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

Inside the luxurious conference room on the eighteenth floor of the Emperor Hotel, Ding Haifeng stood guard outside the door.

Today, a group of big shots arrived at the Emperor Hotel and booked the entire 18th floor. As the general manager of the Emperor Hotel, he had to accompany them.

Inside the room were Li Haitao, the Party Secretary of Jiangnan Province, Chen Wenbin, the Governor of Jiangnan Province, and Ma Hongming, the Vice Governor of Jiangnan Province.

There are also Xiao Mingyuan, who ranks first on the Jiangnan Province Rich List; Zhao Hongbin, who ranks second; Zhou Yun, who ranks fourth; and Zhao Mingwei, who ranks fifth.

They were invited by Li Haitao to attend this investment conference.

The investors were the Li family from Beijing.

Li Haitao received inside information that the Li family intended to invest in other provinces, so he sent family member Li Guchuan to investigate across the country.

It is said that the Li family has prepared 10 billion yuan as investment capital this time.

Upon learning the news, Li Haitao immediately instructed Li Zhenggang, the director of the Provincial Public Security Department, to arrange for all inbound passengers to report any sightings of Li Guchuan.

Unfortunately, the economic development of Jiangnan Province has lagged behind in recent years, and even shows signs of decline.

Li Haitao and other high-ranking government officials are very anxious. The golden age is over, the risks of doing projects have increased, and they have been unable to attract good tycoon investors in recent years.

The neighboring Donghai Province, being a coastal province with well-developed water and land transportation, has experienced rapid economic growth in recent years, ranking fourth in the country in terms of GDP, after Beijing, Shanghai, and Shenzhen.

On the other hand, it's hard to say whether Jiangnan Province can even maintain its ranking.

If they do nothing, what will the central government think of them? Will they be able to keep their positions?

Therefore, they placed their hopes on Li Gu Chuan of the Li family in Beijing, hoping that he would take the lead and unite with other giants in Jiangnan Province to raise funds to develop industries in various fields and improve the province's economy.

At this moment, Li Haitao and the others looked troubled and nervously watched Li Guchuan.

Xia Mingyuan and the others remained silent.

It's easy to see from the tense atmosphere that the meeting negotiations were not going smoothly.

"Secretary Li, I'm really sorry, but the conditions in Jiangnan Province do not meet our investment requirements."

Despite Secretary Li's repeated requests and assurances, Li Guchuan still could not agree.

The family's investment was planned, with a target return of at least double.

According to their risk assessment, the return on investment in Jiangnan Province was only 50%, which was half of what they had predicted.

He absolutely could not agree to it.

"Mr. Li, please reconsider. I can guarantee that the project you want to invest in will have the green light throughout the entire process, and we will also give special consideration to the Li family's projects in Jiangnan Province in the future."

Li Guchuan smiled inwardly upon hearing this; any province would have met such a condition.

"Secretary Li, I'm just here for an inspection; the real decision-making power isn't with me." He glanced at his watch, stood up, and said, "The Emperor Mansion in Jiangnan Province is indeed well-built. It's a pity I have a flight to catch at four o'clock, so I can't stay long. Next time I come, I'll accompany Secretary Li to explore it properly."

After saying that, Li Guchuan left with his secretary.

Secretary Li glanced at the people present.

In recent years, Xiao Mingyuan and others have been cooperating with them and investing in many projects. Unfortunately, most of them have lost money, or rather, there are no profitable projects at all. They are just doing charity work.

The biggest one was a project three years ago led by Xiao Mingyuan, in which he and others raised 10 billion yuan, but it failed.

Many people were severely weakened and have only recovered in the last few years.

He had previously tried to gauge their intentions, and without exception, none of them planned to invest any more money because the risk was too great.

Li Haitao knew that if he spoke up now, he would still be rejected.

He sighed helplessly, "Thank you for making the trip. Let's call it a day."

Xiao Mingyuan and his group were also quite disappointed. If the Li family had taken on the huge risks ahead of them, they would definitely have been willing to invest.

Pity.

