The system only arrives when you're old? Then let's create a super-rich family!

In Beijing, there are many wealthy families, and the social circles are heavily guarded.

The Ding family, in particular, ranks among the top wealthy families in Beijing. The group's total market value is as high as 800 billion yuan, and the helmsman, Ding Zhenxiong, has a personal net worth of over 80 billion yuan. The family's businesses span several major fields, including energy, finance, and healthcare. Their foundation is deeply rooted, and their connections extend to both the political and business circles. Ordinary wealthy families are simply no match for the Ding family.

The Ding family mansion is even more magnificent, covering an area of ​​five hectares. It is built in the style of a traditional Chinese courtyard garden, with white walls and black tiles, winding paths and corridors, rockeries and ponds arranged in a well-organized manner, and ancient trees reaching the sky. Everywhere you look, you can feel the weight and heritage of a wealthy family. Ordinary people can hardly even get close to the gate.

At this moment, outside the main gate of the Ding family mansion, Zhao Mingxuan looked anxious and his body was tense. Standing beside him was his cousin Peng Shan, whom he had been attached to for many years.

Over the phone, Zhao Mingxuan had already made his intentions clear, his tone pleading, perhaps indicating that he had offered an immense benefit.

"Cousin, the Zhao family's survival is now hanging by a thread. Only through the connection between Aunt and Old Madam Ding can we turn the tide."

"If you can persuade Old Madam Ding to help me get the Ding family to protect the Zhao family, I will immediately give you one hundred million."

Upon hearing this, Peng Shan was instantly overwhelmed with shock.

Something happened to the Zhao family? Who will support the Peng family from now on?

The relationships between the Zhao and Peng families are not complicated.

His aunt, Chen Ximei, was a distant cousin of Old Lady Ding and also the older sister of Zhao Mingxuan's mother.

At that time, out of kinship, the Ding family helped the Peng family for a while.

Unfortunately, the Peng family had no business talent and were mediocre and incompetent. No matter how much they were helped, they could not support the family business. Over time, the Ding family gradually distanced themselves from them.

After Chen Ximei passed away, the Ding family simply cut off all contact with them and never interacted with them again.

Over the years, if it weren't for his cousin Zhao Mingxuan valuing this long-overdue family relationship and spending millions of yuan annually to support them, sending them money and gifts, allowing the Peng family to live a comfortable life of modest wealth, they simply wouldn't be able to maintain their current luxurious lifestyle.

Now that times have changed, it would be quite presumptuous to visit someone so abruptly, relying on the past relationship.

But he dared not refuse Zhao Mingxuan. If the Zhao family fell from power, the millions of dollars in support he received each year would immediately cease, and the Peng family's comfortable life would collapse in an instant.

What's even more enticing is the astronomical reward of 100 million yuan after the deed is done, enough to ensure they live a worry-free life for the rest of their days and never have to depend on anyone again.

Ultimately, the lure of enormous profits outweighed all other considerations.

Peng Shan gritted his teeth and finally agreed to bring Zhao Mingxuan to visit him.

Standing in front of the Ding family gate, he stepped forward, politely bowed to the security guard, introduced himself, and said that he requested to see Old Madam Ding and Ding Zhenxiong, the head of the Ding family.

The security guard, adhering to the rules, dared not make decisions on his own. He noted down the identities and purpose of the two men and immediately turned to inform them, asking the three to wait patiently outside the door.

The inner courtyard of the Ding family's old residence is a tranquil and elegant Chinese garden. The eaves reflect the green trees, and the pond reflects the pavilions, exuding the quiet composure of a prominent family.

Inside the study of the main house, Ding Zhenxiong, the head of the Ding family, was looking through documents when the butler quickly entered and bowed to announce his arrival.

"Master, two people have arrived at the door. One of them claims to be the nephew of Chen Ximei, a distant cousin of the matriarch, and the other is Zhao Mingxuan, the chairman of the Zhao family in Shanghai. They wish to come and see you."

Upon hearing this, Ding Zhenxiong paused slightly, his brows furrowing. "My mother's distant cousin?"

