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

A luxury car worth tens of millions, paid in full!

This is tantamount to another thunderbolt thrown into a calm lake.

Everyone gasped!

"What did he say? Buy a luxury car worth tens of millions in cash?"

"Just who is this person?"

"Look at his card, it's black and gold. I've worked in a bank for so many years and I've never seen a card like that."

"Nonsense, do you think you can just casually see the cards of the super-rich?"

Some people gasped, some took out their phones to secretly record, and others subconsciously moved forward a few steps, wanting to see clearly what the black gold card looked like.

Li Wan stood there, her previous arrogance gone, replaced by a deathly pale face.

"Hello, Mr. Qin!"

A man squeezed through the crowd, dressed in a sharp suit, with a middle-part hairstyle and a nameplate that read "General Manager" pinned to his chest.

He smiled broadly. "I'm the store manager, my surname is Chen, you can just call me Xiao Chen."

Chen Xin bowed slightly and handed over a business card with both hands.

When Qin Mao swiped his card without hesitation, he knew that this family was either rich or powerful.

Twenty-three million, in full, without even blinking an eye, not even giving him time to drink a cup of tea.

He has been in this industry for twelve years and has handled at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, luxury cars. But in Jiangnan Province, the number of clients who can reach this level is enough to rank him among the top fifty.

Chen Xin's smile deepened.

"Tell me about the luxury cars in your store."

Qin Zheng's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a domineering power that held everyone firmly in place.

All eyes were on Qin Zheng, and everyone waited quietly for what would happen next.

More and more people gathered to watch the spectacle, and those in the front row unconsciously moved forward a few steps, but still maintained a certain distance from Qin Zheng and his group.

"Okay, Mr. Qin. Our store currently has several cars in stock that are worth tens of millions. The first one is a Rolls-Royce Phantom Extended Wheelbase, with an Obsidian Black exterior, Passion Red interior, and a V12 twin-turbocharged engine. The total price is twelve million."

Chen Xin looked at the tablet and began his presentation.

"stop!"

Qin Zheng reached out, interrupting Chen Xin's attempt to continue.

Chen Xin was startled and almost dropped the tablet. He didn't know what he had done that displeased Qin Zheng.

"Just state the car name and price."

Qin Zheng's tone was calm but domineering: "I don't understand a single word of what you've said."

Chen Xin was stunned for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief.

It turns out I wanted him to not make the introduction too complicated.

However, the requirement to directly state the car name and price is indeed quite assertive.

When ordinary customers buy a car, they ask about the configuration, performance, fuel consumption, and maintenance. Even wealthy young men will ask about the engine and cylinders.

I've never seen anyone like Qin Zheng, who directly states the car name and price.

This indirectly shows that the other party is the real wealthy person.

"Yes, Mr. Qin."

Chen Xin no longer hesitated and quoted a price according to the requirements.

"Rolls-Royce Phantom Extended Wheelbase, twelve million."

A gasp came from the crowd.

"Bentley Mulsanne EWB Long Wheelbase, eleven million."

"Lamborghini Aventador SVJ, fourteen million."

"Ferrari SF90 Stradale, sixteen million."

"Porsche 918 Spyder, eighteen million."

"Maybach S680 Pullman bulletproof version, 15 million."

Each time a car was announced, a suppressed gasp would rise from the crowd.

With each bid, Li Wan and Zhao Qingde's expressions grew increasingly grim.

Chen Xin closed the tablet and looked at Qin Zheng.

"Eighty-six million!"

Someone has calculated the price.

"Are these the only cars in the store?" Qin Zheng reached out and gently tapped the black gold card.

"Yes, Mr. Qin. However..." Chen Xin thought for a moment and added, "We also have top-of-the-line luxury cars worth tens of millions, but they need to be customized, and it will take at least a month from ordering to delivery."

Qin Zheng nodded, his gaze shifting from Qin Jianjun to Qin Mao, and finally settling on Qin Zihao's face.

"How about we order one for each of you?"

hiss--

A loud hissing sound came again.

Why are you so arrogant!

Some people really want to shout, "Do you need another son? A grandson will do too! A daughter-in-law is fine too! I'll do anything!"

But no one dared to speak out; they could only weep silently in their hearts.

Upon hearing this, Li Wan's face turned ashen, and she almost collapsed.

Qin Jianjun and Qin Mao were both stunned by Qin Zheng's actions.

Dad is so domineering.

He spent the money as if it were perfectly reasonable, without a trace of emotion on his face, showing no sign of distress.

It's as easy as sprinkling water.

Qin Mao was the first to react. He remembered what the old man had said before, "Our family is not short of money."

He meant to say "No need," but quickly changed his mind before he could finish.

"Dad, we can't drive all these cars at once. We can pick up any more we like later."

Qin Jianjun nodded in agreement: "Dad, we'll come and pick up any cars we like ourselves. You don't need to worry about it."