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Su Qing was strolling arm in arm with her rich second-generation boyfriend, Song Haoyu, in the brand clothing section on the seventh floor of the Emperor Hotel.

As the former class beauty, she was pretty and had many suitors. However, she had extremely high standards, and boys with average qualities simply didn't catch her eye.

At a party, she met Song Haoyu and learned that his family was in business, owning a trading company with a net worth of tens of millions and considerable capital.

Afterwards, Su Qing went to great lengths to become his girlfriend.

She loved having Song Haoyu bring her to the Emperor's Palace, enjoying the pleasure of shopping while preparing to find her next target.

Su Qing walked to the clothing section and saw a person dressed in cheap clothes standing in front of the Dior store. Next to him was the store manager, Xue Qian, who was acting like a servant to this person.

She couldn't help but stare at him closely; the figure looked familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

Su Qing suddenly remembered that last night in the university group "girls help girls", Li Yan sent several messages and voice messages in the middle of the night, crying and saying that she wanted to win back her ex-boyfriend and asking the sisters for advice.

The man in front of her looked like the boyfriend photo that Li Yan had posted in the group chat.

She remembered Li Yan saying in the group that the boy's family had a lot of debt. His father drove for ride-hailing services, and his mother worked at a farmers' market. They couldn't afford a car, a house, or a dowry. His only advantage was that he was good to her. She couldn't make up her mind and asked her friends what to do.

At the time, many women in the group felt sorry for Li Yan, saying that she had wasted three years of her youth on a dog, and that she was marrying him to help the poor since he didn't have a car, a house, or a dowry.

She also advised Li Yan to break up with him, saying, "It's better to break up with this poor guy. Why keep him around for the New Year?"

She took another closer look.

Yes, it's Li Yan's ex-boyfriend. He's wearing the exact same clothes as in the photos I remember.

How did this person end up on the seventh floor of the Emperor's Mansion? And why was the Dior store manager treating him with such respect?

A single piece of clothing on this floor costs tens of thousands of yuan; the cost of living is simply unaffordable for ordinary wage earners.

Su Qing hesitated for a moment, then took out her phone and looked through the messages Li Yan had sent last night.

It does mention her ex-boyfriend, and she says, "His family seems to have suddenly become rich."

Could it really be the same person?

She put away her phone, a smile returning to her face, and affectionately took Song Haoyu's arm. "Honey, shall we go to the Dior store?"

Song Haoyu frowned slightly, but did not object.

He glanced at the Dior window display and thought about how much money he had spent on Su Qing this month. Last week, he had just bought her a new brand-name outfit for over 80,000 yuan, and the week before last, he had bought her a bag for 50,000 yuan. Adding the allowance he had given her, it was almost 400,000 yuan.

Now I want to buy clothes again?

"Didn't I just buy you a bag last week?" Song Haoyu's tone held a hint of dissatisfaction. "What, do you think it's old and want a new one?"

"No way," Su Qing didn't notice the odd tone in the man's voice, and shook Song Haoyu's arm in her usual coquettish manner, "I just wanted to go in and take a look, I'm not necessarily going to buy anything."

She pointed to a pink handbag in the shop window, her eyes sparkling. "That bag is so pretty! Let's go inside and take a look, okay?"

Sun Haoran didn't speak, a faint, ambiguous smile playing on his lips.

He understands women like Su Qing all too well.

When you want something, you say "just take a look," but after looking at it, you want to try it, and after trying it, you want to buy it.

This has happened many times. At first, he says, "I'll just take a look," but in the end, he always ends up paying the bill.

But it doesn't matter. He's been with plenty of women. This kind is pretty but not very bright, and only knows how to get men to spend money on her. He can just get tired of her and move on to another one.

"Let's go in and take a look." He put his arm around Su Wanqing's waist and walked towards the store entrance.

As soon as I arrived at the door, a shop assistant came up to me and bowed slightly apologetically.

"Sir/Madam, we are very sorry, our store is temporarily booked out and we are clearing it out. The closing time is unknown. We are really sorry. You can wait in the rest area next door, or browse other shops in the meantime."

