his hand hard on the McLaren's steering wheel and uttered an extremely offensive curse.

His neatly styled hair was now a mess. In this capital city, he had never before been so thoroughly humiliated, inside and out, in front of the woman he loved!

"The car that Feng Yuntian reserved was actually intercepted by this brat who appeared out of nowhere! Damn it, who is he?!" Chen Shaoyang muttered through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with resentment and fear.

The person who could buy this car outright and dare to ignore him like this in the capital city is definitely not a simple character.

Before figuring out the other party's background, even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to actually drive his car into them.

This is the most realistic rule in the second-generation elite circles of Beijing—bullying the weak and fearing the strong; before they understand your situation, they will only dare to bar their teeth in secret.

In the passenger seat.

Su Nianwei didn't respond to Chen Shaoyang's words, and didn't even glance at him, as if the furious man beside her was invisible.

She maintained that languid sitting posture.

However, her slender fingers, painted with burgundy nail polish, quietly unlocked the phone screen.

She opened WeChat and found a private WeChat group called "High-End Gatherings in Beijing".

The group doesn't have many members, but they are all core members of various top supercar clubs in Beijing, second-generation heirs of major conglomerates, and top socialites and models like her who have access to the core of this circle.

Every piece of information here represents the latest trends in Beijing's world of fame and fortune.

A strange light, which she herself did not notice, flashed in Su Nianwei's eyes.

Her slender fingers flew across the screen, typing out a line of text:

"Ladies, does anyone know who drove that brand-new matte black Lamborghini SVJ63 on Ping'an Street today?"

After typing that line, she clicked send.

Then, she very naturally pressed the lock screen button and put the phone back into her bag.

Her face remained expressionless as she watched the street scene receding outside the window.

But she knew very well what was going on in her heart.

That eighteen-year-old young man had already ignited her curiosity.

This isn't just low-level infatuation.

It's not that I can't walk past luxury cars.

Su Nianwei had seen money.

I've also met men.

What truly interested her was the feeling of "unfathomable" about Jiang Yan.

In the cutthroat world of Beijing, the less information you can find, the more problematic it is.

She wouldn't do the kind of low-level flattery that Li Yu used when she was overwhelmed by a sum of 500,000 yuan.

What she excels at is probing, getting close, and setting up a plan.

Like a beautiful and patient snake.

After leaving the overconfident McLaren far behind, Jiang Yan did not continue to accelerate.

He eased off the accelerator, allowing the vehicle to return to speed limits and cruise smoothly forward with the flow of traffic.

The little incident that just happened didn't even stir a ripple in his heart. He had seen many people like Chen Shaoyang in his previous life.

Those who truly hold power and capital don't flaunt their status on the street like young punks.

Only a spoiled brat who is only half-baked and needs to rely on his family's wealth and material possessions to save face would care so much about so-called face.

Elephants will never care about the provocations of ants.

......

Beijing, Tsinghua University Admissions Office.

The summer sun shone through the glass window and fell on the desk of Zhou Minghai, the deputy director of the admissions office.

The desktop was covered with estimated high-scoring data from various provinces, competition lists, and special recruitment information.

There was still one week before the national college entrance examination results were officially released to the public.

However, as one of the two most prestigious universities in China, the battle to attract talent has already begun.

Zhou Minghai held a high-score prediction table from the Hebei Provincial Department of Education.

His eyes quickly scanned the form, finally settling on the first row.

The name is very simple.

"Jiang Yan".

The total score column at the back contained a number that made even a seasoned admissions officer like Zhou Minghai, who had seen countless geniuses, gasp in astonishment.

"A raw score of 741 in science?"

Zhou Minghai pushed up his glasses to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

Although Hebei Province is known for its intense college entrance examination, this year's science exam was notoriously difficult. While more than 100 students in the province scored above 700, very few scored above 710.

The candidate named Jiang Yan not only came in first place, but also scored nearly 20 points higher than the second-place candidate.

"This is an extremely rare case of fault-like crushing..."

"This score... he's definitely going to be the top scorer in the province," Zhou Minghai murmured to himself.

Based on his many years of experience, this score is not only a sure thing for him to be the top science student in Hebei Province, but it is also one of the best when compared with other students in the national exam.

More importantly, Zhou Minghai knew that the wolves in the admissions office of Yenching University next door must have also obtained this data.

Top universities don't wait until the results are announced to compete for top students.

By the time you start, it will be too late.

Without any hesitation, Zhou Minghai immediately picked up the red landline on his desk and dialed the student's contact number left on the document.

He not only wanted to express his welcome in advance, but also prepared to offer Tsinghua University's highest-level incentive this year—the "Top Talent Program".

This program offers only a very limited number of places to the entire university each year. Selected students can skip the red tape of the regular undergraduate program and receive small-class instruction from top-tier mentors at the academician level.

They can freely enter and exit national-level core laboratories and are automatically granted the qualification for a combined bachelor's, master's, and doctoral degree program.

For ordinary students, this is the ladder to heaven that can change their fate!

Zhou Minghai could even imagine the scene of the candidates and parents on the other end of the phone being so excited that they were incoherent when they heard the news.