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

Eight burly, stern-faced bodyguards with buzz cuts stepped out of the car. Their serious expressions and cold, tough-guy aura sent shivers down everyone's spines.

Especially Zhou Lin, who was in charge, exuded a faint sense of oppression.

He opened the car door, bent down, placed his hand on his right chest, and respectfully invited the boy in the car to get out.

Exclamations of surprise came from the crowd.

"That's a Rolls-Royce, isn't it? I see the silver Spirit of Ecstasy on the hood."

"Yes, and Ferrari too, see that prancing horse logo? Besides that, there's Porsche, Cayenne, Maybach..."

"These cars are all top-tier brands, worth at least several million, possibly even tens of millions. Who is this rich young master?"

Zhang Xianglin's mouth was agape, he forgot to close it. He remembered that the man had just called out "Ziyang," was it Qin Ziyang?

He quietly tugged at Qin Ziyang's sleeve. "Ziyang, is this the older brother you said was coming to pick us up?"

Is this correct?

Isn't Qin Ziyang's family quite ordinary?

What's going on with these eight cars that look quite valuable?

"Big? Big brother?" Qin Ziyang murmured.

He rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing.

The person in front of me looks exactly like Qin Zihao from my memory.

His face was right, his height was right, but his clothes and demeanor were off, and the car—he remembered his uncle's car was a white Corolla.

Although the two were speaking softly, Liu Kun, who was nearby, could hear them clearly.

He suddenly burst into laughter, the sound drawing everyone's attention back to him.

"Big brother? That's hilarious, Qin Ziyang, you're not trying to say this is your older brother, are you?"

"Look at the class of your clothes, and then look at the brands they're wearing. You can't even afford this outfit, yet you dare to dream that these eight luxury cars are yours?"

"I can't hold it in anymore, it's hilarious!"

The louder Liu Kun laughed, the more people around him pointed and whispered about Qin Ziyang.

"Is this guy desperate to claim kinship with someone he doesn't know?"

"Exactly, dressed so plainly, yet daring to try and scam top-tier tycoons. Doesn't she even know her own limitations?"

Amid the murmurs, Qin Zihao slowly stepped out of the Rolls-Royce, dressed in a bespoke black suit, his posture upright and his demeanor refined.

He shed his former simplicity and exuded an aura of aristocracy that kept strangers at bay.

Qin Zihao walked straight to Qin Ziyang, and amidst the shocked gazes of the crowd, he raised his hand and patted Qin Ziyang on the shoulder: "Ziyang, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. There was a sudden downpour in Jiangbei, which caused a traffic jam for a while."

One sentence silenced the entire room.

Liu Kun's laughter stopped abruptly, his smile froze, his mouth opened wide but he couldn't utter a single word, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Smile, why aren't you smiling? Are you just naturally averse to smiling?" Qin Zihao turned to look at Liu Kun, who had dyed his hair yellow. Although he had a smile on his face, his tone was extremely cold.

"You, you're really his older brother? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"His family runs a small restaurant, how could they possibly have an older brother like you?" Liu Kun swallowed hard, his face extremely pale.

"A small restaurant? Looks like you're good at finding out. In this business, connections and influence matter. Tell me, what kind of background and influence do you have?"

Qin Zihao raised an eyebrow, looking all ears. The oppressive aura instantly enveloped Liu Kun, causing him to shiver involuntarily in the sweltering 39°C heat, and he dared not speak.

Qin Zihao scoffed, his tone full of disdain, "So you're just a nobody!"

"Just now, you were very arrogant, daring to insult my brother, mock his family background, and embarrass him in public?"

Liu Kun's legs went weak, and he instinctively took a step back, but was stopped by the bodyguard behind him. His voice trembled as he said, "I'm sorry, I apologize. I didn't know he was your brother. Please forgive my rudeness..."

Fearing that Qin Zihao would let Liu Kun off easily, Zhang Xianglin stepped forward and recounted how Liu Kun had made things difficult for Qin Ziyang over the past year, causing him to be embarrassed in public on several occasions.

