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

The lobby manager's cold, dismissive refusal landed on the ground.

All the tourists and the group of wealthy people who had just gotten off their cars around the entrance instantly revealed a mocking expression of anticipation.

Whispers of mockery rose and fell, not too loud, not too soft, but just loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Hilarious, he's just a country bumpkin trying to crash the party."

"What kind of occasion is this tonight? Most of the powerful and influential people in the capital are gathered here, even the members of the four major families are entering respectfully. Does this old man really think this is some ordinary shopping mall where you can just pay your way in?"

Disdainful glances fell upon Qin Zheng and his companions, filled with undisguised contempt.

In everyone's eyes, Qin Zheng and his three companions were just small-time rich people from out of town who had never seen anything like it and were trying to sneak into the auction with their old Rolls-Royce to curry favor with the powerful.

Despite the barrage of ridicule, Qin Zheng remained calm and composed. He showed no embarrassment whatsoever; instead, a faint smile appeared on his lips as he looked up at the arrogant manager before him.

"Not only am I going in tonight, but your boss will personally come out and beg me to come in, you believe me?"

His tone was gentle, yet it carried the aura of someone who had long held a high position, his domineering and ruthless presence unmistakable.

The manager was taken aback upon hearing this, and then couldn't help but chuckle.

He subconsciously straightened up and carefully examined Qin Zheng and the other three from head to toe once again.

Just to be on the safe side, he asked one more question:

"Sir, there's no need for jokes. Do you have an invitation? Or are you the chairman of some well-known company in Beijing?"

Qin Zheng gently shook his head, his tone as calm as still water: "I'm not from Beijing."

As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze sharpened slightly, and he calmly countered with a question:

"An invitation is required for entry? I noticed that none of the people going in before me showed an invitation. Why am I being treated differently?"

"Or are you deliberately making things difficult for me?"

The manager felt a slight pang of anxiety, but then burst into a sneer.

No invitation, no connections in Beijing, no real status—just a nobody trying to put on a show. What's there to be afraid of?

His last shred of hesitation vanished completely, and with a calm expression and an arrogant, condescending tone, he began to explain:

"Those who entered without invitations were Mr. Wang and Mrs. Luo from Changsheng Holdings! Mr. Wang manages over 900 billion yuan in assets, and his company consistently ranks among the top ten in Beijing!"

"A person of this caliber naturally doesn't need a mere invitation to prove their identity."

At this point, the manager's expression turned completely cold.

"Sir, ordinary people have their own rules, and important people have their own rules. You don't even have an invitation, so you should go back to where you came from."

The crowd burst into laughter again.

"Still putting on a brave face? He's a trillionaire, and who are you?"

"It's really shameful. They have no ability but still insist on crashing these kinds of events. They're really shameless."

Amidst the widespread criticism, Qin Zheng remained firmly standing in the center of the main entrance, his posture upright, smiling without saying a word, showing no intention of moving an inch or backing down.

As time ticked by, more and more dignitaries arrived to attend the meeting. Luxury cars kept pulling up, and VIPs came one after another, quickly forming a rather long queue at the entrance.

Everyone lined up to enter in an orderly fashion, except for Qin Zheng and his three companions, who stood at the very front, motionless.

The patience of the powerful and influential in the group gradually ran out.

The lobby manager looked at the group of prominent figures from Beijing behind him, his face growing increasingly gloomy and agitated. He raised his hand to call the security guards at the entrance to forcibly remove them.

Just then, at the front of the group, a well-dressed young man and woman with a sharp aura spoke in a cold voice, their tone full of impatience.

"A good dog doesn't block the way. This old dog has absolutely no sense of propriety."

The man, dressed in a suit and tie, with sharp eyes and an air of arrogance, had clearly reached his limit.

He listened to every word of Qin Zheng's conversation with the manager, as well as the comments from passersby outside the police cordon not far away.

