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

The Emperor's Mansion, General Manager's Office.

The laptop screen was displaying the scene at the entrance of the CHANEL store on the seventh floor.

On the screen, after all the customers had left, the elderly man, accompanied by a middle-aged man and his companions, walked into the Dior store and completely disappeared from the surveillance camera's view.

The two people in the general manager's office had been watching the monitor for a full twenty minutes.

Ding Haifeng leaned back in his swivel chair, his index finger lightly tapping the soft cushion on the table.

He is the general manager of the Emperor Mall, overseeing six deputy managers, and the entire mall's operation is in his hands.

Before being transferred from Beijing to Jiangnan Province, he worked in the Beijing International Trade Center for eight years, where he met more important figures than the goods in the building.

But he couldn't see through Qin Zheng.

Deputy Manager Chen Fangyuan stood to the side, his gaze returning to the screen.

They have reviewed all the surveillance footage of Qin Zheng from the moment he entered the venue until now.

Swipe your card at the main entrance, no one asks you anything in the lobby, then there's a conflict at the CHANAL store, and then a private room at Dior.

"What do you think of this Mr. Qin?" Ding Haifeng asked.

Chen Fangyuan pondered for a moment.

The general manager's question was most likely an attempt to guess how much wealth Mr. Qin possessed.

There aren't many LV16 membership cards in the entire Jiangnan Province, and in his memory, none of the people who owned them had the surname Qin.

This person appeared out of nowhere.

"His net worth must be several hundred million," Chen Fangyuan said carefully, "I just don't know if he has a powerful family background."

Ding Haifeng looked at him silently.

That look made Chen Fangyuan's heart skip a beat.

Am I wrong?

"I think you should go down to the third level for some training."

Chen Fangyuan panicked immediately.

The lower three floors represent the lowest level of service for Geely, typically used for training deputy managers who are about to be promoted.

Being relegated to the lower three levels is practically the same as being demoted.

"General Manager, please give me your guidance." Chen Fangyuan quickly bowed, adopting a very humble posture.

Ding Haifeng leaned back in his chair with his hands folded together, forming a classic inverted triangle shape, and looked at the ceiling.

"If someone swipes 100 million yuan on a black card, the money arrives instantly, no signature required, and it doesn't go through the bank. How much transaction volume do you think they would need to have?"

Chen Fangyuan's mind raced.

Instant transfer, no signature required, no bank intermediaries involved.

This means that the credit limit of that card far exceeds one hundred million.

Banks aren't stupid; customers who are granted this level of access have at least ten times the amount of cash they've spent in their accounts.

Based on a discretionary allowance of 5% to 10%, Mr. Qin's assets should be between one billion and two billion.

Chen Fangyuan's face turned even paler.

The "several hundred million" he just mentioned is a whole order of magnitude less than that.

Ding Haifeng's dislike wasn't for his answer, but for his limited perspective.

"I understand, Manager Ding. I was narrow-minded," Chen Fangyuan admitted honestly.

Ding Haifeng stopped looking at him and focused his gaze back on the screen.

On the screen, the newlywed Su Xiaowan stands at the store entrance, hurriedly taking out her phone to type a message.

"It looks like they just found an illegitimate child to inherit the family business."

Ding Haifeng recalled in his mind that no wealthy person was without offspring.

Inside the Dior store, the fitting room door was open.

When Qin Mao came out, all eyes were on him.

The dark blue suit fit him perfectly, making him look clean and sharp.

Chen Zhixing had styled his hair again, cutting the sides short and leaving some thickness on top, combing it slightly back to reveal his forehead.

The dust on his beard was shaved off, revealing a face with distinct features.

Although his skin was still dark, the dark color was transformed into a kind of sophistication by the dark blue suit.

When Qin Mao was at the construction site, his face was covered by dust and fatigue.

Now that those things have been wiped away, what's revealed is a bone structure with excellent potential.

Qin Mao stood in front of the full-length mirror, looking at himself in the mirror, his consciousness once again becoming hazy.

Is that me in the mirror?

Was his model really that good?

He remembered how his neighbor aunt always praised his good looks when he was a child, saying, "This child takes after his father."

He always thought it was just a polite remark.

In retrospect, it was the father's strong genes that made it possible.

"The kitten is very handsome!"

Qin Zheng looked at his second son's brand-new appearance and praised him without reservation.

No wonder he's his son; if he had a system when he was young, he'd probably be even more handsome than Qin Mao!

Qin Mao subconsciously reached out to touch the back of his head, but stopped just as he was about to raise his hand.

He remembered what his father had just said, "Don't embarrass me."

He could only suppress his discomfort and tell himself that he was a rich kid and needed to change this habit.

"Try others."

Qin Mao nodded, a strange feeling welling up inside him.

He turned around and took another set of clothes from his assistant. His steps were much steadyer than before, and he stood up straight when he pushed open the fitting room door.

The second outfit was a navy blue double-breasted suit.

After Qin Mao put it on, his whole body seemed to be elongated, his shoulders appeared wider, and his waist appeared narrower.

Against the backdrop of navy blue, the skin tone is no longer black, but deep, a layered, three-dimensional depth.

"Mr. Qin looks even better in navy blue than dark blue," Xue Qian said sincerely, not in a professional way. "His skin tone and navy blue suit him perfectly."

Qin Mao's lips curled up slightly.