"Okay." Qin Zheng nodded in satisfaction and turned his gaze to Zhao Lin.

"Eldest daughter-in-law, what color car do you like?"

Zhao Lin was taken aback; she hadn't expected the old man to ask her that question.

She has hardly ever ridden in a car in her life, let alone driven one.

Normally, I either ride an electric bike or take the bus when I go out; taking a taxi feels like a luxury.

The cars I've seen are either black, white, or gray.

But since the old man asked that question, I had to follow along.

She thought of the cars driven by the wealthy women in TV dramas.

Light blue, pink.

Zhao Lin mentioned two colors, her tone indifferent.

"Did you have these two color schemes in that car?" Qin Zheng asked Chen Xin.

Chen Xin quickly scrolled through the tablet: "Yes, Mr. Qin. The Porsche Taycan Turbo S comes in Ice Crystal Blue, which is a light blue and very suitable for ladies."

"The Maybach S580 custom edition comes in a 'rose gold' color scheme, which is actually a light pink. It's extremely rare, with only two available in the entire East China region, and one of them happens to be in our dealership. And both of them together cost only 12 million."

"Okay, swipe your card." Qin Zheng picked up his water glass, took a sip, and said elegantly, "I'll have someone come and pick up the car later."

"Okay, Mr. Qin, please have a seat for a moment." Chen Xin began calculating the price and the discounts he could offer.

If you provide excellent service to these top-tier tycoons and make them happy, they'll think of you whenever they want a car.

The entire exhibition hall was centered around Qin Zheng, and it was packed with people.

The onlookers watched the scene in silence from beginning to end. No one left, no one spoke, and all eyes were on Qin Zheng.

Seeing that the two had stopped talking, someone finally couldn't help but whisper to their friend.

"Holy crap, that black card...could it be the legendary black gold card that lets you spend hundreds of millions at will?"

"It seems so. I've only ever seen this kind of card in novels; it's usually only owned by the extremely wealthy."

"So, this family is an extremely wealthy family?"

"But the other three people's clothes look really out of place."

"Shh! Keep your voice down. Is it possible that an illegitimate child has been found? Look, those three people haven't said much, and it's always the one with the darker skin who answers first."

The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became. His friend slammed his fist into his palm, thinking he had found the truth.

"That makes sense, that must be it. When the old man was young, he was a womanizer, and then that woman ran away with his child. When he was old, they met by chance, recognized each other, and then he brought them here to buy a car. Look at those two brothers, they look exactly like the old man."

The two people were speaking very softly, but since the surroundings were completely silent, many people heard them say every word.

Some people nodded thoughtfully, some looked enlightened, and others looked at Qin Jianjun and Qin Mao with an "I see" expression.

Li Wan stood in the crowd, her fists clenched tightly.

Qin Mao's family is so rich?

No, that's not right. If he had money, how could Qin Mao have lived such a difficult life after leaving with nothing?

Or is it a hidden story of a wealthy person?

She turned to look at Qin Zheng, who was sitting there. He had an air of refinement about him and was calm and composed in the face of everyone's gaze, without a trace of nervousness on his face.

Yes, when she married Qin Mao, every time she saw Qin Zheng, he was always very polite and approachable.

I thought he was just an ordinary old man, but it turns out he has the easygoing demeanor of a top-tier tycoon.

Why have Qin Mao and Qin Jianjun had such a difficult life all these years?

Could it be a test from the family?

Li Wan kept trying to find reasons to fill in the loopholes in this logic.

Zhao Qingde stood next to Li Wan, not daring to even breathe loudly, hoping that the family would be lenient later.

He accompanied the boss of Dingsheng Company to discuss business. On that occasion, the boss booked a restaurant and club on the thirteenth floor, spending forty million yuan, but a text message verification code was required when swiping the card.

Their net worth is nowhere near that of the elderly man with the black gold card in front of them.

Zhao Qingde's forehead and back were covered in cold sweat.

He subconsciously took half a step back, wanting to get a little further away from Li Wan.

They were both lost in their own thoughts.

In less than three minutes, Chen Xin finally calculated the total price.

He looked at the numbers on the calculator and checked them three times. After confirming that they were correct, he looked up.

"Mr. Qin, it's all settled."

"Rolls-Royce Phantom Extended Wheelbase: 12 million; Bentley Mulsanne: 11 million; Lamborghini Aventador SVJ: 14 million; Ferrari SF90: 16 million; Porsche 918 Spyder: 18 million; Maybach S680 Pullman: 15 million."

Chen Xin paused.

"Adding to the two cars you just picked out for Mrs. Qin, the custom-made Maybach S580 and the Porsche Taycan Turbo S, that's twelve million."

He turned the calculator over so that Qin Zheng's family could all see the numbers clearly.

"Total: 98 million."