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

The four walked through the quiet, tree-lined path and entered the Wanliu Academy.

Every gray-red exterior wall tile here is said to have been handcrafted and flown in from the Netherlands.

The community's landscaping is not the kind of gaudy, flower-filled gardens, but rather a minimalist garden designed by a master architect.

The light and shadow, the shadows of the trees, and the water features were all arranged perfectly.

Walking through it, you can't hear a single sound of the outside world.

There were only birdsong and the rustling of leaves in the wind.

The air is filled with a quietness built on money.

Zhang Huilin walked a small half-step behind Jiang Yan on his left, lowered her voice, and began to introduce the social circles here to Jiang Yan in a volume that only the two of them could hear.

"Young Master Jiang, Wanliu Academy is known as the ultimate destination for the wealthy in the capital."

"If the list of residents here were made public, it would be almost half of the modern commercial history of China."

Zhang Huilin pointed to the first building on the left: "The top floor of that building is where the co-founder of a domestic internet giant with assets worth hundreds of billions lives."

"Last year, when his company rang the bell on Nasdaq, he received nearly eight billion dollars in cash."

Then, she pointed to a building hidden behind the trees on the right: "That building is the residence of the head of one of the top three private equity funds in China."

"And over there, there are the families of several vice presidents of core state-owned enterprises, as well as the chairman of the board of directors of the largest new energy battery company in China."

As Jiang Yan walked, he listened to Zhang Huilin's introduction, his face remaining calm and composed.

But his brain had already begun to work at high speed.

Internet giants, private equity managers, executives of state-owned enterprises, new energy tycoons...

To ordinary people, these are all unattainable figures.

But in Jiang Yan's eyes at this moment, these people were all walking "influence points packs" with extremely high weight and drop rate!

In his past life, in order to secure research funding, he had to act like a subservient subordinate in front of the executives of those companies, and sometimes he even had to drink with them.

Now, he has billions of dollars in cash flow in his account, and his parents stand at the very top of power and capital.

As long as he establishes himself here, these neighbors will become the fulcrum for him to leverage greater systemic influence in the future.

What he wants to harvest are these people standing at the top of the pyramid.

Xu Qinghe, walking diagonally behind Jiang Yan, tried several times to interject with her solid professional skills to introduce the building materials, feng shui layout, or property service details along the way.

Try to make a professional presence in front of Jiang Yan.

But every time she was about to speak, Zhang Huilin would glance at her.

That look was indifferent, but it was enough to shut people up.

Xu Qinghe was very clever and immediately understood.

In front of a true confidant of the business world like Secretary Zhang, she, as a luxury home consultant, didn't even have the right to interrupt.

She could only suppress her thoughts, maintain her composure, and quietly play the role of a beautiful supporting character.

Soon, the group arrived at the private elevator in the prime location of the building.

Fingerprint recognition activated, the elevator doors opened, and without any pause, it smoothly and rapidly ascended to the top floor.

The elevator doors slid open to both sides again.

What comes into view is a real palace in the sky.

Even Zhang Huilin, who always maintains absolute professionalism, couldn't help but take a deep breath the moment she stepped through the door.

This is a top-floor duplex in a prime location, with the lower floor measuring 600 square meters.

The upper floor also features a huge private terrace of 600 square meters and an infinity heated swimming pool, bringing the total space to a staggering 1,200 square meters.

The interior features an exaggeratedly high ceiling, with a giant crystal chandelier refracting soft light.

Underfoot is marble with natural veining, a whole-house smart system, and Italian custom-made furniture.

Every tiny detail proclaims the word "top-of-the-line" in the most ruthless way.

The most impressive feature is the two semi-encircling, floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room.

Jiang Yan walked to the window, put his hands in his pockets, and looked out the window.

From this height, there are almost no obstructions.

The Summer Palace's rolling Longevity Hill and shimmering Kunming Lake unfold before your eyes like the most exquisite imperial painting.

At the edge of the horizon, the iconic century-old domed building of Tsinghua University is faintly visible under the midsummer sun.

