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

After leaving Qing Teng Entertainment, the group returned to the Xu family home.

The atmosphere in the living room was unusually eerie and quiet at that moment.

Mr. Xu sat upright on the sofa, his back straight, his hands neatly placed on his knees, his face solemn and dignified, looking very proper.

Xu Huai sat upright to the side, just like the posture his teacher required when he was in elementary school.

The thought of his previous mindless praise of Lin Hao and his public mockery and disdain of Qin Mao filled him with unease and anxiety.

In contrast, Qin Mao leaned casually against the back of the sofa, his posture relaxed and leisurely.

When a man visits his parents' home in an ordinary family, the elders will inevitably ask about his family's financial situation, his job, and his future plans.

But today, the scene that should have been staged—the father-in-law interrogating his son-in-law—completely disappeared.

Xu's father didn't dare to ask a single question.

Even if he didn't fully understand how terrifying the Qin family's reputation was, he could glean some insight from the attitude of the previous company's CEO.

The age of Qin Mao that he had previously looked down on had long since disappeared.

This age difference is insignificant compared to the Qin family's background.

Seeing that Xu's father didn't speak, Qin Mao was too embarrassed to speak up, afraid that his identity would scare them away.

Then a bizarre scene unfolded.

The three people sat quietly in the living room, their eyes all fixed on the old, black-screen television in front of them. No one spoke, and the atmosphere was awkwardly quiet.

Throughout the entire house, only the sounds of chopping vegetables on a cutting board and sizzling oil in a wok could be heard from the kitchen.

Xu's mother was busily preparing lunch in the kitchen, using all her culinary skills, determined to make sure Qin Mao ate to his heart's content.

A moment later, Xu Qinghe came out of the kitchen after finishing her work.

Looking up, he saw his father and elder brother sitting like quails, barely daring to breathe.

Beside him stood Qin Mao, relaxed and at ease.

The contrast is particularly comical.

She couldn't help but chuckle softly.

……

Suddenly, a series of steady, rhythmic vehicle engine roars echoed outside the gate of the old residential area.

Neighbors peeked out, their faces full of surprise.

A row of luxury cars was parked neatly and orderly at the entrance of the residential area.

It stands out starkly against the backdrop of these old and dilapidated residential buildings, appearing incredibly luxurious.

"What serious incident has occurred?"

"So many luxury cars? Who got rich? Why are they making such a big fuss? I didn't hear anything about it!"

Dozens of bodyguards in black uniforms got out of the car in an orderly fashion, took out exquisite and high-end gift boxes from the trunk, and walked into the residential area.

The neighbors were completely stunned.

"This is quite a show of force! Did they come all this way to deliver a gift? Who has such a prestigious family background?"

"I just saw the Xu family's daughter bring a man back. Could it be that all these gifts are for the Xu family?"

"My goodness! The Xu family has managed to marry into a wealthy family!"

In the Xu family's living room, the atmosphere finally eased somewhat, thanks to Xu Qinghe's guidance.

Then a knocking sounded on the door.

dong dong dong.

Xu Huai quickly got up and opened the door.

At a glance, he was so frightened by the long line of burly bodyguards at the entrance that his whole body stiffened, his pupils contracted sharply, and he subconsciously held his breath.

Qin Mao spoke up at the right moment: "Don't be nervous, this is a gift arranged by my sister-in-law."

Upon hearing this, Xu Huai's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, suddenly settled down.

What followed was an overwhelming sense of excitement and curiosity.

He watched as gift boxes were continuously carried into the house, and the originally small and cramped living room was instantly filled with all kinds of high-end gift boxes, dazzling and extremely luxurious.

Xu Huai was incredibly curious, eager to find out what treasures were inside.

But Qin Mao was still sitting in the living room, so he couldn't open the gift boxes in front of him.

He mustered his courage and deliberately moved closer to Qin Mao, a smile plastered on his face. "Second Master, these gifts look incredibly valuable. What's inside them?"

Qin Mao shook his head and smiled faintly, "I'm not too sure either; my sister-in-law chose them all herself."

Seeing this, Xu's father secretly rolled his eyes at Xu Huai and sighed helplessly in his heart.

He knew his own son's personality well; he was greedy for money.

If you really want to see the gift, you can open it and examine it carefully after Qin Mao leaves. Why rush things and appear petty, making yourself look down upon?

Soon, the last gift box landed, and the living room was completely filled with valuable gifts.

The assistant butler stepped forward and handed a gift list to Mr. Xu: "Mr. Xu, this is the gift list from my second master's visit. Please take a look."

Mr. Xu stood up, smiled, said thank you, and then took the item and casually opened it.

At just one glance, his pupils dilated slightly, his eyes filled with shock, and his hands trembled slightly.

Seeing his father in such a state, Xu Huai couldn't contain himself and hurriedly leaned forward to peek and take a look.

After seeing the details on the gift list, their pupils dilated in shock, and they even forgot to breathe.

Jadeite bracelets, century-old wild ginseng, top-grade health supplements such as bird's nest and cordyceps, precious jewelry, limited edition watches, and several cases of aged premium wines.