How come he doesn't remember having such a visiting relative?

The butler, who was standing nearby, reminded him at the right moment: "Master, you may not have noticed because you are usually busy with affairs. Every year at the Old Madam's birthday banquet, a person surnamed Peng comes to deliver a congratulatory gift under the name of the Old Madam's distant cousin, Chen Ximei."

"Chen Ximei passed away many years ago. Those who come to give gifts and visit now are only her distant relatives, barely related to her as distant cousins. To the Ding family, they are not considered proper relatives."

After being reminded by the housekeeper, Ding Zhenxiong vaguely remembered it.

At the end of my mother's annual gift list, there seems to be a person surnamed Peng who always sends gifts, but he never shows up. My mother doesn't pay much attention to it, just assuming it's someone else giving a gift.

The butler continued, "Every time the Old Madam sees the final list of congratulatory gifts, she pauses for a moment, asks what gifts were sent, and then instructs us to put them away carefully."

He added, "The gifts Pengshan sent were not very valuable but had excellent meanings, each worth tens of millions."

Ding Zhenxiong understood instantly.

My mother was nostalgic all her life. She had very few living relatives, and even distant relatives who were only remotely related to her would be allowed to send her gifts every year under the guise of keeping her in their memory.

He nodded slightly. "Since this is an old servant whom Mother tacitly approved to stay, please invite them to wait in the side hall. I will go over and ask about the situation."

"Yes, Master."

The butler acknowledged the order and withdrew. Shortly afterward, he led Zhao Mingxuan and Peng Shan to a side hall to sit and wait.

Ding Zhenxiong walked slowly into the side hall, his expression calm yet dignified.

Peng Shan stood up and bowed respectfully, "Uncle, I apologize for the intrusion."

"This is my cousin Zhao Mingxuan. He runs a company in Shanghai. Unexpectedly, he had to ask his uncle for help."

Zhao Mingxuan quickly stood up, adopting an extremely humble posture. He first greeted them respectfully, and then, without beating around the bush, directly stated his purpose.

"Mr. Ding, I am Zhao Mingxuan. I have come here with no other choice but to do so."

"My son, Zhao, has inadvertently offended the Qin family of Jiangnan. They used a massive amount of money to short sell my Zhao Group, causing our stock to plummet to its daily limit in just half an hour. Now, our partners are withdrawing their investment, banks are pressing for loans, our cash flow is on the verge of collapse, and we are on the verge of bankruptcy."

His tone was earnest, with a hint of pleading, "This junior dares not presume to ask the Ding family for financial assistance. I only beg Mr. Ding to consider our distant kinship as relatives and ask him to put in a good word for the Qin family, asking them to show leniency and let the Zhao family go. This junior would be eternally grateful."

Ding Zhenxiong remained expressionless, neither agreeing on the spot nor directly refusing, but simply gestured to the butler.

"Go and investigate this Qin family in Jiangnan. What's their background and connections?"

A moment later, the butler returned with the information he had found and whispered it to Ding Zhenxiong.

It was learned that the Qin family was just a newly emerging wealthy family, and judging from the registered capital of Zhenshi Group, their net worth was estimated to be around 100 billion.

Knowing that the Qin family lacked a deep-rooted, long-established family foundation, Ding Zhenxiong's eyes immediately showed a hint of understanding.

In his eyes, even if the wealth of the wealthy families in Beijing and those in the suburbs is the same, there is still a difference in their status.

The Ding family has stood strong in the capital for many years, possessing immense resources and influence, while the Qin family is merely a newly emerging powerful family in Jiangnan, utterly insignificant.

Ding Zhenxiong picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and spoke in a nonchalant tone.

"Since we have some family ties, I'll step in and settle this for you."

He casually instructed the butler, "Tomorrow is the day the Qin family is hosting a banquet. Have Hui'er prepare a small gift and accompany Zhao Mingxuan there."

"At the banquet, just find an opportunity to mention to the person in charge of the Qin family that you would like to give the Ding family some face, and we can let this grudge go."