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

In front of the entrance to Xingfu Garden residential community.

The black sedan attracted the attention of everyone at the surrounding night market stalls.

"Hey, Lao Zhao, what kind of car is this? It looks expensive. How much does it cost?" The man in the vest tugged at his friend's trouser leg.

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? But judging from the badge, it should be a Maybach, but I don't know which model it is."

"A Maybach?" The man in the vest gasped. "That must start at a million!"

"A million is the starting price for the entry-level model; this one looks even more expensive."

"Old Zhao, look at those two characters, isn't it Emperor?"

"Wow. A powerful tycoon? That's a big shot!"

Listening to their conversation, everyone's eyes were glued to them.

"Hey boss, stop looking! My sausage is burnt! Flip it over!"

"Oh, okay." The night market stall owner snapped out of his daze, casually flipped the food over, but his gaze still couldn't help but drift towards the car.

He has been setting up a stall at the entrance of this residential area for three years, and he has never seen any important person come by.

Are there really wealthy families living in this neighborhood?

Li Jun parked the car and habitually glanced around at the surroundings.

The old neighborhood, a six-story red brick building with peeling paint.

The area downstairs was full of electric bikes, some of which were covered with raincoats.

Flies swarmed over the overflowing trash cans, and the garbage that couldn't be stuffed out was piled up haphazardly on the ground.

Does Mr. Qin live in such a dilapidated neighborhood?

He concealed the surprise in his eyes, opened the car door, and reached out his hand for Qin Zheng to hold on firmly as he got out of the car.

"Dad." Qin Jianjun stood beside him and called out, his voice tinged with discomfort.

He wasn't quite used to this scene yet.

From being released from the detention room, sitting in a Maybach, to now standing at the entrance of my own residential community, it all feels like a dream.

"Let's go home first, brother."

Qin Mao took out more than a dozen bags from the trunk and waved to Qin Jianjun.

"Come help me with these, there's quite a lot of stuff."

"Okay."

Qin Jianjun walked over, picked up a few bags, glanced down at them, and saw that the bags contained clothes.

The brand is Dior.

This is a big brand!

His gaze swept back and forth between the bag and Qin Mao.

The second child is wearing this brand.

Qin Zheng walked ahead.

Qin Mao and Qin Jianjun followed behind, each carrying a large bag or two.

The three people disappeared into the building entrance.

Inside room 302.

Zhao Lin sat on the sofa, her eyes swollen from crying.

She held a wad of tissues soaked with tears in her hand.

"Mom, everything will be alright."

Qin Zihao handed his mother a tissue, comforting her.

Zhao Lin took the tissue and wiped her eyes with it; the tissue was immediately soaked.

Qin Zihao stood to the side, and seeing his mother like this, he clenched his fists tightly.

He's just started his internship and earns 3,000 yuan a month.

Two million.

Their family simply couldn't afford it.

In other words, Dad will be sent there.

Ever since he learned of his father's accident, that image has lingered in his mind.

He didn't want this to happen, but there was nothing he could do.

He knew about his family's situation; they were heavily in debt.

My parents have brought up divorce many times, but it always happens after an argument, and then nothing comes of it.

With such a major incident occurring this time, it's pretty much a done deal.

Qin Zihao slammed his fist on the sofa, which made a dull thud.

He thought of his grandfather.

When he was little, his grandfather always took care of him when his parents were busy.

Go to the park to fly kites, go to the river to catch tadpoles, and go to the market to buy candied hawthorns.

Grandpa's hands were rough, but they were very steady when he held his hand.

After the family tragedy, my dad told me that my grandfather even used his savings for his own funeral to help keep the family afloat.

He hated himself for being incompetent and unable to help his family in any way.

"Beep beep beep beep, click."

The door was pushed open.

Qin Zihao looked up and saw three people standing at the door.

He rubbed his eyes, incredulous.

"Grandpa? Second Uncle?"

"Hey, grandson!" Qin Zheng stepped forward, reached out and pinched Qin Zihao's shoulder, then patted his arm. "You've gotten stronger. Looks like you're doing alright."

Qin Mao put down the bags he was carrying on the ground and grinned.

"What, don't you recognize your second uncle? I'll remember that time you peed on me when you were a kid for the rest of my life."

Qin Zihao stood there, his gaze shifting between his grandfather and his second uncle.

My second uncle's outfit must cost at least tens of thousands of yuan, right? And those bags in his hands are designer Dior.

Did my second uncle make a fortune outside?

But hasn't my second uncle been working on the construction site all along?

A while ago, Dad was saying that my second uncle's wages were being withheld by the contractor and he was struggling to make ends meet.

This doesn't look like someone who "can't make ends meet" at all.

"You only remember Grandpa and Second Uncle, and you can't even call him Dad anymore, right?"

Qin Jianjun deliberately put on a stern face, his tone carrying the authority of the head of the family.

"Dad," Qin Zihao called out casually.

Qin Jianjun was so angry he wanted to grind his teeth. If the old man hadn't been there, he would have gone up and taught the kid a lesson.

Zhao Lin sat on the sofa, watching the scene before her, her hand frozen as she wiped away tears.

"dad?"

She called out tentatively, her voice trembling, afraid that she would hurt her eyes by crying and that what she was seeing was all an illusion.

"Mm." Qin Zheng nodded.

