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

Half an hour later.

The black Maybach S480 came to a smooth stop in front of the largest and most luxurious international railway station in Beijing.

Two doormen in crisp uniforms immediately jogged forward, respectfully opened the car door for Jiang Yan, and carefully placed their hands on the edge of the roof.

Jiang Yan stepped out of the car.

He stood on the red carpet and looked up at the huge glass exhibition hall in front of him.

The exhibition hall was brightly lit.

Sales Director Wang Hai is introducing car models to a nouveau riche customer.

The other party is still haggling over the 20,000 yuan worth of free gifts.

Wang Hai glanced around and saw Jiang Yan getting out of the car, and his heart tightened instantly.

He's been in the luxury car industry for over a decade, so he's developed a keen eye for detail.

The truly wealthy are completely different from those who pretend to be rich kids.

The young man in front of me didn't have any flashy logos on him.

But the cut and texture of that outfit clearly indicated it was custom-made.

Having spent over a decade navigating the cutthroat world of fame and fortune, the sales director had long since developed a keen eye for business.

He has encountered many rich kids who deliberately dress in flashy clothes, wear big gold chains around their necks, and seem to want to wear "I'm rich" on their faces.

But people like this young man are rare.

The most crucial thing is his condition.

It's too relaxed.

He showed no excitement whatsoever in the face of supercars, car models, and lights.

It's like they're not here to buy a car, but to pick out a toy from their own warehouse.

"A major client! An absolutely top-tier client that we can't afford to offend!"

The sales director's mind instantly went into a state of high alert, the highest level of red alert.

Without any hesitation, he immediately abandoned the nouveau riche next to him who was haggling over a 20,000 yuan gift.

With a smile plastered on his face, the most professional, respectful, and even slightly obsequious one, he strode forward like a sprinter.

Here, there are no idiotic tropes like looking down on others or mocking the protagonist just because they are young.

"Hello sir, I'm Wang Hai, the sales director here. It's a great honor to serve you." Wang Hai stopped about a meter away from Jiang Yan.

He bowed slightly, the curve of his waist precisely maintained at thirty degrees, and his tone was extremely humble.

"I wonder what type of cars you'd like to see today?"

"We just received several new Aston Martins and Ferraris today. I can arrange to clear the area immediately so I can introduce them to you individually."

Jiang Yan put his hands in his pockets and glanced at the so-called "ordinary" supercars, such as the Ferrari 488 and McLaren 720S, which were gleaming under the lights in the front row of the hall.

He didn't pause for a moment, not even glancing at the millions of industrial machines.

For ordinary people, a car worth several million is already the ceiling.

But for him now, it doesn't feel like anything.

His gaze traveled across most of the exhibition hall before finally settling on a stand-alone booth at the far end of the hall, which also had the highest level of security.

The car was not fully visible; its entire body was completely covered by a black velvet cloth.

But the very low-slung, aerodynamically perfect, and aggressively sharp lines alone are enough to convey the ferocious beastly aura hidden beneath the black curtain.

"What kind of car is that?"

Jiang Yan stopped and raised his chin.

It gets straight to the point, without any beating around the bush, perfectly capturing the nonchalant attitude of someone buying cabbages.

Sales Director Wang Hai followed Jiang Yan's finger and his heart skipped a beat.

His voice was tinged with excitement.

"Sir, your judgment is truly excellent."

"That's our showroom's prized possession, which was just airlifted from Italy to Hong Kong late last night."

Lamborghini Aventador SVJ 63 Special Limited Edition.

Only 63 units will be released globally, with only three allocated to the Greater China region!

Wang Hai's voice unconsciously rose a few decibels, attracting curious glances from several customers who were originally looking at cars.

He continued in that reverent tone:

"This car is equipped with a meticulously tuned V12 naturally aspirated engine, boasting a whopping 770 horsepower, and can accelerate from 0 to 100 km/h in just 2.8 seconds!"

"It's considered a very representative pinnacle model from Lamborghini's gasoline-powered era. However..."

Wang Hai paused, his tone becoming somewhat subtle, as if he were subtly hinting at the threshold of the car:

"Sir, this car was originally reserved a year ago by a wealthy young man from Beijing who paid a deposit for it."

"However, due to some recent issues with the young master's finances, the final payment has not been settled. Therefore, headquarters just issued an order this morning to unlock the car and put it back on the market for sale."

"The current on-road price of the vehicle, plus various expensive options and tariffs... is approximately 15 million Chinese dollars."

"Furthermore, due to its extreme scarcity, we need to verify the assets of our purchasing clients..."

Wang Hai's words were tactful, but the implication was clear:

"This car is not just expensive, it's also an extremely rare symbol of status."

"A person who can afford a 15 million supercar must have at least hundreds of millions in cash flow behind them."

"This in itself is a huge wealth filter."

The customers around who had been listening intently gasped when they heard the astronomical figure of "fifty million."