Song Haoyu paused in his steps.

Private room?

He glanced behind the shop assistant and saw Xue Qian, the Dior store manager, standing next to the fitting room, bending over with an extremely respectful smile on her face, talking to a young man.

Song Haoyu's gaze lingered on that person.

Those who can afford to book an entire venue must be worth at least tens of millions.

His family can also use it, but due to the control of the old man in his family, his supplementary card can only be used up to one million per month, which is far from enough to meet the minimum spending requirement of five million for booking a venue.

Su Wanqing stood to the side, her gaze also fixed on the store. Without making a sound, she took out her phone and, under the guise of fastening her bag, snapped a photo of Qin Zihao.

"What a pity." She took Song Haoyu's arm and said regretfully, "Then let's come again next time, darling."

After secretly saving the photos to her private album, Su Qing and Song Haoyu walked away to another place.

Inside the makeup room, Qin Zihao was still savoring the feeling of being constantly flattered.

Twenty minutes earlier, when he walked into the Dior store, Su Xiaowan told him that his grandfather and second uncle had booked the entire store the night before.

"Rent the whole place out?" He was stunned for a moment, and the image of Qin Zheng saying "Full payment, by card" and "I've bought this house, so I don't need to put up any more models anymore" flashed through his mind. "Some things can't be measured by money."

Grandpa always said that one should live up to one's status, and Qin Zihao wanted to give it a try.

When he calmly said the words "private the whole place."

Xue Qian immediately tried to please him carefully.

"Yes, Young Master Qin, I'll arrange it for you right away."

Su Xiaowan whispered to him that last night, her grandfather generously gave each of them ten sets of free clothes.

Qin Zihao calmly said again, "Let's not offer a 70% discount anymore, we'll give each person three sets."

Xue Qian's face lit up with a smile, and she bent over even lower.

As the customers left, they didn't forget to nod and say one compliment after another.

"Young Master Qin is very generous."

"Young Master Qin is clearly an outstanding individual, young and promising."

Qin Zihao kept a straight face, mimicking his grandfather, and nodded slightly without saying a word.

But deep down, something seemed to be sprouting from the ground.

He couldn't describe the feeling.

It's not just about feeling good, nor is it about satisfying the vanity of getting rich quick.

It's something deeper, like the feeling that gave Grandpa the confidence to disregard everything.

From childhood to adulthood, all he heard was "Your family is not well-off," "Your dad owes a lot of money," and "You need to be sensible."

During his four years of university, the most expensive shoes he wore were Anta shoes that he bought on sale, and he never dared to order a meal costing more than ten yuan in the cafeteria.

When they were dating, Li Yan said she wanted to go to Sanya. He saved up three months' worth of living expenses, bought two plane tickets, and spent a lot of time researching ways to save money on travel. He chose the cheapest hotels and restaurants.

He was terrified of poverty at heart, and he thought that every little bit he could save was a good thing.

His grandfather taught him, "If you're going to buy something, buy the most expensive one," so that it would be worthy of his status.

Qin Zihao initially thought it was just a simple phrase, meaning to spend money as one pleases, since his family wasn't short of money.

In retrospect, his understanding is not deep enough, and he still has a long way to go to reach the goal his grandfather expected.

When Qin Zihao came out of the store, he had already changed his clothes.

Under Chen Zhixing's tailor-made design, Qin Zihao is now like a completely different person.

With bright eyes and a handsome appearance, he possesses a more refined air than many contemporary male stars.

Su Xiaowan, who was standing to the side, sincerely exclaimed, "Young Master Qin, your outfit is not only handsome, but also exudes a heroic aura."

"Thank you." Qin Zihao smiled, a hint of youthful embarrassment at being praised, but he quickly composed himself.

Su Xiaowan stepped aside and led the way, bringing him to the dedicated lane.

A black Maybach was already waiting there. Li Jun stood beside the car, opened the back door, and bowed slightly.

Amidst the envious glances of those around him, Qin Zihao bent down and got into the car.

