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

Jiang Yan shook his head. They'd practically blatantly challenged him; how could he not respond?

"It's pointless to withdraw."

"It's not about the money."

After saying that, Jiang Yan didn't even stand up. He simply raised his slender right hand and held up two fingers.

He didn't yell, but the nightclub manager standing next to him immediately raised his voice and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Mr. Jiang has offered two million for the second-floor king's booth!!!"

"Boom—" The entire venue erupted in cheers!

This isn't just bidding up; it's doubling the price!

This is a blatant slap in the face! Two million for a single bottle of wine—that's beyond the comprehension of most ordinary people in their entire lives!

Chen Shaoyang's smug smile froze instantly. The spotlight shining on him felt like an oven, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Even a rich second-generation like him would feel the pinch spending two million on a bottle of wine. You know, Wang Congcong, the "national husband," only spent two and a half million.

But he had already made those harsh remarks. If he backed down now, how would he ever be able to get along in Beijing's social circles again?

"Damn it, you dare to mess with me!" Chen Shaoyang, completely blinded by alcohol and rage, raised his hand again, his eyes red-rimmed.

"Three million!"

"Five million." Almost the instant he finished speaking, the manager's voice rang out again from the second floor.

This left not only the guests in the room, but even the seasoned host bewildered.

He had presided over countless auctions, but he had never seen such a method of bidding without even blinking.

This isn't buying alcohol; it's throwing tons of money right in the other person's face!

"Five million! The VIP on the second floor has bid five million!" The host's voice cracked with excitement.

Chen Shaoyang's lips twitched suddenly.

Five million! This is more than half of all the liquid funds he has at his disposal!

Is it really worth it to fight for this pride?

He subconsciously turned to look at his friend beside him.

The friends who were just making a fuss now have changed their expressions.

"Brother Yang... how about... we just forget about it?"

"This kid might really be a crazy lunatic who doesn't care about his life. Five million for a bottle of wine. If your dad finds out when you get back, he'll break your legs for sure..." one of his best friends said in a low voice.

However, when Chen Shaoyang turned to look at Su Nianwei...

Su Nianwei remained silent.

She didn't try to persuade him to give up; her silence was like a hand pressing his face down on the table.

For a man, that kind of gaze is the most deadly poison.

It seemed to be silently mocking his incompetence, mocking his ability to only put on a show of strength.

Chen Shaoyang's breathing quickened; his pride would not allow him to back down at this moment.

"I refuse to believe that a nouveau riche from out of town like you would actually dare to throw so much money down the drain!"

Chen Shaoyang gritted his teeth, the veins on his neck bulging, and he roared hysterically:

"Seven million!!!"

When this number echoed in nightclubs.

Throughout the entire Karaoke King game, even the heavy bass background music seemed to freeze.

Seven million to buy a bottle of champagne to spray in a nightclub.

This isn't just insane, this is insane!

However, the sound coming from the second floor was like a death sentence, instantly shattering Chen Shaoyang's last shred of hope.

Nine million.

Jiang Yan didn't even glance down. He picked up the glass of whiskey on the table and downed it in one gulp.

Those three casually uttered words were like an insurmountable mountain, pressing down heavily on Chen Shaoyang's head.

Nine million.

When this astronomical figure was announced, even the music on the first floor of the Karaoke King stopped.

Chen Shaoyang stood there blankly, as if all the blood in his body had been drained in that instant, and his hands and feet were ice cold.

He became much more sober.

The numbing effect of alcohol was completely dispelled by immense fear.

What was he doing just now?

He, a rich second-generation who only received a few hundred thousand yuan in pocket money from his family each month and received dividends from a small share of the family company, actually fought with someone in a nightclub and won nearly ten million yuan!

If he keeps raising the price, I'll have really spent that much money on a bottle of wine today.

If his father finds out tomorrow, he'll definitely cut off all his credit cards and kick him out of the house!

"Brother Yang, stop following! Really stop following! Are you crazy?!" The group of cronies around him finally realized what was happening and grabbed Chen Shaoyang's arm tightly.

Chen Shaoyang's face was ashen. He knew he couldn't continue; he had to stop.

However, if he backed down in front of everyone, Chen Shaoyang's face would be completely sullied, and he would never be able to recover.

He looked up, trembling, at the devilish man on the second floor.

He suddenly had an extremely crazy idea:

The other party must have reached their limit too! Nine million—nobody's money comes easily. They're definitely putting on a brave face, trying to overwhelm me with their aura!

If I just add a little more, the other party will definitely give up!

At that time, not only will we regain our face, but we'll also be able to see the other party suffer a humiliation!

With this gambler's mentality of certain defeat, Chen Shaoyang flung his friend's hand away and, with his last ounce of strength, shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Ten million!!!"

After shouting the number, Chen Shaoyang collapsed onto the sofa as if he had collapsed from exhaustion, his back soaked with cold sweat.

He stared intently at the second floor, praying frantically in his heart:

"Please stop adding more, please stop!"

All eyes in the room, including the host who was so excited he was about to have a stroke, turned to the second floor.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the earth-shattering counterattack.

Su Nianwei, on the first floor, had a fanatical glint in her eyes.

She stared at Jiang Yan, anticipating seeing him crush Chen Shaoyang completely with an even more domineering approach, using numbers like 20 million or 30 million.

Only a man like that is worthy of her ambition.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

However, in the king's booth on the second floor.

Jiang Yan did not raise his hand as everyone expected.

He casually tossed the empty wine glass onto the table.

He stood up and walked to the glass railing.

A mocking smile appeared on that handsome face.

He took the microphone from the executive manager.

"Ten million for a bottle of wine, Young Master Chen is indeed rich and powerful."

Jiang Yan leaned forward slightly, as if looking down at a stupid dog that had fallen into a trap.

"Congratulations, Young Master Chen, this wine is yours now. You're welcome."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yan turned around, without even glancing downstairs again. He then led Xu Qinghe and Shen Zhixia out of the King's Booth, escorted respectfully by the nightclub's VIP seating manager, and disappeared into the private passageway on the second floor.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards, an uncontrollable burst of laughter and whispers erupted from the first floor.

"Holy crap...we've been tricked! Young Master Chen has been made a fool of!"

"Incredible! That's what you call a master hunter! He didn't even want to buy the wine; he just wanted to drive up the price and embarrass that guy surnamed Chen!"

"Ten million is a huge rip-off. I reckon Chen Shaoyang will jump off the roof tonight."

Chen Shaoyang slumped onto the sofa, listening to the tidal wave of laughter around him, and looking at the bottle of "champagne" on the stage that he had bought for a staggering ten million.

He felt a churning in his stomach and, with a "whoosh," vomited up all of his dinner!

He was taken advantage of and thoroughly humiliated.