People who originally wanted to get closer to see what was going on unconsciously took a few steps back, afraid that they might accidentally brush off a single strand of the black cloth.

This is not about buying a car.

This is the down payment for a luxury apartment in Beijing, and even more than many people will never encounter in their entire lives.

All eyes were on Jiang Yan; they wanted to see how this young man would react.

hesitate?

shock?

Can I pay in installments?

However, when Jiang Yan heard this number that would make ordinary people's scalps tingle, his expression remained completely unchanged.

He didn't ask any questions about fuel consumption, maintenance, or even test drives, because those questions were boring to him.

He merely glanced indifferently at the rampaging vehicle covered by a black cloth.

"Uncover it."

Wang Hai was startled and immediately ran over, grabbed a corner of the black velvet cloth, and suddenly lifted it up!

"Whoosh—!"

With the sound of velvet hitting the ground, a Lamborghini SVJ, painted entirely in matte black and covered in exaggerated carbon fiber aerodynamic kits, appeared, resembling a fighter jet from hell.

It was displayed to everyone's eyes without reservation.

The extremely low-slung body and the sharp lines of the scissor doors exude a breathtaking beauty of money and violence.

Jiang Yan looked at the car, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. It perfectly matched his current state of mind, which was to crush everything.

The next second, under the extremely shocked gazes of everyone present, including Sales Director Wang Hai,...

Jiang Yan didn't even open the car door to look at the interior. He directly pulled out a black card from his pants pocket. The card was a deep dark gold color with diamonds inlaid on the edges.

This is the Centurion Black Card, symbolizing the pinnacle of global wealth! And it's the top-tier version with no spending limit.

Jiang Yan held the black card between two long, slender fingers, casually handed it forward, and uttered three words in a monotonous tone, as if he had just bought a pack of chewing gum at a convenience store:

"Swipe your card."

The entire exhibition hall fell silent instantly.

A deathly silence.

Several car models stood there, stunned.

The nouveau riche customer who had been haggling over the price just moments before also widened his eyes.

Fifteen million! No performance questions! No test drive! Not even a look at the interior! Just one glance at the exterior, and he swiped his card?

What kind of outrageous scene is this? This is something out of a novel!

Wang Hai's mind went blank for a moment. He had been in the luxury car circle for more than ten years and had seen countless wealthy people, but he had never seen such a straightforward, domineering, and extreme way of spending money as if it were dirt!

"Gulp!"

Wang Hai accepted the black card with both hands, his attitude as respectful as if he were holding an imperial edict.

"Yes...yes! Please wait a moment, sir! I'll personally arrange the highest-level VIP fast track for you right away!"

He turned and ran towards the finance office, almost knocking over a display board along the way.

Less than ten minutes later, Wang Hai returned, accompanied by the finance manager and several staff members carrying contracts, all sweating profusely.

All the red tape was omitted; insurance, temporary license plates, and even the car handover ceremony were all interrupted by Jiang Yan's wave of his hand.

He quickly signed his name on the contract.

When the POS machine produced the receipt for the 15 million yuan purchase, a collective gasp and gasps of astonishment erupted from the surrounding crowd.

envious.

Hey.

In awe.

There were also a few car models whose eyes were practically bulging with drool.

Jiang Yan ignored the gazes around him filled with awe, jealousy, and even a desire to pounce on him and claim him as their godfather.

He casually took the extravagantly designed car key from Wang Hai, walked to the matte black Lamborghini SVJ, opened the iconic scissor doors, and gracefully sat down in the sporty carbon fiber driver's seat.

【Ding! 】

Just as Jiang Yan closed the car door, the system's mechanical notification sounded in his mind again.

[The system detected the host's tedious and extravagant spending behavior, which directly overwhelmed the group's perception of wealth and drastically altered their class-based value judgments.]

[Congratulations, host! You have gained 180 Influence Points!]

[Additional bonus: 1800000 RMB in cash has been deposited into the Black Gold account.]

Jiang Yan looked at the panel and was in a good mood.

really.

The more people there are, the higher their status and wealth, the stronger the impact, and the higher their score.

This system makes a lot of sense.

"boom--!!!"

Jiang Yan pressed the red start button.

The roar of the V12 engine exploded instantly, like a sleeping beast being awakened.

The sound made everyone's eardrums go numb.

The glass in the entire exhibition hall seemed to vibrate.

Everyone instinctively held their breath.

Jiang Yan gripped the steering wheel and chuckled.

In his previous life, he only owned a small car worth a few hundred thousand yuan that he rarely drove.

My first car in this life is a Lamborghini SVJ 63, a limited edition model worldwide.

This is not consumption.

This is a dignified invoice for my past self who used to squeeze onto the subway.

next second.

Jiang Yan stepped on the gas.

The matte black Lamborghini transformed into a black lightning bolt, roaring out of the auto show center amidst the stunned silence of everyone present, and domineeringly merging into the traffic flow of Beijing.