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

The following morning, sunlight streamed through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows of the presidential suite, illuminating the ridiculously large bed.

The air still carried a lingering, sweet, and decadent scent, a testament to last night's frenzy.

Flight attendant Li Yu, like a lazy cat, slumped in the soft silk quilt.

Her face still had a blush that hadn't completely faded, and her eyes were filled with longing as she looked at Jiang Yan, who was getting dressed by the bedside.

Last night felt like an unreal dream to her.

This eighteen-year-old boy is young, handsome, and has ridiculously good physical strength.

They also possess a composure far beyond that of their peers.

He lacked the naiveté of boys his age, and was neither clumsy in trying to please.

From beginning to end, it was all under control.

Add to that the presidential suite that costs tens of thousands a night, and the unpretentious air of nobility he exudes, and those thoughts in Li Yu's mind suddenly came to life.

She's considered pretty by the airline.

What's the use of being pretty?

Every day, they wear uniforms to serve tea and water, and when they encounter difficult customers, they have to smile apologetically.

If she could latch onto this real big shot, would she still need to keep flying around and having to be mindful of other people's feelings?

Thinking of this, Li Yu gently bit her lip, deliberately softening her voice, and thrusting her proud, snow-white breasts upwards, trying to lean closer to Jiang Yan:

"Young Master Jiang, I was so tired last night... I have an international flight to fly today, and I don't even have the energy to walk."

As she spoke, she reached out to touch Jiang Yan's forearm, her eyes filled with a tentative look.

"Young Master Jiang, could I add you on WeChat?"

"Next time you come to Beijing, I'll be your tour guide."

"Or... if you're willing, I can resign and stay in Beijing to be with you."

That was said very lightly.

But the meaning is already quite clear.

What she wanted was more than just last night.

She wanted a long-term relationship, to be a part of this boy's life, even if it was just being a woman who couldn't be seen in the light of day, it would be better than continuing to fly around in the sky.

Even a bolder idea flashed through her mind.

What if we're a little luckier?

What if there really is a chance to rise to the top?

But before her provocative fingers could even touch Jiang Yan, they froze in mid-air.

Jiang Yan turned his head and glanced at her.

Those eyes were calm.

There was no lingering affection, no tenderness, and no youthful panic afterward.

Yes, it's just a kind of indifference towards goods with clearly marked prices in shop windows.

It's like looking at a product that has already been sold.

"Take your hand away."

Three words, not repeated.

But it was like a bucket of cold water poured directly over Li Yu's head.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately withdrew her hand, her smile freezing on her face.

Jiang Yan ignored her.

He stood up, casually picked up a dark blue silk robe and put it on, his movements clean and efficient.

There was no reassurance.

There was no explanation.

It didn't give her any room for imagination.

There wasn't a single unnecessary word spoken throughout the entire process.

Li Yu's thoughts of "Cinderella meets a top young master," "long-term companionship," and "marrying into a wealthy family" were shattered by this one look and three words.

Jiang Yan walked to the bar, picked up the iced water that the butler had just brought, and took a sip.

"Your bank card number," Jiang Yan asked casually, his back to Li Yu.

"Huh?" Li Yu was stunned for a moment, her mind going blank for a second.

"Card number." Jiang Yan didn't turn around, his voice growing colder.

Li Yu dared not hesitate any longer, and dared not mention adding each other on WeChat again.

She hurriedly rummaged through her bag scattered on the carpet and pulled out her phone, rattling off a string of numbers in a strained voice.

Jiang Yan picked up his phone from the bar and entered the account number expressionlessly.

He tapped the screen a few times randomly, then pressed the confirm button.

"bite--"

In less than three seconds, the screen of the phone Li Yu was holding lit up.

This was a short message notification from the banking system, its crisp sound particularly clear in the quiet suite.

Li Yu subconsciously looked down, and after just one glance, she froze completely.

"Your account ending in 0656 received RMB 500000.00 at 09:15. Current balance..."

One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand!

A full five hundred thousand!

Li Yu gasped, nearly dropping her phone from her hand.

Five hundred thousand! That's no small amount; it's equivalent to her total salary for two years, almost three years, working non-stop at the airline!

And now, it's just one night.

Five hundred thousand yuan was deposited into her account just like that.

