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

"Bang."

The heavy, armored front door was closed.

Old Ma's hurried footsteps, which sounded like he was about to take off, were completely shut out from outside the door.

The penthouse duplex, spanning a total of 1,200 square meters across two floors, suddenly became quiet.

The central air conditioning system delivers cool air at 24 degrees Celsius.

The setting sun slanted in through the two panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, dividing the luxurious living room into two distinct areas of light and shadow.

Jiang Yan stood at the intersection of light and shadow and slowly turned around.

This time, for the first time, he truly looked at Xu Qinghe.

The main light in the living room was not on; only natural light was being used.

In the dim natural light, Xu Qinghe's delicate face appeared softer.

The black business suit hugged her graceful figure, and the lace trim at the collar of her white silk shirt, barely visible, still exuded a fatal attraction in the dim light.

Jiang Yan quietly observed her.

There was no lust, no greed, not even a trace of frivolous banter; his gaze was as if he were examining a valuable work of art displayed on an auction stage.

Staring at her with such deep, calm eyes that seemed to see through everything, Xu Qinghe's heart skipped a beat.

She could sense that the man in front of her was completely different from all the rich kids, nouveau riche, and even so-called internet tycoons she had met in the industry over the past four years.

Xu Qinghe's eyes no longer held the pure, greedy look that Li Yu, the flight attendant from last night, had—a look that seemed to want to strip naked and pounce on her.

As a top-performing salesperson in the luxury real estate market, she is more rational and clear-headed.

But at this moment, she still couldn't suppress the curiosity in her heart.

What is hidden within this young man?

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely in this silence.

"How old are you this year?" Jiang Yan finally asked.

Xu Qinghe paused slightly, straightened her back, and answered softly, "Twenty-seven."

"How many years have you been working as a real estate agent?" Jiang Yan asked at a leisurely pace, as if he were having a casual chat.

"Four years."

Jiang Yan nodded, then asked, "What's the largest deal you've personally closed in these four years, and how much was it?"

Xu Qinghe paused, her breath catching in her throat.

Her mind immediately flashed back to those drinking parties, smiling faces, tests, and patience.

"Thirty-eight million."

She answered truthfully.

"A single-story house in Brownstone Garden two years ago"

She managed to close the deal after drinking heavily with a coal mine owner for three whole days, and even almost got groped by him in the private room while he was drunk.

That one deal allowed her to firmly establish herself in this cutthroat real estate agency.

Jiang Yan smiled after hearing this.

"This order today has almost tripled your past record."

Jiang Yan turned around and turned his gaze back to the beautiful scenery of Beijing outside the window.

"A transaction volume of 90 million, that should be considered the ceiling of your career in recent years."

He speaks very bluntly.

It's even a bit cruel.

A woman with a strong sense of pride might feel uncomfortable on the spot.

But Xu Qinghe didn't.

Because what Jiang Yan said was true.

In Beijing, a city where class barriers are thicker than city walls, the vast majority of people will never even reach the threshold of 38 million in their entire lives.

They are not the only real estate agencies with real estate resources.

Mr. Jiang is right.

Xu Qinghe took a deep breath and made sure her voice sounded professional again.

"This one deal is enough for me to brag about in this industry for a long time."

"But whether the deal goes through depends mainly on your judgment."

Jiang Yan did not respond to her compliment, but simply uttered two words: "Lead the way."

Xu Qinghe was taken aback: "Where to?"

"The terrace? Didn't you say there's a 600-square-meter private terrace and swimming pool up here?" Jiang Yan said.

"Okay, this way please."

Xu Qinghe immediately got into the zone and quickly walked ahead to lead the way.

The two walked up the spiral staircase paved with natural marble, step by step, to the top of this penthouse duplex.

Pushing open the heavy, soundproof door to the top floor, a gentle evening breeze carrying the lingering warmth of midsummer instantly rushed in.

Suddenly, everything became clear.

The 600-square-meter private terrace is paved with top-quality anti-corrosion wood.

