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

This bet between rich second-generation heirs that caused a sensation across the internet has even attracted the attention of a group of top rich second-generation and third-generation heirs in Beijing.

On the large screen of the private club, Xu Sanshao calmly defined the elite family in front of the camera.

As soon as he finished speaking, the wealthy second-generation heirs in the Shangjing Club showed expressions of agreement and nodded slightly.

True wealth and power are not built on a few sports cars, but on a rich social network, generations of accumulated connections, and a wealth of unique and timeless antique treasures.

That's exactly what their families are like.

High-class families have always valued matching social status with their spouses, and this extends to their social circles as well.

If your family background isn't strong enough, you don't even have the right to stand shoulder to shoulder with them. Even if you force your way in, you'll always be inferior and will never be able to integrate into the core circle.

"Although the Xu family is only a second-tier wealthy family in Shanghai, what they said hits the nail on the head." One of the young men swirled his wine glass, his tone indifferent.

"Of course, with a net worth of tens of billions, the Xu family is more like a wealthy family than those bumpkins in Jiangnan Province." Another person chimed in, his gaze sweeping over Qin Ziyang on the screen, his eyes full of disdain.

Someone suggested, "Since it's so lively online, why don't we take a gamble?"

"Alright, I bet on Young Master Xu to win. I'll bet on this Patek Philippe Starry Night model, which is worth five million."

"I'm betting on Young Master Xu, a piece of calligraphy and painting by Master Qi, four million!"

"I'm also betting on Young Master Xu, a piece of Hetian jade pebble, five million!"

Everyone took out treasures worth millions as bets, unanimously betting on Xu Sanshao to win. From beginning to end, no one believed in Qin Ziyang.

Sitting in the main seat, Xie Zhan, the second son of the Xie family, one of the four great families in the capital, looked at everyone's actions and said lazily, "So no one's betting on that bumpkin to win? Fine, I'll be the banker, and you'll all earn some pocket money later."

He spoke casually, never believing that Qin Ziyang could win.

Everyone stepped forward with their wine glasses to offer a toast and compliment:

"I feel so bad that Brother Zhan has spent so much money again."

"Only Brother Zhan in this room can dominate and win everything; no one else has that ability. Brother Zhan is so generous!"

Meanwhile, the heads of various wealthy families also heard about this high-society bet.

After glancing at it twice, they casually turned off the screen.

Xu Sanshao's family is just a second-tier wealthy family in Shanghai, at best an ordinary wealthy family. This bet is nothing more than children playing house, nothing interesting.

As for Qin Ziyang, in their eyes he was even less worth mentioning. He was probably just a nouveau riche who suddenly became wealthy and relied on a few sports cars to show off. He was not even worth their attention.

When Qin Ziyang started his broadcast on time, the rich second-generation kids in the Shangjing Club found it quite amusing to see a group of second-generation kids from Jiangnan Province and other places showering him with gifts.

"These bumpkins from Jiangnan Province, do they really think they can outdo those rich kids from Shanghai?"

"Those second-generation rich kids in Shanghai probably look down on everyone except us. I remember last year, that so-called top-tier rich kid from Donghai Province thought he was better than those in Shanghai, but he got slapped in the face."

"If we don't leave the mountain, those people in Shanghai certainly have the right to be arrogant. Given their petty nature, they'll definitely shower Young Master Xu with even more gifts and support."

Sure enough, as soon as they finished speaking, Xu Sanshao and his gang of second-generation rich kids from Shanghai launched a counterattack, giving double the gifts of the second-generation rich kids from Jiangnan Province, and even more outrageously, giving hundreds of top-tier gifts every now and then. The gift revenue instantly surpassed the rewards in Qin Ziyang's live stream.

The people in the clubhouse watched with great interest, constantly making sarcastic remarks about the "stinginess" of the second-generation rich kid from Jiangnan Province.

The moment Qin Ziyang started the Sky Dome supercar, the teasing in the clubhouse subsided, and many people turned to look at the rich second-generation next to Xie Zhan.

The man's expression changed slightly. He leaned closer to the screen for a couple of glances, his tone tinged with disbelief and a hint of gloom: "This looks like a real Bugatti Skyactiv-G?"

He also photographed another vehicle in the same series as the Sky Dome, namely Sky Dome No. 1.

The thought that the "nouveau riche" in his eyes was driving the same car as him instantly made him feel inferior. His face darkened, and he ordered his lackey beside him, "Sell Sky Dome One to those second-generation sports car enthusiasts in Shanghai tomorrow. Don't they like it?"

Those people are only fit to collect the garbage they don't want.