Each item on the gift list is marked with a price tag of over a million.

The room contains a total of 66 gifts, with a total value exceeding 70 million.

Xu Huai's heart pounded, his blood rushed to his head, and he was overwhelmed with excitement.

The most money he had ever seen in his life was less than 300,000. Seeing something worth tens of millions at once made his eyes glaze over, and he was so excited that he couldn't breathe!

They were all gifts for their family!

He looked at Qin Mao, his eyes filled with undisguised fervent admiration!

The Xu family is about to rise to great heights!

……

At the same time, Chen Jun arrived at the Qin family's house. This time, there was no obstruction, and he drove straight in.

Having already won the trial against Qin Jianjun, the security guards had received orders to allow Chen Jun free access to Longhu Manor.

A gentle breeze blows through the small garden, where flowers and trees flourish, creating an elegant scene.

Chen Jun held Qin Nian'an's little hand as they walked in the garden.

"Nian'an, I've made up my mind. I'll set off for Hubei Province tomorrow to take up a position in a county-level city."

Upon hearing this, Qin Nian'an's eyes instantly filled with deep reluctance.

"Why go so far away? Can't you just stay in Jiangbei City or Jiangnan Province?"

Chen Jun gently ruffled her hair and explained:

"Staying in Jiangnan Province means I can only climb the ranks step by step, and promotions are too slow. I won't be able to reach a high enough level in three to five years. With only my father's background, I don't even have the qualifications to propose marriage to your family."

Qin Nian'an looked up at him, her tone sincere.

"It's okay, I can ask Grandpa. Even if my dad and brother have objections, Grandpa loves me and will agree. You don't need to go through all that trouble."

Chen Jun shook his head gently, smiled tenderly, his eyes revealing a strong ambition and pride.

"They're different."

"If I had no ambition and relied solely on my father's power, I would never have caught your grandfather's eye in this lifetime."

Chen Jun knew in his heart that Qin Nian'an's feelings for him were genuine.

But for top-tier wealthy families like the Qin family, what they value most is always their own worth and interests.

Being the son of the provincial governor is far from enough. He must establish himself and possess real political achievements and power before he is qualified to stand upright beside Qin Nian'an and become a son-in-law recognized by the Qin family.

Otherwise, once his father retires and his position as provincial governor is gone, who will remember Chen Jun?

"Don't worry, I'll fly back to be with you as soon as I have time."

Chen Jun pulled Qin Nian'an into his arms to calm her down.

He spent the rest of the time with Qin Nian'an to help her relax.

During dinner, he took the opportunity to inform Qin Zheng in front of the Qin family that he had decided to take up a post at the grassroots level the next day.

Upon hearing this, Qin Zheng nodded slightly and said approvingly, "It's a good thing for young people to have ambition."

Having received the personal approval of the Qin family patriarch, Chen Jun was overjoyed and filled with anticipation for his future career.

……

At the same time, in a desolate area on the outskirts of the city.

A dilapidated building, abandoned for many years, stands alone amidst weeds, its walls crumbling and in ruins.

The surrounding area was overgrown with weeds, reaching waist height, and teeming with mosquitoes. It was eerily silent, desolate, and deathly still.

In the empty room on the ground floor of the dilapidated building, there were no beds, no tables and chairs, and no fans or air conditioners.

The ground was covered with only a few broken, cold cement floorboards, and a few old plastic bags were casually laid out in the corner.

This is where more than a dozen migrant workers in the building rest at night.

The sweltering heat of midsummer is unbearable, the air is so stuffy it's suffocating, and swarms of mosquitoes buzz around, making people feel irritable and restless.

Only the mosquito coils, half-burnt in the corner, barely kept away a few mosquitoes, bringing a tiny bit of peace to everyone.

The migrant workers inside all looked haggard, with sallow complexions and tired, bloodshot eyes.

His work clothes were faded from washing, covered in dust and grease, and clung to his body in a wrinkled mess. Because he hadn't showered in a long time, he smelled of sweat all over.

Deep weariness and despair were hidden in everyone's eyes, and their faces were full of the vicissitudes and embarrassment caused by the heavy burden of life.

Everyone sat in silence, their eyes fixed on the dilapidated entrance to the building, quietly waiting for Li Qiang, who had led the demand for unpaid wages, to return.

One of the migrant workers repeatedly rubbed his fingers against a half-smoked cigarette butt he had picked up from the ground.

I don't know when the cigarette butts were thrown around.

He looked at it several times to make sure there wasn't a single trace of tobacco before reluctantly putting it down.

The sweltering air and oppressive atmosphere made it hard to breathe.

Unable to bear the torment any longer, a young migrant worker got up and paced back and forth in the cramped room, looking restless.

"Stop walking, you're making me dizzy, sit down first," someone couldn't help but retort.

The young migrant worker paused, sighed bitterly, and silently squatted back in the corner, his face full of helplessness.

"When will I get the money? My mother's medicine is almost gone, and she's counting on this money to save her life," a middle-aged man said in a hoarse voice.