Knowing that Qin Zheng and his three companions were not wealthy locals from Beijing and hadn't even received an invitation, the man had already lost his patience.

They came specifically to network with important figures. Such gatherings of powerful and influential people are rare, and even a second's delay felt like a missed opportunity and a chance for immense wealth.

He felt unlucky and angry from the bottom of his heart to be delayed by an unknown old man.

"If you don't have the ability, don't try to act like a big shot! You're just a nouveau riche from out of town, daring to cause trouble and block the way at the entrance of a top-tier venue in Beijing. You really don't know what death means!"

The man's voice was cold and merciless, carrying a subtle threat.

Upon seeing this, the lobby manager immediately put on an extremely obsequious smile, hurriedly stepped past Qin Zheng, jogged forward, bowed deeply, and was extremely respectful.

"Mr. Fang! We are so sorry to have kept you waiting. It was a security oversight that delayed your entry!"

While carefully calming the man down, he loudly introduced him, deliberately highlighting his distinguished status and giving the man plenty of face and vanity.

"As you may not know, this is President Fang Chen! The head of the Fang Group in Beijing! He was originally ranked eighteenth on the Beijing rich list, but recently he has moved up one place to seventeenth!"

After the introduction, the entire audience was in an uproar, and the onlookers all showed expressions of awe.

The Fang Group has been deeply rooted in Beijing for many years and has a profound foundation. Fang Chen's ability to maintain his position from 18th to 17th on the highly competitive rich list is enough to prove his skills and strength.

Upon hearing this, Fang Chen showed no sign of pride. Instead, he waved his hand humbly, his tone seemingly calm but actually full of arrogance.

"What rankings? They're nothing but empty fame and fleeting gains. The capital is full of hidden talents; the truly great figures are always low-key and never flaunt their status on any list. How many big shots are on it? Who would dare to underestimate them?"

He spoke modestly, but his eyes were full of arrogance, and he even glanced sideways at Qin Zheng beside him as he spoke.

These words, ostensibly about keeping a low profile, were actually a veiled criticism of Qin Zhenghua for seeking attention and overestimating his abilities.

Inside the lobby, Mr. Wang, who had entered earlier, heard the commotion outside, glanced back, and smiled as he gently took the hand of the elegant lady beside him.

"Let's go, the show's over. He's just an arrogant old man, no need to waste time."

After saying that, the two turned and calmly walked towards the VIP seats deep in the hall, completely losing interest in watching the commotion.

At the entrance, Fang Chen stopped thinking and stepped over Qin Zheng, intending to walk into the venue with his wife.

Just as he stepped to the side, he heard Lu Cheng'an whisper a conversation in Qin Zheng's ear.

"Sir, this Mr. Fang entered the list of the seventeenth richest people in Beijing during the gap caused by the downfall of the Ding family."

"The Ding family?"

Qin Zheng frowned slightly upon hearing this, as he couldn't quite recall the person for a moment.

Lu Cheng'an kindly reminded him in a soft voice.

"Sir, it was a wealthy family from Beijing who came to ask you to give them face at the banquet. The conflict started when the eldest daughter had a conflict with the Zhao family from Shanghai, and the Ding family got involved."

Lu Cheng'an's additional words instantly triggered Qin Zheng's memory.

He slowly nodded, his gaze sweeping over the arrogant Fang Chen in front of him, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"Oh, I remember now."

"It seems that the seventeenth person on the list of richest people in Beijing will be replaced again."

Fang Chen's face was filled with anger, and he shouted sternly:

"Who do you think you are to speak so arrogantly?"

He glanced at the obsequious manager beside him and frowned, saying:

"You're becoming increasingly incompetent as a manager. How much time has this been going on? Why aren't you calling security to remove them?"

The manager repeatedly apologized: "Mr. Fang, it was my oversight!"

As he spoke, he waved to the security guard beside him, signaling him to take action.

"Please escort this old gentleman out!"