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

Qin Zheng strode towards the gate.

Qin Mao followed behind, looking at the well-dressed crowd around him.

Look at yourself again.

The backs of his hands were tanned dark, and there was dirt stuck in his fingernails that he couldn't remove.

The T-shirt he was wearing was a buy-one-get-one-free deal from a street stall for nine yuan. It was not only discolored after washing, but also had several cement stains of different sizes.

There were still bits of hardened cement stuck to the trouser legs.

I feel out of place.

He was like a helpless child, unsure of what to do with his hands.

In contrast, the gates of the Emperor Mansion were so bright they seemed like another world.

The entire glass curtain wall was so clean you could see your reflection, and a dark gray carpet was laid at the entrance with the words "Emperor" embroidered in gold.

Two security guards stood on each side, both over 1.85 meters tall, dressed in sharp suits, with earpieces on their ears and walkie-talkies on their waists. Anyone who didn't know them would think they were bodyguards of some high-ranking official.

As soon as Qin Zheng stepped onto the carpet, the outermost security guard came to greet him.

"Sir, please show your membership card or scan the QR code."

The security guard spoke politely, but his eyes quickly swept over the two of them.

Qin Mao subconsciously took half a step closer to Qin Zheng and lowered his voice.

"Dad, the Emperor's Mansion requires membership, and membership levels are assessed based on spending or assets. Only customers with over 100,000 are eligible for membership."

He had heard about this while working as a food deliveryman. Although he had never walked through the front door, these rules spread faster than anything else among low-level workers.

Qin Mao had seen the storefront of a shop while picking up food in the delivery lane. It was so luxurious, with pearls, gemstones, and large glass crystal chandeliers. He couldn't imagine what the inside was like.

That was the first time he had seen a corner of the main hall of the Emperor Mall.

The security guard's attitude visibly cooled after hearing Qin Mao's words.

"Sir, you need to show your ID card to apply for a card."

Just as Qin Zheng was about to speak, a car headlight appeared in the distance, followed by a Bentley stopping not far from the entrance, and a man and a woman got out.

The man was wearing a dark blue suit, a shiny watch on his wrist, and had a stylish hairstyle.

The woman was wearing a black fur coat, tight pants that reached her thighs, and a pair of dark sunglasses that made her skin look incredibly fair.

"It's singer Deng Yahong!"

Despite wearing sunglasses, some people still recognized her.

"I really love her new song that she released last week!"

"Deng Yahong! I'm your fan, could you please sign your autograph for me?"

"Deng Yahong! Can I take a picture with you? Look this way!"

The agent led the way, and people around made way for him.

Deng Ya-hsuan waved gently as she walked, responding to her enthusiastic fans.

"Um?"

The agent looked displeased as he saw the two people blocking his way.

"Has the Emperor Mansion fallen so low in status now? Anyone can just stand at the door?"

Although no names were mentioned, Qin Mao's face immediately turned red.

He instinctively took a step to the side.

Qin Zheng stood still. What kind of lousy celebrity was he? He didn't know him at all; he wasn't even qualified to carry his shoes.

He reached out his hand to Qin Mao.

"Please show your ID card so we can open a card."

"what?"

Qin Mao hesitated for a moment, but still obediently took out his ID card from his pocket and handed it to another security guard in charge of registration.

He noticed everyone's eyes were on them. "Dad, could you move aside?"

Qin Zheng remained completely unmoved.

Deng Yahong stopped walking, somewhat displeased.

Because of her status, she couldn't lash out, so she could only signal to her manager with her eyes to quickly launch her career.

The agent walked forward, but was forced to stop when he was only one step away from Qin Zheng.

"Hey, old man, move aside!"

"Don't these two know where they are? They think they can just walk in dressed in rags?"

"I'm speechless. This old man has no sense of propriety at all. Didn't he see that the black ones all moved to the side?"

"What are the security guards doing? Why aren't they doing anything about it?"

The security guard softened his tone, "Sir, could you please move aside? Deng Yahong is a LV10 member of the Emperor Hotel; she has a distinguished status."

"You poor bastard, do you even know how awesome a Level 10 VIP membership at Emperor Plaza is? Get out of the way!"

"Old man, a roadside stall is more suitable for you, don't block the way!"

Someone loudly mocked.

Qin Zheng waved to the security guard, "How are the membership levels defined here?"

When Deng Yahong heard Qin Zheng ask this question, she couldn't keep a straight face.

This old man doesn't even know the membership levels of the Emperor's Palace, yet he wants to get in?

Seeing that Qin Zheng wouldn't move aside, the security guard didn't bother to answer and quickly called another person to register his membership information.

Qin Mao leaned close to Qin Zheng's ear and whispered something.

"There are two types of memberships at the Emperor's Palace: one is based on the total amount of consumption or asset assessment, and the other is based on the amount of money recharged."

"Level 1 members, over 100,000."

"Level 2 members, 300,000; Level 3 members, 500,000."

"Level 4, 800,000; Level 5, 1 million."

"Level 6, two million; Level 7, five million."

"Level 8, 10 million; each subsequent level adds 10 million."

Qin Zheng counted; ten floors would cost thirty million.

The sixteenth floor contains exactly one hundred million.

"What about the seventeenth and eighteenth floors?"

The security guard glanced at him, his eyes filled with extreme impatience, fearing that Qin Zheng would cause trouble later, and said coldly.

"The seventeenth and eighteenth floors are special consumption areas, not open to ordinary members, and not divided according to assets."