"My wife just gave birth, and we've run out of money. Now we can't even afford baby formula. I'm too ashamed to answer my wife's calls..." Another migrant worker wiped his face hard, his voice choked with sobs.

"That damn Zhou, he's heartless and rotten! We worked our butts off for him for three months, and he just ran off with all the money! When I find him, I'll make him pay!"

Upon hearing this, everyone felt as if they had found an outlet for their anger, and they all cursed the contractor, Old Zhou, wishing they could eat his flesh and drink his blood.

Three months' worth of hard-earned wages were their lifeline, and also their family's lifeline.

Just as everyone was shouting and cursing, footsteps finally came from the stairwell.

Li Qiang, who led the demand for unpaid wages, returned quickly with his coworkers Zhao San and Tie Zhu.

Zhao San was carrying several large plastic bottles filled with tap water, while Tie Zhu was carrying a heavy bag of white steamed buns.

Upon seeing the three return, all the migrant workers inside immediately stood up, their eyes filled with anticipation, and gathered around them.

"Brother Qiang! How's it going? Did you find Lao Zhou? Did you get the money back?"

Everyone stared intently at Li Qiang.

But looking at the expectant eyes of everyone, Li Qiang could only shake his head heavily, his face full of bitterness.

"Attorney Wang has done everything he can to help, but Lao Zhou has completely disappeared. He changed his phone number, moved house, and it's like he vanished into thin air. We can't find him at all."

"The wages cannot be recovered for the time being."

The last glimmer of hope was completely extinguished.

Everyone's faces turned ashen instantly, their strength completely drained, and they slumped back to their seats, their hearts filled with despair.

Zhao San and Tie Zhu placed the water and the bag of steamed buns on the ground, sighed, and forced themselves to greet them:

"Let's eat first."

Silently, everyone picked up the cold, white steamed buns and numbly stuffed them into their mouths with the bland tap water.

Although the steamed buns were tasteless and hard to swallow, they were the only food that could fill their stomachs.

A young man was eating a steamed bun when suddenly, large tears rolled down his cheeks and landed on the back of his gray hand.

He bit his lip hard, trying not to cry out, but his shoulders trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Seeing this, the elderly migrant worker next to him could only helplessly raise his hand and gently pat his back, offering silent comfort.

This young man is named Xiaolin. He is the youngest here. He has an elderly, bedridden grandmother, a mother who is in poor health and needs to take medicine frequently, and a younger sister who is still in school.

He was only nineteen years old, and at such a young age, he had to shoulder all the burdens of his family and support a family that was on the verge of collapse.

Everyone could understand how he felt at that moment.

At such a young age, he was burdened with immense pressure, and now his hard-earned money has gone down the drain. It's only natural that he couldn't hold on any longer.

The atmosphere inside the room was extremely oppressive.

It's not just Kobayashi who's having a hard time; they're all having a hard time too.

After being scammed for three months, everyone thought that Lao Zhou would pay the back wages, but unexpectedly he disappeared overnight with all the money and could not be found anywhere.

They are now penniless, and all the construction sites around Jiangbei City are fully staffed and there is no shortage of workers; they have no way to find any casual day jobs outside.

They cannot find a job to make a living in the short term.

To save money, they only dared to buy the cheapest white steamed buns every day, and when they needed water, they would go to some kind shops and ask the owners to fill them up.

Given this situation, why don't they choose to leave?

They dared not leave.

Once they leave Jiangbei City, the kind-hearted lawyer Wang, whom they had finally met, will be unable to find them, and their only channel for recovering their wages will be completely cut off. They are also afraid that they will never be able to get this hard-earned money back in their lifetime, and can only wait here in vain.

Staying? There's no way out.

They can't find work, and their whole family is waiting for them to send money to save their lives.

Everyone was trapped in Jiangbei City, caught in a dilemma.

After a long silence, someone murmured something under their breath.

"I wonder how Brother Mao is doing now. He worked with us back then, and we were owed three months' wages. I wonder if he's found a way out."

Li Qiang shook his head slightly and sighed.

"It's hard to say. Maybe she found a good job, or maybe... she's like us, hiding in some corner, just getting by."

"Why don't we give him a call and ask?" someone suggested quietly.

Li Qiang shook his head and refused, saying helplessly, "Forget it. Our phone credit is almost gone, let's use it sparingly. What if Attorney Wang calls to let us know and we can't get in touch?"

It takes three to four hours to get to Attorney Wang's office from the suburbs. There's no phone contact. What if I miss an important opportunity?

Everyone lowered their heads and remained silent upon hearing this.

"Go to sleep early, everyone," Li Qiang encouraged. "Tomorrow at dawn, we'll go out and try our luck again, see if we can find some odd jobs to make ends meet."

After he finished speaking, the room remained deathly silent.

Everyone knew in their hearts that these were just words Li Qiang used to comfort them.

They had tried, but when the bosses saw their disheveled and smelly appearance, no one was willing to hire them, not even for the lowest-level hourly jobs or manual labor.

Their future was like the darkness outside the house, pitch black, with no starlight or hope in sight.