Standing here, it feels as if the core of Beijing's century-old history and modern civilization are all under your feet.

Jiang Yan had his back to everyone, so no one could see the look in his eyes.

In that instant, images from his past life flashed uncontrollably through his mind.

That was the two-bedroom apartment of over 80 square meters that he bought with a loan outside the Fifth Ring Road in Beijing.

The room was poorly lit; even at midday, sunlight couldn't penetrate the cramped living room.

The corners of the walls were always covered with faint mold, and the sound of the upstairs neighbor flushing the toilet could be clearly heard in the middle of the night.

The crampedness of my past life.

The vastness of this life.

He took a deep breath of the air, which was filled with the scent of precious incense.

There was no sadness, no self-pity, and no tears.

He just sneered inwardly.

"That weary soul died forever in that musty eighty-square-meter room."

just now.

"This is where I belong."

Jiang Yan turned around, his expression returning to calm.

He didn't even bother to look closely at the priceless furniture.

I walked straight to the leather sofa in the center of the living room and sat down.

Seeing this, Lao Ma immediately prepared to step forward.

He had already rehearsed his sales pitch in his mind several times.

But just then...

"Buzzing—"

Zhang Huilin's phone vibrated.

She glanced at the screen, and her expression immediately darkened.

"Young Master Jiang, excuse me, I need to take this call." He then quickly walked to the side of the corridor and answered the phone in a low voice.

Less than half a minute later, Zhang Huilin returned with a furrowed brow, quickly walked up to Jiang Yan, and spoke with obvious apology in her tone.

"Young Master Jiang, I'm so sorry."

"A major change has just occurred in a cross-border M&A deal worth tens of billions of yuan that Dingsheng Capital is pursuing in Shanghai. The other party's true intentions have deviated significantly from our expectations."

"Chairman Lin requested an immediate multinational video conference to revise the strategy, and I must rush back to the branch office to handle it."

"As for buying a house, it's up to you to make the decision. If you're interested, I can arrange for the company's legal team to come and review the contract at any time."

Jiang Yan leaned back on the sofa, looking very relaxed.

"Go ahead and get busy, Sister Zhang."

"The acquisition is a big deal. I know my mother's temper. Don't delay it."

"It's just buying a house, I can handle it myself."

Zhang Huilin bowed again to apologize, and without any hesitation, quickly walked out the door in her high heels.

The door closed with a soft "click".

The atmosphere in the living room changed immediately.

Old Ma and Xu Qinghe exchanged a glance.

Having been in this industry for a long time, they are very good at reading people and situations.

Previously, with the intimidating presence of Zhang Huilin, the chief secretary of the capital firm, dominating the entire scene, Lao Ma didn't dare to breathe too loudly, let alone use any sales tactics.

He didn't know at first which organization Zhang Huilin worked for, only that she was definitely not an ordinary secretary.

But when Zhang Huilin mentioned "Dingsheng Capital," "Chairman Lin," and "a cross-border M&A deal worth tens of billions" during the phone call, Lao Ma's heart skipped a beat.

Dingsheng Capital.

Chairman Lin.

Looking across the entire Chinese financial sector, there is only one person who deserves this title.

Lin Wantang.

The woman who controls a trillion-dollar capital empire and is privately known as the "Queen of Finance" by countless entrepreneurs.

What's even more crucial is that after listening to Zhang Huilin's report, Jiang Yan only casually said one thing—

"The acquisition is a big deal. I know my mother's temper. Don't delay it."

"Mother."

These two words were like a muffled thunderclap, exploding directly in Lao Ma's mind.

The young man in front of me, who looks just over eighteen, is actually the son of Chairman Lin of Dingsheng Capital?

Then he wouldn't be a typical second-generation rich kid.

This is a super heir standing at the very top of the capital pyramid.

No wonder a top-level secretary like Zhang Huilin would personally come to accompany him to look at houses.

No wonder he always says he'll pay in full upfront if it's suitable, treating a 100 million yuan house like it's a toy.

Old Ma's initial slight contempt was instantly suppressed.

But soon, another professional instinct emerged.