"Young Master Qin, where would you like to go?" Li Jun asked as he started the car.

Qin Zihao opened his mouth, but he didn't know what he wanted to buy.

I bought clothes, shoes, a cell phone, a car, and my home is a large estate.

He lacks nothing.

At this moment, Qin Zihao suddenly lost that longing for the worldly emperor.

"Look around," he said.

Qin Zihao sat in the back seat, watching the envious glances from the crowd in the aisle, just as he always looked at wealthy people.

But now he doesn't need to envy anyone anymore.

Qin Zihao leaned back in his seat when he suddenly felt his phone vibrate.

He took it out and glanced at it; it was a chat in the university dormitory group.

The incident started when Jiang Lei posted a photo with a huge "GG" sign in front of the Heilan Home store in the background.

Jiang Lei: "Brothers, look where this is! A world-class imperial palace! [image.jpg]"

Zhou Erniu: "It's over! How come you guys are all so rich? My group ranking has dropped by one, I'm finally at the bottom. My heart is completely dead."

Guo Fan: "You're the most successful one in the group, Erniu, what are you barking about?"

Tuesday Niu: "If working 996 and earning 7,000 a month means being successful, while relying on your abilities and family support without having to work like a beast of burden means being unsuccessful, then I'd rather switch places with you..."

Zhou Erniu: "Lei Zi, Fan Ge, Hao Ge, you three all called me a grandson in college, and I believed you. How come you all became rich after graduation, while I'm the only real grandson? *crying*"

Jiang Lei: "I really am the grandson, the youngest in the family. Embarrassing.jpg"

Guo Fan: "Me too.jpg"

Jiang Lei: "We're hardly tycoons. Our family assets are at most a million, not even ten million. The real tycoons are my brother Hao, whose family has hundreds of millions."

Jiang Lei: "@Brother Hao, is there any chance you could treat me to a meal?"

Upon seeing this, Qin Zihao's lips unconsciously curled up.

Qin Zihao: "Great! I happen to be at the Emperor Hotel too. Which floor are you on? I'll come down and get you."

Jiang Lei: "Holy crap, Hao-ge, you're serious! I'm on the first floor next to the Heilan Home store."

Qin Zihao looked up at the passenger seat.

"Where is the nearest private elevator to the Heilan Home store on the first floor? I need to pick up my classmate."

Su Xiaowan immediately replied, "There is a private elevator about 300 meters directly opposite Heilan Home, for Young Master Qin."

"Okay, let's go to that private elevator."

Qin Zihao looked down and typed on his phone.

Qin Zihao: "Lei Zi, there's a private elevator 300 meters directly opposite Heilan Home. Wait for me there."

Jiang Lei: "OK, Brother Hao!"

On Tuesday, Niu started wailing again in the group chat.

Zhou Erniu: "I'm like a mouse that has mistakenly wandered into heaven, blinded by the dazzling light of money, and gradually fading away..."

Guo Fan: "Erniu, me too.jpg"

Tuesday Bull: "Get lost, you capitalist, stay away from me, the proletarian."

Qin Zihao couldn't help but chuckle a few times, and then sent five red envelopes with the largest amount, each containing 200 yuan, to the group.

Qin Zihao: "Alright, stop joking around. I'll treat you two to milk tea."

Zhou Erniu: "Oops, I've accidentally wandered into your home! What does this milk tea, costing several hundred yuan, even taste like? Never mind, I'm going to order two Mixue Ice Creams first. Also, Hao-ge, you're so generous!"

Guo Fan: "Brother Hao, do you need a son? Would you take in a 300-month-old baby?"

Zhou Erniu: "Even if you wanted to be my son, Brother Hao would be too embarrassed to accept you. You have the nerve to shamelessly offer yourself up. But I'm different; I want to be your grandson! @Grandpa Qin Zihao!"

Guo Fan: "Holy crap! That's ruthless."

...

Qin Zihao smiled and shook his head, offering no further reply.

He knew that once he continued speaking, Zhou Erniu's mouth would always come up with surprising things, and he could keep him talking from now until tomorrow.