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

The main living room of the Qin residence.

Qin Zihao's lips parted slightly. He was about to go along with Duanmu Hong's suggestion and coax the old man into cooperating with the subsequent physical examinations, so that if the old man really had a problem, he wouldn't receive timely treatment and his condition would worsen.

Before he could even utter a word of advice, Qin Zheng's casual remark came through the receiver, interrupting him.

"My dear grandson, check your text message. Grandpa has transferred money to you."

Almost the instant he finished speaking, Qin Zihao's personal mobile phone screen lit up, and a pop-up notification of a bank deposit appeared at the top.

His pupils contracted sharply, and his breathing stopped abruptly.

He swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

For no other reason than that he saw a 1 followed by a dense cluster of 0s.

100000000000000.

The densely packed fourteen digits, neatly arranged, assaulted his visual senses.

Qin Zihao subconsciously raised his hand to rub his eyes, his hands trembling slightly, and silently counted the digits in a low voice.

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands... billions, billion, trillions...

When he counted to the last person, he froze, blurted out the words, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"One hundred trillion!"

The four short words gently exploded in the quiet living room.

Everyone on the sofa looked up at him, their eyes filled with sympathy and confusion.

The same absurd idea popped into their minds simultaneously.

Could this madness really be contagious through a mobile phone? Qin Zheng is out of his mind, and now even Qin Zihao is being led astray and talking nonsense?

However, deep in his heart, a faint, extremely subtle hesitation arose.

What if...this is true?

Just as everyone was in a state of excitement, Qin Zheng's lazy and indulgent voice came through the phone again, as if he had just transferred a few hundred yuan of pocket money.

"Oh, my dear grandson, this is the pocket money Grandpa gave you."

"Grandpa has important business to attend to in Beijing, so you just stay home and take good care of yourself!"

Before Qin Zihao could reply, the receiver went dead with a dial tone indicating the call had ended.

The call was immediately disconnected.

Qin Zihao held the black-screened phone, his expression blank, his mind buzzing, and his demeanor dazed.

He nodded mechanically in response, "Oh... okay, Grandpa."

He stared repeatedly at the phone balance pop-up, trying to convince himself.

I felt dizzy and my whole body went numb.

This is not a dream...this is not a dream!

A solid 100 trillion in cash is currently lying in his private supplementary account.

After a few seconds of silence, Gongshu Yi was the first to lose his composure.

He concealed the shock in his eyes, stood up with a worried expression, and offered sincere words of comfort.

"Young Master Qin, don't let Old Master Qin's jokes make you think too much. Calm down. Luckily, Brother Duanmu is here and is well-versed in medicine. Let him take your pulse and calm you down."

In his eyes, both the grandfather and grandson were blinded by the pressure from their previous social circles and were out of their minds.

Qin Zihao suddenly looked up, composed himself, and burst into laughter:

"I'm not kidding! My grandpa really transferred a hundred trillion to me!"

Duanmu Hong let out a soft, heavy sigh, his expression helpless, and patiently cooperated:

"Okay, okay, I understand. Take your time, no rush."

But in his heart he was cursing.

Does the Qin family have a family history of mental illness? The old man is mentally unstable, and now his eldest grandson is also talking nonsense.

Is it inherited across generations?

As he spoke, Duanmu Hong stepped around the coffee table, walked to Qin Zihao's side, and raised his fingers to take his pulse and calm him down.

"I'll say it again, I'm not joking!"

Qin Zihao placed his phone on the table, opened the bank app, and then pushed it in front of Duanmu Hong.

"Grandpa Duanmu, please take a look for yourself. Count how many zeros are here."

Duanmu Hong frowned and looked down at his phone screen.

The next second, his entire body froze, his pupils dilated suddenly, and he stood rooted to the spot, completely still.

Qin Mao, who was sitting closest to him on the side, curiously craned his neck to look over.

Upon seeing the long, glaring string of numbers, Qin Mao's breath caught in his throat, and he froze in his seat, his eyes wide with shock.

The atmosphere in the room froze instantly.

Gongshu Yi noticed that the two looked strange, so he quickly stepped forward and leaned over to look at the screen.