A surge of ecstasy followed, but then came an indescribable sense of embarrassment.

She suddenly understood.

Her beauty, which she was so proud of, was indeed valuable in this man's eyes.

But it's only valuable in terms of money.

She doesn't even qualify to be a "long-term lover".

This 500,000 is not a reward.

It's a buyout.

I bought out last night, and I also bought out all her unwarranted fantasies.

The money and goods were settled.

Simple, direct, and even somewhat cruel.

Li Yu looked up at Jiang Yan, her eyes filled with extremely complex emotions.

Was she humiliated?

of course.

But could she refuse?

No.

That's 500,000.

This number is enough to crush her self-esteem. Besides, it doesn't matter who she accompanies. Even if it's free, she won't lose out on such a handsome guy.

Just then, a mechanical notification sounded in Jiang Yan's mind.

[Ding! Detected that the host has subverted flight attendant Li Yu's consumption habits and understanding of social class, slightly altering her short-term fate.]

[Congratulations, host. You have gained 1 Influence Point.]

[Additional Reward: 10000 RMB in cash has been automatically deposited into the host's account ending in 8888 through legal channels.]

Upon hearing the sudden notification sound, Jiang Yan paused slightly in his hand holding the water glass, and his sword-like eyebrows twitched upwards.

"You changed someone's spending habits and perceptions, and all you got were a few points...?"

Jiang Yan silently made plans in his mind.

He was not disappointed by the low score. On the contrary, in that instant, relying on the rigorous logical analysis ability of a top researcher from his previous life, he accurately captured the micro-logic behind the system's reward mechanism.

He quickly made a judgment in his mind.

The system's rules were more detailed than he had imagined.

So-called influence does not require him to immediately invent some black technology that can change the fate of all mankind, nor does it necessarily require him to immediately change the world order.

Such a huge influence would certainly generate a massive amount of points, but his current situation does not require him to be overly ambitious.

The core criterion for the system to determine influence is: as long as his behavior can cause a strong shock to someone.

As long as his existence brings an extremely strong shock to others, subverts their values, or even changes their life trajectory or psychological trajectory, he can earn points.

Moreover, points can not only be used to redeem gene serums and other cutting-edge technologies beyond human comprehension in the system shop, but also come with a cash reward of 1! One point is equivalent to 1 yuan in real money.

Although ten thousand yuan is nothing to him, who currently has a billion yuan in his bank account, it means that as long as he continues to "influence" others, his wealth will grow endlessly like a snowball.

No need to stay up all night doing experiments like in my previous life, no need to be mindful of anyone's feelings, all I need to do is demonstrate my absolute strength to crush and overturn everything!

Individual impact, small amount of points.

Group influence amplifies the score.

The real big impact is on the social level.

The logic is clear, and Jiang Yan is not disappointed.

On the contrary, he was very satisfied.

His habits from his previous life doing scientific research made him most fond of systems with clear rules and well-defined paths.

Once the rules are quantified, they can be utilized.

Now, he no longer needs to stay up all night doing experiments like he did in his previous life, he no longer needs to be mindful of the director's mood, and he no longer needs to waste his life in front of a cold lab bench.

All he needs to do is demonstrate his strength.

Go and shock, go and subvert, go and reap influence.

This is a huge profit.

Jiang Yan put down his water glass and turned to walk towards the walk-in closet in the suite, which was larger than the living room of an ordinary home.

Inside, the hotel's personal butler had already prepared two rows of the season's most high-end custom-made clothing according to his measurements.

Jiang Yan casually picked out a set of all-black casual clothes, without any exaggerated logos on them.

But the fabric, cut, and lines all exude an unreasonable level of expense.

The truly elite never need to wear badges.

They themselves are the brand.

This outfit perfectly accentuated his 1.85-meter height.

After dressing neatly, he walked out of the dressing room, and his entire demeanor changed completely.

Like a knife sheathed in black.

It's understated, has a slightly imposing presence, and exudes an air of nobility.

Li Yu was still sitting on the bed, holding her phone, unable to come to her senses for a long time.

Jiang Yan walked to the door without even turning back to look at her.

He simply tossed out a sentence:

"When you leave, make sure you are clean and tidy."

After saying that, he opened the heavy solid wood door of the presidential suite and strode away.