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

It was very windy on the Binjiang Bridge.

Qin Mao stood on the outside of the railing, with the dark river water beneath his feet, the light from the streetlights shattering on the surface.

Memories flooded my mind.

Three months ago, contractor Lao Zhou patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother Mao, this month's wages can be delayed, we'll settle them next month. Don't worry, don't you know what kind of person I am?"

He believed him and told his older brother that he would pay back the money next month.

The following month, Lao Zhou said again that the client had not made the payment and that he should wait a little longer.

Helpless, I could only apologize to my older brother and promise to pay it back next month.

In the third month, Lao Zhou could no longer be reached by phone.

Old Zhou has run away and can't be found.

A sign was posted at the entrance of the construction site saying that the project had been suspended, the final payment had been settled, and the workers should find other ways to make a living.

Qin Mao's wages for these three months amounted to 20,000 yuan.

He carried steel bars on the construction site for three months. His fingers developed calluses and broke open, then calluses formed again, and eventually even his fingerprints were worn away.

Every day after work, when I get back to my rented room, every part of my body aches, and I can fall asleep as soon as I lie down on the bed.

He works so hard so that this money can help him out of his immediate predicament.

But now the contractor, Lao Zhou, has run away, and we can't get our money back.

The day after tomorrow is the day to repay the money.

This was a date he had repeatedly promised his elder brother.

Qin Mao checked all the online lending platforms he could contact, but none of them approved his application.

His credit history is long overdue; he has been late too many times in the past and has long been considered a defaulter.

He sat in his rented room all night, thinking about his debts.

I owe my older brother, my father, the landlord rent, and my relatives and friends.

If you can't earn money, can't pay your debts, and can't pay them all, you'll become a deadbeat. What's the point of living then?

At that moment, he lost faith in life and lost reverence for it.

In the evening, he took the last ten yuan he had and went to the convenience store to buy two bottles of Snow Beer.

The boss glanced at him a couple more times, probably thinking that the man exuded an aura of death.

There wasn't enough money to begin with.

But the shop owner still gave him two bottles and offered words of comfort.

"Brother, there's no hurdle you can't overcome."

Qin Mao forced a wry smile. "Thanks, boss."

He put the two bottles of beer into his coat pocket and walked all the way to the Binjiang Bridge.

There's no particular reason for choosing this place.

The bridge is high enough and the water is deep enough, so jumping in shouldn't be too painful.

After finishing both bottles of wine, he even felt a sense of relief as he gulped down the last sip.

it's OK now.

Qin Mao released his right hand, leaving only his left hand still gripping the railing.

Let go of one more hand, and it will be over.

Just then.

"Kitty!"

"Your dad's here!"

A hoarse roar came from behind.

Qin Mao's fingers tightened suddenly.

Cat is the nickname his father gave him, and only his father has ever called him that since he was a child.

And that familiar voice.

He turned his head sharply and saw a figure staggering and running inside the bridge railing.

He was tall and thin, with a slightly hunched back, and his running posture was a bit limping.

It's Dad.

Even though they hadn't seen each other for five years, and even though they were separated by a fence and several meters, he recognized him at a glance.

"Don't move, little kitty! Daddy's here, don't be afraid!"

Qin Zheng tried to speak gently, afraid of startling the other party.

Qin Mao's eyes immediately reddened.

He recalled that when he was a child, he had a fever and his father carried him for three kilometers to the clinic, running until he was covered in sweat in the dead of winter.

I remember when I went to college, my dad handed me his savings book, which he had saved up for several years, and said, "Cat, study hard, you don't need to worry about things at home."

He remembered the day of the divorce. His father was waiting for him outside the courthouse. He didn't ask anything, but only said, "Cat, come on, let's go home for dinner."

He remembered that during the Spring Festival, he didn't dare to go home. His father called and said, "Cat, we've stewed your favorite pork ribs at home and saved them for you."

He doesn't even dare to answer the phone anymore, not because he doesn't want to, but because he's too ashamed to.

"father!"

Qin Mao could no longer hold back and cried out.

It's like when you were a kid and ran home feeling wronged after being bullied by classmates.

Qin Zheng finally reached the railing, grabbed Qin Mao's arm tightly with both hands, and helped him back to the inside of the railing.

"Father's here, Mao'er! My little cat, why are you so silly!"

Qin Mao threw himself into Qin Zheng's arms.

The man, nearly 1.8 meters tall, buried his face in his father's shoulder like a child, crying and trembling all over.

"Father, I'm sorry, your son is unfilial and has worried you."

His face was covered in tears and snot, and his voice was broken and intermittent; he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Qin Zheng was struggling to breathe from being choked, but he didn't push him away; he just gently patted his back.

"My poor cat. It's alright, even if the sky falls, your dad is here for you."

Qin Mao had heard this sentence many times.

I've heard of this since I was a child, since I failed an exam, and even since I heard it on the day of my divorce.

Every time his father said those words, he felt that the sky would never fall.

But things are different now.

He's forty years old, divorced, can't make money, is heavily in debt, and even his own son doesn't acknowledge him.

My father is over sixty years old and his health is not good. I heard from my older brother that he now has to go out to find work to earn money.

He could no longer naively believe the saying, "Even if the sky falls, your father will still be there."

"But, Dad," Qin Mao sobbed, "I can't earn any money. My elder brother and sister-in-law are on the verge of divorce because they lent me money years ago, and even your..."

