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

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The roar of the V12 naturally aspirated engine was like a wild beast being released from its cage.

A matte black Lamborghini SVJ63 burst out from the glass doors of the international auto show center, its body low-slung and rear wing sharp, making the whole car look like a black fighter jet flying close to the ground.

The sound of the engine rolled across the parking lot.

The anti-theft alarms of several ordinary cars nearby were immediately triggered.

Several young white-collar workers waiting for ride-hailing services on the roadside, as well as car enthusiasts who had been waiting nearby to take pictures of supercars, almost instinctively took out their phones.

"Holy crap, what kind of car is that?"

"It looks like a Lamborghini!"

"Wait, that tail fin... could this be an SVJ63?"

They didn't even get a clear look at the person in the driver's seat; they only managed to capture a black afterimage and the ridiculously large carbon fiber tail wing.

Inside the car, Jiang Yan held the racing steering wheel covered in Alcantara suede with one hand, while casually pressing the seat back adjustment button with the other.

The vibrations of the engine, the feedback of the tires gripping the ground, and the mechanical, brute force of the steering wheel all gave him a long-lost sense of control.

This feeling is so much more real than sitting in a lab staring at a bunch of cold data.

The car entered Ping'an Street, the busiest main road in Beijing, with a less-than-smooth maneuver. After all, this was his first time driving a supercar and he needed to get used to it.

Just as he merged into the traffic, Jiang Yan caught a glimpse of the familiar subway station entrance on the side of the road.

The dense crowd, like worker ants, was pushed and shoved by the tide of people behind them, expressionless as they squeezed into the bottomless underground passage.

A scene from his past life flashed through his mind: the icy wind, his fingers stiff with cold, and himself walking an extra stop in the freezing wind to save two yuan.

And the suffocating air in the subway cars, a mixture of cheap perfume, sweat, and the smell of Chinese crepes.

But the image only lasted for less than half a second.

Jiang Yan stepped on the gas pedal expressionlessly.

With the sudden increase in engine speed, those broken, humble, and bittersweet memories of the past were instantly torn to shreds and scattered into the billowing exhaust fumes behind them.

Meanwhile, inside the auto show center.

Sales Director Wang Hai maintained his respectful demeanor as he watched Jiang Yan leave, but his chubby hands were gripping the POS transaction receipt worth fifteen million yuan, his palms were sweaty, and even the corner of the paper was soaked.

Just then, his cell phone vibrated in his pocket.

Wang Hai took it out and his breath hitched.

It was a call from the group's vice president, who was based in Shanghai. This was someone they could only contact directly, even with the regional manager.

He quickly pressed the answer button, but before he could even speak, a deep voice came from the other end of the line.

"Wang Hai, I saw the 15 million full payment transaction you just reported over there."

"Who is that guest surnamed Jiang? Have you looked into it?"

Wang Hai took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound as steady as possible:

"President Zhou, this Mr. Jiang is too young. He looks to be no more than eighteen or nineteen years old."

"But the decisiveness with which he acted was something I've never seen in my entire life."

Wang Hai carefully considered his words, recalling Jiang Yan's casual attitude of buying a multi-million dollar supercar as if it were nothing more than buying cabbage, and continued:

"Mr. Zhou, this person is definitely not your average rich kid."

"Even if a nouveau riche son is very wealthy, he will still show a hint of excitement or a desire to show off when he spends more than ten million."

"But this Mr. Jiang... he's too relaxed."

"He didn't take the car seriously at all. Judging from his eyes and demeanor, he seemed more like a core junior member of a top family that has been passed down for centuries, who came out to experience life and casually picked out a toy."

"That kind of relaxed state, ingrained in your bones, absolutely cannot be faked!"

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

People of this caliber have a far deeper understanding of human nature and social circles than Wang Hai.

A few seconds later, President Zhou's tone became noticeably more serious.

Listen.

"Immediately add Mr. Jiang's car purchase information and personal data to the group's confidential archives. Any employee who dares to disclose even a single word of it will be immediately sent to court!"

"In addition, from now on, a dedicated 24-hour after-sales team will be immediately established to handle all the subsequent maintenance and upkeep of this car, including all his car-related needs in Beijing."

"Whatever his request, try your best to fulfill it."

"For a second-generation heir of this caliber, even if we just become acquainted with them, the future rewards will be immeasurable. Understand?!"

"Understood! Don't worry, Mr. Zhou, I'll keep an eye on it myself!" Wang Hai hung up the phone, looked at the bustling street outside, and swallowed hard.

He suddenly realized that the real value of today's deal wasn't the 15 million.

It was that young man surnamed Jiang.

At this moment, Jiang Yan, who was driving the SVJ63 smoothly on Ping'an Street, suddenly received a system notification in his mind without warning.

[Ding! System influence is undergoing delayed expansion!]

The incident of the host taking away one of only three SVJ63s nationwide is spreading exponentially within specific circles through private groups of auto show center employees, WeChat Moments of on-site customers, and short video platforms such as Kuaishou uploaded by car enthusiasts on the street!

[System assessment: The number of people reached and the level of shock to values ​​caused by this secondary dissemination far exceed the effect of the on-site event!]

[Congratulations, host! You have gained 300 delayed additional Influence Points!]

[Additional Reward: RMB 3000000.00 in cash has been deposited, legally laundered through overseas hedge funds, and transferred to the host's black money account ending in 8888.]

Hearing the continuous notification sounds in his mind, Jiang Yan's expression changed slightly.

He wasn't excited about the extra three million in his account.

He still has a billion dollars in cash in his account.