"Ziyang, is what he said true?"

Seeing Qin Ziyang nod after recovering from his shock, Qin Zihao seemed to have heard something funny.

"If apologies were enough, what would we need the police for?"

He held up two fingers. "I'll give you two choices. First: slap yourself twenty times, and with each slap, loudly say, 'I was wrong. I shouldn't have insulted Qin Ziyang. I shouldn't have looked down on people like that.'"

Liu Kun's face turned pale. How could he face his classmates and friends after he slapped himself in front of so many classmates?

Qin Zihao seemed to see through his thoughts. After lowering one finger, he said casually, "What? You won't agree? It's okay, you have a second option."

"Zhou Lin, send someone to investigate his family's situation. Unless they have the Tian family background, no matter what business they're in, buy up all the surrounding shops and make their business fail."

He turned to Zhou Lin and continued, "I'll give you a day, no, half a day, regardless of cost. Can you do it?"

"No! Don't!" Liu Kun panicked instantly. His parents had worked so hard to build up this used car business. If it went bankrupt, it wouldn't just be a matter of not being able to sell the cars; they would also be burdened with millions of dollars in debt.

Will he have a good life in the future?

Moreover, seeing that the other party drives so many luxury cars, one can tell that their family is either very wealthy or powerful, and that his family cannot compete with them.

"I slapped him! I was wrong!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face. The crisp sound was particularly jarring in the quiet school gate.

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have insulted Qin Ziyang, and I shouldn't have looked down on him!"

"Nineteen more are needed."

Qin Zihao's tone was completely calm, his eyes filled with indifference. If you've offended the Qin family, then you'll have to suffer the consequences.

If it weren't for the large number of onlookers, he would have had Zhou Lin dislocate one of Liu Kun's hands and one of his feet.

Liu Kun dared not resist, and could only raise his hand to slap himself again and again. The slaps became harder and harder, and his cheeks quickly swelled up. Blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, and he kept repeating words of apology.

The surrounding chatter had long since subsided; everyone was stunned by the scene, their eyes filled with awe as they looked at Qin Zihao.

Even the security guards at the school gate didn't dare to step forward to stop them.

Just kidding, those eight bodyguards are obviously not good people. How much do they get paid to stand up for other people's grudges?

Besides, this is off-campus, it's not their jurisdiction.

After slapping him twenty times, Qin Zihao finally spoke indifferently: "Alright, get lost. Be more polite in the future. If you offend someone again, they might not be as easy to talk to as I am."

"Take a break!" Liu Kun's face was so swollen that he could barely speak. He felt like he had been granted a pardon and ran away in a disheveled state, covering his face.

Qin Zihao turned to Qin Ziyang, his tone gentle: "Ziyang, did you feel better after your older brother helped you get revenge?"

Qin Ziyang nodded, feeling incredibly satisfied at Liu Kun's disheveled appearance. He took a deep breath and said, "That feels so good!"

He glanced at the row of luxury cars. Although he only recognized one or two, he could hear the surrounding chatter. "Brother, these cars... must be very expensive, right?"

"It's very cheap, guess what?" Qin Zihao deliberately kept everyone in suspense.

Qin Ziyang recalled the car models he had previously looked up online on a whim, and remembering the prices he had seen there, he hesitated before saying, "Five million?"

Qin Zihao shook his head. "I don't remember the specifics. When Grandpa bought these cars, the cheapest one cost ten million, and the most expensive one, a Rolls-Royce, cost about sixteen million."

As soon as he finished speaking, gasps of shock filled the air once again, and the students in the crowd erupted in chaos.

"My God! At least ten million? Eight cars would be eighty million? That's incredibly wealthy!"

"Yunzhong University has rich kids? Really? Does that sound like a run-down university like Yunzhong University?"

Qin Ziyang's pupils exploded. Was the Qin family really that rich?

Zhang Xianglin stood to the side, suddenly unsure of where to put his hands, feeling extremely awkward.