On one side is a meticulously manicured rooftop garden, and on the other side is an infinity heated swimming pool that reflects the skyscrapers of Beijing.

The water rippled gently in the night breeze, blending into the distant city.

Standing here, the entire skyline of Beijing unfolds before your eyes without reservation.

The lights of thousands of homes twinkled like stars, spreading out beneath our feet.

In the distance, the solemn Bauhinia Garden and the century-old dome of Tsinghua University are faintly visible in the evening.

Jiang Yan walked to the edge of the infinity pool, placed his hands on the transparent glass railing, and silently gazed in that direction.

Scenes from my past life flashed before my eyes like an old movie.

The countless days and nights I spent in that school in my past life.

Data models that can never be finished, and cheap instant noodles.

And the humiliation and helplessness when the fruits of their labor were later stolen.

At that moment, Jiang Yan suddenly remembered the first author's work that had been forcibly taken away from him in his previous life.

That was not an ordinary academic paper.

That was a major breakthrough that could drive the industrialization process of the entire subfield of materials physics.

If that achievement is successfully implemented, even without relying on his family background or the system, the technological value behind that patent alone would be enough to change his fate within a few years.

For those who truly possess core scientific research achievements, a house worth tens of millions is by no means an unattainable dream.

Of course, in his previous life, he might not have been able to afford a sky villa like the Wanliu Academy, which stood at the pinnacle of wealth in the capital.

But at least, he won't be overwhelmed by the burden of a three million yuan mortgage on his old, dilapidated apartment.

At least, his father didn't have to carry bricks under the scorching sun, bending his spine section by section.

pity.

In that world, what truly matters is not the outcome.

It's not about whose name gets to be written before the achievement.

A chill flashed across Jiang Yan's eyes.

The opportunity for upward mobility that should have belonged to him in his previous life was snatched away by Zhou Wenchang and his group with a thin signature page.

In this life, he will not give anyone a second chance.

Xu Qinghe stood quietly less than a meter away from him.

The evening breeze ruffled her slightly wavy long hair, and the hem of her black business skirt swayed gently in the wind.

Unlike typical salespeople who seize the opportunity to launch into a lengthy explanation of how good the feng shui is or how expensive the lighting system is, she didn't do that.

She was a smart woman; she knew that in times like these, silence was more valuable than words.

Jiang Yan took out a pure black metal windproof lighter from his pocket and flicked it lightly with his thumb.

With a crisp "ding," a ghostly blue flame shot up.

He lit a cigarette.

A faint scent of tobacco drifted in the night breeze, and the nicotine brought his mind into a calmer state.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, the white smoke blurring his overly young yet overly composed profile.

Xu Qinghe was suddenly moved by this scene.

She blurted out something that even she herself found unbelievable and even out of line afterward.

"Mr. Jiang, if I may say something I shouldn't have said..."

"When you stand here admiring the view... you don't seem like a happy buyer who has just purchased a mansion worth 100 million and should be feeling quite pleased with himself."

Jiang Yan's fingers, holding the cigarette, paused slightly. He didn't turn around.

"What does that look like?"

Xu Qinghe watched his retreating figure, and hesitated for two seconds:

"It's more like someone who has been wandering for a long time and has experienced countless hardships."

"Now, I'm finally back in a place that should belong to me."

The wind picked up a bit, ruffling the stray hairs on Jiang Yan's forehead.

This statement is very accurate.

It was as precise as a thin knife, gently slicing through his cold, hard outer shell.

If his achievements from his previous life hadn't been taken away, this place truly should have belonged to him!

Xu Qinghe could actually sense the weariness and ambition that came from two lifetimes of ups and downs beneath this eighteen-year-old's appearance.

This woman's intuition was sharper than he had anticipated.

Jiang Yan stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette on the stone platform at the edge of the swimming pool.

"hiss."

The fire went out.

He turned around and looked at Xu Qinghe. This time, his gaze was direct, even somewhat presumptuous.

There was no probing, no beating around the bush; it was like a superior looking down on a transaction.