Someone nearby joked, "Hey, you gave us so many treasures to buy this car, telling us not to compete with you. We treated it like a precious gem. How come you're complaining about it now? After all, it's a one-of-a-kind, top-tier supercar."

The man looked disdainful and said in an icy tone, "So what if it's rare? If a nouveau riche can drive a car like this, wouldn't I be a nouveau riche myself? This kind of car is not good enough for me. Let those people in Shanghai drive it; it'll suit their status."

"I'll have a Bugatti custom-made to be one of a kind to get rid of the bad luck."

The others burst into laughter, but in their hearts they thought the same thing.

If he still drives that Sky Dome, even if they don't say it, they will secretly despise him and think that he has lowered his status.

On the Qin family's side, Qin Zheng sat on the soft cushions of the mahogany sofa, raised the Imperial Dragon Well and took a sip.

Looking at the neon-lit, high-tech Sky Supercar on the screen, he glanced at his son and grandson beside him, whose eyes were glued to the car.

He smiled faintly, "If you like this car, I'll order a few for each of you to take turns driving."

Qin Jianjun and his son Qin Zihao immediately nodded, "Thank you, Dad/Grandpa!"

Qin Jianjun had lived most of his life and had never seen such a cool car before. He was immediately attracted by it at first glance.

Qin Zihao, being young and impetuous, was also interested in things that young people like, such as supercars. The moment he saw the Sky Dome, he couldn't help but want to own one.

Owning a neon-tech sports car is so cool!

Qin Zheng then turned to look at his third son, Qin Mao, and his wife, as well as his granddaughter, Qin Nian'an. "Why aren't you saying anything? Don't you like it?"

Qin Nian'an glanced at her older brother's delighted expression, then thought of Chen Jun, figuring he might also like this cool supercar, and smiled as she said, "I like it too, thank you, Grandpa."

Zhou Hongyi shook his head slightly, his tone indifferent: "Dad, this car is too flashy, I don't really like it."

Qin Zheng nodded slightly, showing no surprise on his face.

He could understand his son-in-law's thoughts. These high-tech supercars were things that only young people pursued. Once you're past the age of pursuing coolness, it's hard to like them anymore.

Qin Zheng thought the same thing. He was happy to see his grandson open the sky, but if asked whether he liked it, he was just so-so.

As for the eldest brother, Qin Jianjun, he knew perfectly well that Qin Jianjun was probably just looking for something new and thought the car was cool, but he didn't realize that at his age, driving such a car was actually inappropriate.

As Qin Zheng had predicted, Qin Jianjun acted impulsively, his mind filled with the coolness of the sky, and he hadn't considered the age issue at all.

Qin Zheng turned to his head butler, Lu Cheng'an, and asked, "Which company makes the best custom-made sports cars? Is it the Bugatti from today?"

Lu Chengan nodded respectfully, "Yes, Bugatti's limited-edition sports cars have always been highly praised and have an excellent reputation in the supercar world. However, these limited-edition sports cars generally require one to three months to make. Moreover, Bugatti can only accept one client's customization request per quarter."

"For these globally limited edition supercars, the manufacturers have always adhered to the principle of scarcity, and will not produce them in large quantities. Only one or two will be released at a time to maintain their scarcity and high-end status."

Upon hearing this, Qin Zheng calmly replied, "Just increase the money and tell them to hurry up and build a few more."

Lu Chengan shook his head slightly and patiently explained, "Sir, this won't work. Bugatti's limited-edition supercars already have extremely high profit margins. Once they are mass-produced, it will make customers who love supercars and pursue scarcity feel that they are cheap, and the profits will drop significantly in the future."

"The key to this supply chain is to maintain the principle of scarcity. There will be absolutely no overproduction, otherwise it would destroy this incredibly profitable supply chain from the root. No matter how much money is offered, the merchants will not accept it."

After a pause, Lu Cheng'an offered another solution: "However, sir, besides Bugatti, there are several other top-tier supercar brands. You can directly buy out all the supercars they produce each quarter, which will allow you to get your hands on a limited-edition top-tier supercar as soon as possible."

Qin Zheng nodded in satisfaction, "Then take some time to make the arrangements."

"Yes, sir," Lu Cheng'an replied respectfully.

Qin Zheng looked at the screen again; Qin Ziyang was driving the Sky Dome supercar around the airport.

Under the cover of night, the neon lights flicker, like a neon lightning bolt weaving through the darkness, leaving behind a trail of dazzling, silky light like a phantom.

After driving three laps, Qin Ziyang slowly stopped the car, opened the door, and stepped out with steady steps.

He sneered at Xu Sanshao, whose face was grim in the live stream:

"Come on, now, tell me loudly, has this car been repainted?"