I can't even pay back my old debts.

He couldn't bring himself to say those words.

Qin Zheng stepped back a little and looked Qin Mao up and down.

The boy was quite strong, but his face was covered in ash, his lips were dry and cracked, and he had cried so much that his face was covered in grime.

His skin has darkened, and he looks much older.

He looked even more haggard than this sixty-year-old man.

"So it was because of money."

Qin Zheng's tone suddenly relaxed.

Qin Mao was stunned, tears still clinging to his face.

Qin Zheng reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"Cat, the money is a small matter. It's also my fault for keeping it from you for so many years."

Qin Mao didn't understand.

"Cat, actually your father is a hidden tycoon. You, the eldest brother, and the third brother are all rich kids. I didn't tell you this because I wanted to cultivate your spirit of hard work and perseverance. After observing you, only Hui Rong has barely managed to complete the task."

Qin Zheng spoke these words with a serious expression, even a hint of self-reproach.

Qin Mao: "..."

He opened his mouth, tears still on his face, his expression shifting from grief to confusion.

"Dad, I know you're trying to comfort me, but this reason sounds too plausible..."

It's like the kind of nonsense you'd utter after eating undercooked mushrooms.

"Don't you believe your father?" Qin Zheng patted his back. "Come with your father. I'll show you the world and let you start a new life."

Qin Mao was completely stunned. He looked down at Qin Zheng.

A faded white shirt with wavy creases at the bottom, and a pair of old Warrior sneakers that looked like they were from ages ago.

All this outfit combined probably doesn't even look as presentable as the old man selling roasted sweet potatoes under the bridge.

What kind of world can I show him?

The driver was still there.

For this kind of order, he inevitably has to go back to the city, so he can earn two salaries.

Qin Zheng opened the car door, gesturing for Qin Mao to get in.

"Driver, to the Emperor's Palace."

The driver chuckled and glanced at the father and son in the rearview mirror.

"Okay."

He agreed verbally, but in his heart he was thinking: This old man is quite the actor.

Qin Mao sat in the back seat, wiped his face with his sleeve, and said softly, "Dad, is that alright?"

He was afraid that his father would get carried away and insist on going to the Emperor Hotel just to save face.

I heard that it costs several thousand yuan to buy something there.

He couldn't bear to part with it; it was a huge sum of money!

Qin Zheng didn't have time to pay attention to him; the system's settlement had just been completed, and he was checking his rewards.

[Congratulations, host, on completing the special mission: The son must follow in his father's footsteps.]

[Reward: One year lifespan plus a random blind box. Open or not?]

[Host's current lifespan: 373 days.]

Phew, so "dying age" meant he only had one week left to live. Luckily, the second son didn't think too much about it.

"Open."

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained one Vitality Potion.]

[Note: Vitality potions can repair muscle damage and restore the body to a youthful state. Taking them will expel impurities from the body; it is recommended to use them discreetly.]

Qin Zheng almost blurted out "Holy shit!"

Aside from his age, his biggest worry was his health. He had planned to spend money to improve his health and give up his appetite.

Now that I have this vitality potion, it seems there's no need to restrict myself anymore.

What's that saying again? After fighting a lifetime of wars, it's time to enjoy life.

He has lived a life of poverty, and now is the age when he should be enjoying life.

Seeing that Qin Zheng was ignoring him, Qin Mao remained silent, but secretly tugged at Qin Zheng's trouser leg from below.

Qin Zheng glanced down.

He understands what this silly son means.

Just enough.

He raised his hand and swatted the claw away.

This is not acting.

Qin Mao withdrew his hand, but two seconds later he reached out again, this time pulling even harder.

Qin Zheng slapped it hard this time.

If you keep pulling, my pants will be ripped off.

The taxi drove for twenty minutes before turning into the most bustling commercial district in Jiangnan Province.

Qin Mao gradually stopped causing trouble.

Because he noticed that the street view outside the window was not quite right.

The tall buildings on both sides became denser and denser, the lights became brighter and brighter, and there were more and more cars and people on the road.

The buildings on this street are noticeably more upscale than those elsewhere, with their glass curtain walls reflecting a dazzling light in the night.

"arrive."

The driver parked the car in front of the main entrance of a building.

Qin Mao pushed open the car door and looked up.

A huge white sign hangs overhead, its four characters simple yet imposing.

A powerful and wealthy empire on earth.

This is a commercial complex covering an area of ​​over 500 acres. The main building has 18 floors and is entirely enveloped in warm white lighting.

On either side of the main entrance stand a row of flagpoles, with flags bearing the words "Emgrand" flying on them.

Qin Mao knew this place.

The largest shopping mall in Jiangnan City, and also the most popular entertainment venue for political and business elites.

He had been to this area before when he delivered food, but he could only use the delivery driver's lane.

He wasn't qualified to enter the main hall; he couldn't afford the expenses.

"Dad, are you sure?"

Qin Mao turned his head and saw Qin Zheng taking out his phone from his pocket and tapping it twice.

If he wasn't mistaken, he was tipping the driver.

Meanwhile, the departing driver was about to start the recording to share the interesting things that had happened with his friends.

A message suddenly popped up.

You have received a tip of 10000 yuan.

Comment: This is your reward for driving fast enough.

The driver stood there, mouth agape, finger hovering above the screen, motionless for a long time.

I rely on.

Did we really run into a tycoon?