Another security guard returned Qin Mao's ID card, saying, "Your identity information has been verified. Please recharge your account or show your bank card assets to complete the membership level assessment."

The agent was getting impatient. "Old man, if you don't have money, get lost. This isn't a place for someone like you."

Qin Mao lowered his head as low as he could. He knew his family's situation; his father had even given his savings for his own funeral to his older brother to pay off debts, so he had no money left.

He reached out and tugged at Qin Zheng's sleeve, his voice as low as possible: "Father, let's go."

He had already imagined the bursts of laughter and mockery from those around Qin Zheng after he showed his bank card.

If we don't leave now, we'll really be too ashamed to face anyone.

Qin Zheng ignored Qin Mao's request and took out the upgraded Black Gold Card.

"Can I pay by card here?"

The card has a black and gold finish, without any logo or text, except for a tiny number printed on the bottom right corner.

People around looked at the card in Qin Zheng's hand, and some of them laughed in exasperation.

"Has this old man lost his mind? He just pulls out a black card and tries to swipe it."

The security guard stared at the card, his brow furrowing slightly.

He had worked here for three years and had seen cards of all colors, but this was the first time he had ever seen a pure black and gold card without any markings.

"Swipe the card." Qin Zheng handed over the card. "What was that again? To open the highest-tier membership, you need to deposit one hundred million, right?"

He remembered that there was a limit to the number of members at levels 17 and 18, meaning that the highest level that could be activated at the moment was only level 16.

Those around were stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then someone clutched their stomach and laughed, slumping against their friend.

"One hundred million? Hahaha, he said one hundred million! I can't take it!"

"Does this old man even know what a hundred million yuan means? Has he ever seen what a hundred million yuan looks like?"

Deng Yahong couldn't hold back any longer at this moment.

She's a singer with millions of fans, and she's never even seen a hundred million. How can this old man talk about it so casually?

Is he mentally ill?

The security guard paused for two seconds, then looked Qin Zheng up and down again, his lips twitching slightly.

"Sir, what did you say?"

"Recharge 100 million and get the highest level membership." Qin Zheng repeated, his face expressionless.

"The security guards at the Emperor Mansion are having a tough time; they encounter all sorts of weirdos."

The security guard's face darkened completely.

He felt that Qin was playing him for a fool.

An old man dressed in cheap clothes, accompanied by a worker covered in cement stains, said he wanted to become a member for 100 million yuan.

What else could this be but a joke?

"Sir," the security guard's tone turned cold, "if you don't intend to buy a membership card, please don't obstruct other customers from entering."

The entrance he was in charge of had been blocked for several minutes, with a long queue behind it.

He winked to the side, and another security guard walked over, carrying a POS machine.

According to company policy, customers must swipe their cards when requested. If the balance is insufficient after swiping, the company has a reason to kick them out.

"Sir, what's the password?"

"Six eights."

The security guard entered the password, the POS machine screen lit up briefly, and it began reading the information.

Qin Mao stood beside Qin Zheng, his palms sweating profusely.

He didn't know what his father was doing, but he knew that the POS machine would announce insufficient balance in the next second, and then everyone would laugh.

He closed his eyes.

If there's anything more painful than death, it's undoubtedly now.

After all, he wasn't even afraid of death.

"drop."

The POS machine emitted a crisp beep.

"Successfully recharged 100 million yuan."

The sound clearly reached everyone's ears.

The surroundings were deathly silent.

It was quieter than quiet.

Deng Yahong stared intently at Qin Zheng with wide eyes, not even noticing that her sunglasses were askew.

The agent opened his mouth in disbelief, then swallowed hard.

The security guard carefully counted the numbers on the POS machine screen, afraid that the machine might malfunction.

The number 1 is followed by eight zeros.

0 is correct.

His lips began to tremble, and his face went from impatience to deathly pale before quickly returning to a professional, respectful smile.

"First, Mr. Qin..."

His voice was trembling, and his back was involuntarily bent.

"Welcome to the Emperor's Palace, our valued LV16 member! We wish you a luxurious shopping experience!"

He didn't dare to get up immediately.

His previous attitude towards Qin Zheng had frightened him; if the other party were to show even the slightest displeasure, he would be in deep trouble.

Another security guard quickly went inside, took out the only dark gold membership card, read the information, and then presented it with both hands.

This card was originally just meant to help them distinguish between different membership levels; we never thought we'd actually need it.

"Mr. Qin, here is your membership card. Please take it. Welcome to the Emperor's Mansion!"

Qin Zheng took back the black gold card, put it in his pocket, glanced back at Qin Mao, and handed him the dark gold membership card.

"Kitty, here, your membership card."

Qin Mao was completely stunned. Was this real?

He glanced at those who had just been laughing at them; their faces were now filled with shock, disbelief, and a hint of envy.

Did Dad really deposit 100 million? Dad didn't lie to him.

Dad is a real hidden tycoon.

He looked at the card in his hand again. A membership card for the Emperor of the World worth 100 million yuan. He just gave it to him like that?

This is so exciting, Qin Mao didn't know what to say for a moment.

Qin Zheng patted him on the shoulder, "Come on, let's go inside and take a look. I'll change you into some nice clothes."

He strode toward the gate.

"Okay, okay, Dad." Qin Mao quickly followed.

Light steps, head held high and chest out.

The group was left dumbfounded, along with Deng Yahong and her agent, whose faces were grim.

The four security guards bent over at the same time, using all the strength they had in their voices.

"Welcome, distinguished guest!"