He looked at Zhao Lin's swollen eyes and soaked tissues, and sighed inwardly.

These past years have been tough on this daughter-in-law.

Although the couple constantly argued, Zhao Lin used most of her salary to pay off Qin Jianjun's debts, and she also managed the household very well.

During the most difficult time, she did not abandon the eldest brother; instead, she helped him.

She is a virtuous person.

"Sit down, everyone." Qin Zheng walked to the sofa and sat down, his tone serious.

"There's something I've been keeping from you all, and that was wrong of me. Now that Zihao's all grown up, it's time to tell you."

Qin Zihao's heart skipped a beat, and an indescribable feeling welled up inside him.

He glanced at Qin Mao, remembering that his father had mentioned a few days ago that his second uncle had been owed wages at the construction site.

Has it changed so much now? Could it be...?

Qin Zihao wondered if his grandfather was a tycoon.

Sure enough, Qin Zheng's next sentence confirmed his thoughts.

"I made a few hundred million yuan in business in my early years." As Qin Zheng said this, his gaze swept across everyone's faces. "I wanted to cultivate your spirit of hard work and perseverance, so I never kept this a secret from you."

He glanced at Qin Mao.

"Looking back, life is too short to think about so much. The most important thing is to live life well."

"Your second uncle..."

Qin Mao, who was called out, unconsciously shrank his neck.

"She's incredibly reckless, thinking she could jump into the river without even telling me. Was it really necessary?"

Qin Mao blushed with embarrassment. "Dad, do you really have to expose my weakness?"

He muttered something, but there was no hint of dissatisfaction in his tone; instead, it carried a sense of relief at surviving a disaster.

"Hmph." Qin Zheng rolled his eyes. "From now on, you'd better live like decent people. Our family isn't short of money."

He turned to look at Qin Mao.

"Second brother, go and get the gifts you brought for them."

Qin Mao was taken aback: "Dad, how did you know I bought a gift?"

He remembered that he went into the Apple store himself, while his father remained seated in the car the whole time.

Qin Zheng rolled his eyes again.

He's old, not deaf or blind.

He could see Su Xiaowan clearly through the car window when she came out of the store carrying four bags.

The trunk was opened so loudly, couldn't he hear it?

Qin Mao chuckled and pulled out three white paper bags from the pile of bags on the ground, handing them over one by one.

"Nephew, this is a small gift your second uncle brought for you."

Qin Zihao took it and saw that it was written on the packaging box:

"iPhone 15 Pro Max?"

If he remembers correctly, it was over 20,000 yuan.

"Big brother, sister-in-law, you have some too."

Qin Mao handed over the other two bags.

Qin Jianjun took it, but didn't open it; he placed it on his lap.

He had mentally prepared himself for the journey back.

Zhao Lin took it, opened it, glanced at it, and her mouth slightly opened.

"How much...how much does this cost?"

She asked the question instinctively.

"Sister-in-law, this thing is only worth about 20,000 yuan, it's not worth much."

Qin Mao spoke casually.

Of course, it was his father who gave him the courage!

"Thank you, Second Uncle." Qin Zihao was very happy and quickly turned on his new phone.

Qin Mao watched his nephew play with his new phone, and his smile grew even brighter.

It's been years since I last saw Zihao, and he's grown so big.

He's 1.78 meters tall, half a head taller than his father.

She's a bit thin, but she'll be fine after some rest.

His gaze lingered on Qin Zihao for a moment, then he suddenly thought of his son, Qin Zixuan.

Zixuan must be this age by now.

It's been seven or eight years since we last met.

I wonder how tall I've grown, or whether I've lost or gained weight.

"Boss."

Qin Zheng's voice pulled Qin Mao back from his thoughts.

"I'll transfer you some money so you can pay off your debts."

Qin Jianjun's body tensed slightly.

"father..."

Qin Zihao also raised his head and looked at his grandfather, feeling that his grandfather was incredibly majestic at that moment!

Qin Zheng didn't say anything, but took out his phone.

He entered a number into his mobile banking app.

Qin Jianjun sat opposite his father, watching him operate his phone with his head down, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

How much will his father transfer to him?

Half a million? One million? Or more?

He didn't want to be greedy.

But there was still a sliver of anticipation in my heart.

Qin Zheng raised his head and glanced at Qin Jianjun.

Then press the confirmation button.

Qin Jianjun's phone vibrated.

He glanced down at the screen.

The pupils suddenly contracted.

His lips began to tremble, his fingers trembled, and he almost dropped his phone.

"Father...this..."

Qin Jianjun was speechless with astonishment at the string of numbers.

Zhao Lin leaned over for a look, then froze, covering her mouth tightly to stifle her scream.

Qin Zihao also came over and saw the numbers on the screen.

One, ten, hundred... billion

One hundred million.

His grandfather transferred 100 million yuan to his father.

Qin Zihao opened his mouth, but was equally shocked and speechless.

He suddenly remembered what his grandfather had just said: "You've made a few hundred million. Our family isn't short of money."

It's not a consolation, nor a metaphor; it's just the literal meaning.

Qin Zheng leaned back on the sofa, looking at the stunned expressions on his family's faces, and a smile crept onto his lips.

As people get older, they long for their sons and grandsons to be by their side, enjoying a life of comfort and happiness.