He glanced furtively at Qin Ziyang beside him, then at the expensive luxury car in front of him, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He had always thought that Qin Ziyang was just like him, a child from an ordinary family, sharing a dormitory and complaining about the difficulty of finding a job. But now he realized that Qin Ziyang was actually a rich young master, while he was just an ordinary person who couldn't even find a job.

He subconsciously took half a step back, feeling as if an insurmountable chasm had suddenly appeared between him and Qin Ziyang.

Qin Zihao noticed Zhang Xianglin's restraint and smiled gently.

"You must be Zhang Xianglin? Ziyang mentioned you to me. We're friends, so don't be shy. Get in the car with me; it's on our way, and I'll give you a ride back to Jiangbei City."

Zhang Xianglin nodded hurriedly, his voice stammering, "Thank you, thank you, Young Master Qin."

"No need to be so polite. I'm a bit older than you, you can call me Brother Hao." Qin Zihao said, gesturing for Zhou Lin to open the car door, and then got into the back seat of the Rolls-Royce first.

Zhou Lin had someone put the luggage in the trunk.

Qin Ziyang and Zhang Xianglin followed and got into the car. The interior was so luxurious it made them envious. The leather seats were soft and comfortable, and there was a faint fragrance in the air.

Zhang Xianglin sat upright, just like he did when he was in school, not daring to move at all, for fear of accidentally breaking something.

Even though the air conditioning was on in the car, his palms were sweaty as he held his phone.

The car started slowly. Qin Zihao knew that Qin Ziyang must be very curious about what had happened at home, so he didn't intend to tease him and told him everything directly.

"Grandpa was actually a hidden tycoon. He had always wanted to cultivate a spirit of hard work and perseverance in us. After my second uncle tried to jump into the river that night because of debt, Grandpa confessed to us. Then he took us to buy a 25-hectare estate and more than a hundred luxury cars, each of which cost at least a million."

"Oh, right, Grandpa also prepared a dowry of 100 billion for Second Uncle," Qin Zihao added.

Upon hearing this, Qin Ziyang's pupils dilated again. He never expected that his kind and loving grandfather was actually a hidden tycoon.

Zhang Xianglin, who was standing to the side, was so frightened that he almost dropped his phone. His mind was in turmoil.

A 25-hectare estate, over a hundred luxury cars worth millions, and a dowry of hundreds of billions? What does that even mean?

This is no ordinary tycoon; he's an absolute super-rich tycoon!

He never expected that his roommate, with whom he spent every day, was actually the grandson of a super-rich man. The contrast was too great for him to accept for a while.

Both fell silent, one shocked by the earth-shattering secret in his family, the other reserved due to the difference in their social status. Only excited breathing and the sound of the car driving could be heard inside the car.

Afterwards, Qin Zihao told Qin Ziyang about what had happened in the past few days, which once again shocked the two of them so much they couldn't close their mouths.

The car soon entered the territory of Jiangbei City.

Qin Ziyang glanced out the window, then turned to Zhang Xianglin and asked, "Xianglin, where in Jiangbei City do you live? I'll have the driver take you there."

Zhang Xianglin looked a little embarrassed, rubbed his hands together, and said in a low voice, "Ziyang, you don't need to trouble yourself. Just take me to the bus terminal. My home is in a town down below."

He knew in his heart that he and Qin Ziyang were no longer from the same world, and it was hard to say whether they would meet again in the future. He was really embarrassed to trouble them again.

Qin Ziyang glanced at Zhang Xianglin's expression and knew that he was hesitant due to the difference in their social status, so he didn't press the matter further and nodded.

"Okay, then I'll have the driver take you to Jiangbei City Bus Terminal. If you need anything in the future, feel free to contact me. Don't forget we're friends."

Zhang Xianglin quickly thanked him, feeling both grateful and a little bittersweet.

He knew that from today onwards, he and Qin Ziyang might never be able to go back to the days when they were roommates who could talk about anything.