Zhou Hongyi, who was right behind him, also got up and moved closer, his eyes fixed on the account balance.

No one spoke; everyone kept their heads down, subconsciously counting the digits one by one as they followed the numbers on the screen.

Fearing they might misread the digits and mistake tens of billions for trillions, they counted the numbers two or three times until they were sure they were correct.

Fourteen digits, that's right!

One hundred trillion!

The living room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only the heavy, suppressed breathing of the group remaining.

After a long while, Duanmu Hong blinked his dry and swollen eyes.

He exhaled a heavy breath of stale air from his chest, his Adam's apple bobbing violently as he frantically swallowed.

Not feeling reassured, he personally swiped his phone screen, exited the balance page, opened the account details, and then switched back to the total assets page.

It's not a screenshot, there's no photo editing, and there's no fake system pop-up.

The official bank app of the Dragon Kingdom, showing real account balances.

Duanmu Hong was puzzled, his eyes filled with doubt.

Such a large cross-regional mega-transfer must be subject to multiple layers of manual review, risk control audits, and source registration, according to the financial control regulations of the Dragon Kingdom.

How is it possible to get funds instantly?

There is no review process at all?

But that's exactly what's happening right now—the money arrives instantly, without any restrictions.

The next second, an even more terrifying guess surfaced in his mind.

They can disregard national financial risk control and directly transfer trillions of yuan in cash; this is calculated based on the fact that aristocratic families typically extend credit lines ten times their usual turnover.

The true financial foundation of the Qin family at its core is at least in the trillions!

This number completely overturned his decades-long understanding of social circles.

The combined net worth of the four top ancient families—Wang, Bai, Li, and Xie—is only slightly over two hundred trillion.

The Qin family's resources alone surpass the combined resources of the four major powers by more than five times.

In an instant, he completely understood everything Qin Zheng had said before.

No wonder Qin Zheng told him to hurry up and use up the favor the Xie family had done for saving his life.

Before such a colossal behemoth, the Xie family, with its thousand-year history, was nothing more than an ant that could be crushed at will.

Destroying the Xie family is as simple as Qin Zheng lifting a finger.

He's using this favor now, because if he doesn't do it soon, he'll never need it again.

Thinking of this, a wave of fear instantly washed over Duanmu Hong.

Fortunately, he chose to help the Qin family; otherwise, the Duanmu family would have missed out on this immense wealth.

A surge of ecstatic joy, like embracing a towering tree, welled up inside me.

Duanmu Hong bowed deeply, his expression extremely solemn, his old face flushed red with guilt.

"Young Master Qin, it was my recklessness and shortsightedness that caused you such offense. Please forgive me."

Remembering his earlier attempt to scheme on behalf of the Qin family and secure their benefits, Duanmu Hong's old face was filled with embarrassment.

Does he deserve to interfere in the Qin family's affairs?

As he spoke, the others also came to their senses, their eyes filled with shock, their throats bobbing wildly.

Qin Mao, Zhou Hongyi, and Gongshu Yi looked solemn, their eyes filled with awe.

A glint of extreme brilliance flashed in Gongshu Yi's eyes. He suppressed his inner elation and suddenly burst into hearty laughter.

He had been waiting for this day, waiting for the opportunity to restore the glory of the Gongshu family, for decades.

He bowed deeply to Qin Zihao, his tone firm and resolute.

"Young Master Qin! From this day forward, the Gongshu family swears to be the Qin family's most loyal subordinates, even to the death!"

"No matter what, the Qin family gives the order, the Gongshu family will never shirk their duty or have any disloyalty!"

Not to be outdone, Duanmu Hong immediately followed suit, bowing respectfully even more so than Gongshu Yi.

"The same applies to the Duanmu family! They are dependent on the Qin family for life, and will follow Qin Shao's lead without question!"

The heads of the two once-powerful but now-declining elite families immediately bowed and took sides.

Qin Zihao sat upright in the main seat, his expression calm, and nodded slightly.

With a simple action, he implicitly accepted the loyalty of both companies.

Upon seeing this response, the two old men felt a surge of pride and their faces lit up with joy.

It's stable. It's completely stable.

Having successfully climbed the Qin family's unique and towering tree, the future prosperity of both families is just around the corner.