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

Aunt Wang, who was in charge of the head chef, had already come forward with a kind and ingratiating smile on her face:

"Young master, breakfast is ready. Would you like to eat now?"

Jiang Yan nodded slightly, walked to the long table that could accommodate twenty people at the same time, pulled out the chair at the head of the table, and sat down.

Soon, an exquisitely prepared breakfast was served.

Pan-seared premium foie gras, with an enticing caramel color on the surface.

Crushed black truffles are sprinkled on perfectly cooked French scrambled eggs, releasing a rich and enticing aroma.

It was accompanied by a cup of freshly ground, steaming hot premium Blue Mountain coffee.

Jiang Yan picked up a silver knife and fork, cut off a small piece of foie gras, and put it in his mouth.

It melts in your mouth, and the rich, oily aroma explodes instantly in your oral cavity.

He paused slightly while chewing.

Scenes from my past life flashed uncontrollably through my mind:

On a chilly winter morning in Beijing, he bought two shriveled meat buns for two yuan each at the subway entrance.

The feeling of not being able to taste what kind of meat it was seemed to linger deep in my throat.

Jiang Yan lowered his eyes, concealing the sharp glint that flashed within them.

He didn't act coy or show any discomfort; he simply ate the food on his plate cleanly, his expression normal and his movements extremely elegant.

As he swallowed the last sip of coffee, he silently made a solemn vow to himself:

He will never again suffer even the slightest injustice in his life.

He will take back the dignity he lost and trampled on in his previous life tenfold, a hundredfold!

I will never mistreat myself, nor will I mistreat the old man who loves me so much.

Even in this life, his father is already a high-ranking official in charge of a region.

The moment he put down his coffee cup, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang out from the depths of his mind.

[Ding! Host's emotions have been detected to be stable. The system panel is unfolding...]

A semi-transparent, light blue holographic projection panel that only he could see popped up in front of Jiang Yan's eyes.

This is the "system" that took him through time and space and allowed him to defy fate.

Jiang Yan squinted and carefully scanned the information on the panel.

The system is extremely simple and powerful, with only one core function: the Influence Points System.

The rule is simple: in any field—business, academia, entertainment, or even just in public—he must perform a sensational act.

As long as you can generate enough social influence to change other people's perceptions and destinies, you can earn corresponding "influence points".

A full 1.17 billion!

Of this huge sum, one billion was from the initial binding of the system.

As a "newbie gift pack," the start-up capital was directly deposited into his account in an absolutely reasonable, legal, and impeccable manner.

The remaining 17 million was his "summer allowance" from his mother, Lin Wantang, who ran a trillion-dollar investment banking empire.

Seventeen million in pocket money.

Jiang Yan gave a mocking smirk.

In his past life, he was treated like a dog, trampled underfoot by the director for a three million mortgage.

Now, the cash flow he can readily access in his account is enough to buy back the original 300 units!

He exited the banking app and opened the WeChat icon.

At the very top of the chat interface, two unread messages lay quietly.

The first message came from Lin Wantang, whose contact name is "Mother," and was posted three days ago.

"Yanyan, Mom is really busy with a merger and acquisition deal on Wall Street these days and can't get away."

"You want to go see the university you'll be attending in the future, but Mom can't go with you."

"Have the driver take you to Beijing. Once you arrive and are settled, remember to let your mother know you've arrived safely."

"I've transferred another five million to your card. If you need more, just let Secretary Zhang know."

The second message came from the Governor of Jiangsu Province, whose contact name was "Dear Father," and was sent late last night.

The words are brief, yet convey the stern authority of a superior without needing to be angry:

"Be careful in the capital. Visit your grandfather when you have time."

Looking at these two messages, a complex emotion flashed in Jiang Yan's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

In his previous life, his parents were so poor that they couldn't even afford medical treatment.

But the profound love of his parents, who gave everything to support his education, is the softest pain in his heart.

In this life, he was given the whole world by his parents, who stood at the top of the pyramid of power and wealth in China.

However, due to their respective power and careers, they are often absent from his life, and he may not even see them twice a year.

"They're all the same."

Jiang Yan chuckled to himself, his finger lightly sliding across the screen. He didn't reply to any messages, but instead pressed the lock screen button.

"Whether you're rich or poor, they're not around."

"But it's good that my parents are both healthy and have their own careers; that's the best thing."

"Besides, I'm a 28-year-old soul now, and I don't really need any pampering or concern. What I need is capital, and freedom!"

The phone screen went completely dark.

Thoughts receded like the tide.

The scene instantly shifted from that sunny villa to the dimly lit and luxurious presidential suite of this ultra-five-star hotel in Beijing.

Jiang Yan leaned against the headboard, still holding the phone that displayed a balance of one billion in his hand.

In front of him, the flight attendant in black stockings had already turned around as he had asked, and was trembling and working incredibly hard to twist her slender waist.

She tried her best to please this young, handsome, and wealthy man.

Her breathing became increasingly rapid, and when she occasionally glanced back at Jiang Yan, her eyes were filled not only with lust but also with an extreme desire for wealth and power, and a sense of submission.

Jiang Yan looked at the alluring, white body before him, feeling the most genuine flattery and submission from this world.

He smiled.

They laughed freely and wildly.

In this life, he is handsome, has a good temperament, and most importantly, he is rich! He has power! He has a system that transcends the rules!

The timid and submissive Jiang Yan of his past life, who couldn't even protect his own research findings, has been completely buried by that sudden cardiac arrest in the early morning.

"Make the movements more expansive."

Jiang Yan grabbed the flight attendant's disheveled long hair and pulled her sharply towards him.

The flight attendant gasped, but a masochistic ecstasy flashed in her eyes, and her movements became even more frantic.