Qin Zheng sat in the chair, looking at the changes in his son, feeling relieved.

Now that he has money, he has no other aspirations but to let his children enjoy life.

The second child, in particular, has had a very difficult time these past few years, suffering countless hardships.

Twelve sets.

Qin Mao tried twelve sets in a row, and each set brought a different feeling.

The elegance of deep gray, the composure of navy blue, the mystery of midnight blue, the sharpness of charcoal black...

By the time he tried the last few sets, his steps were no longer as hesitant as they had been at the beginning.

When she comes out of the door, she will naturally stand still, turn slightly to the side so that the mirror reflects her whole body, and find a good angle to highlight her figure.

His facial expression changed from initial confusion and lack of confidence to calmness, and finally, he showed something he hadn't experienced in the past ten years.

confidence.

Qin Zheng saw this and was very satisfied.

"Take one more item from each of the sets you just tried on."

He paused, then looked at Qin Mao.

Do you have any other styles you like?

Qin Mao quickly waved his hand: "That's enough, Father, that's really enough."

How many sets did he just try? Twelve sets.

Dad said to get one more set, making it twenty-four sets.

He probably hasn't even worn twenty-four outfits in total since he grew up.

"How could I possibly wear so many clothes?"

"If you can't wear them anymore, just leave them." Qin Zheng's tone left no room for argument. "If you have any favorites, wear them every day."

Qin Mao then noticed that Qin Zheng was still wearing that faded shirt.

A sudden wave of bitterness washed over him.

From the moment he came in until now, his father has been picking out clothes for him, letting him try on clothes, and buying clothes for him.

I changed myself from head to toe, but my dad didn't even look at the new shoes.

"Dad, you should try it too."

Qin Zheng glanced at him, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Get me some casual clothes," Qin Zheng said, turning to Chen Zhixing. "At my age, wearing suits is too much trouble, and I don't like those things."

Chen Zhixing nodded slightly: "Okay, Mr. Qin."

He understood what Qin Zheng meant.

Many wealthy older people are like this: they wear suits for decades, but after retiring, they don't want to touch them anymore.

Generally, people wear whatever is comfortable and convenient.

Wearing a suit can be a bit of a hassle, especially for older people.

Chen Zhixing turned and walked towards the shelf, his eyes quickly scanning over it, and his mind automatically conjured up an image of the clothes on Qin Zheng.

A light blue linen shirt paired with off-white casual trousers...

A bright orange short-sleeved shirt embroidered with light blue floral patterns, paired with matching orange beach shorts...

Chen Zhixing was quick; he picked out twelve sets in a row and had his assistant take them to Qin Zheng.

Xue Qian kept smiling; she didn't quite understand what Qin Zheng meant.

Why don't you wear more expensive clothes?

But Chen Zhixing didn't hesitate to take the clothes, and he didn't even put them back after taking them out.

I knew that professional tasks should be left to professionals.

Orange and blue, floral prints and shorts—these are combinations typically worn by twenty-year-olds, but on a sixty-year-old man...

That's perfect, it helps to rejuvenate and revitalize.

She found a reason to convince herself.

Qin Zheng glanced at it and nodded.

"This set looks good."

He took the clothes and went into the fitting room.

Three minutes later, the door opened.

When Qin Zheng walked out, the aura he exuded made everyone turn their heads.

He stood in front of the mirror, craned his neck, and looked around casually. He didn't pose; he was very relaxed.

But it is precisely this relaxation that gives people a sense of undeniable weight.

The aura of someone in a superior position.

Qin Mao stared wide-eyed. Was the old man really that handsome?

This is the first time I've seen Qin Zheng with this kind of demeanor.

Qin Zheng nodded to Chen Zhixing.

"You have excellent taste."

Chen Zhixing bowed slightly, his face expressionless, but there was a very faint curve at the corner of his mouth.

"The clothes are nice, but more importantly, they are complemented by Mr. Qin's temperament."

He's a professional in the customization field. And, naturally, he knows how to flatter.

Otherwise, he wouldn't deserve a multi-million dollar annual salary.

"Take all the clothes he just picked out."

Qin Zheng was too lazy to try them all out.

"Swipe your card."

Qin Mao understood, took out the dark gold membership card, and handed it to the store manager.

Xue Qian accepted it respectfully with both hands.

The assistant had already pulled up the price list. She glanced down at it, and her breathing quickened instantly.

The list clearly states:

134 Dior ready-to-wear outfits: 18,236,000 yuan

Premium customization service fee: 3,012,312 yuan

Total price: 21,248,312 yuan

More than 21 million.

Xue Qian forgot to breathe.

She worked at Dior for eight years, and the biggest order she handled was worth over 13 million, made by the daughter of a tycoon.

That was the number one daily sales revenue in recent years.

Mr. Qin's original spending was only about ten million, but he was very generous. Other customers took away about a hundred sets of finished products, which immediately brought in ten million in sales.

After all, which family member would buy more than a hundred sets of clothes when they go out shopping?

And these 21 million will leave a significant mark on her resume.

She took a deep breath and gently swiped her Mokin card across the POS machine.

"drop."

"Payment successful, amount: 20,000,000 yuan."

Xue Qian kept her voice as steady as possible, "Dear Mr. Qin, I'll round down the price for you and also activate your Dior premium membership, valid at all Dior stores nationwide, which gives you a 20% discount on purchases."

Qin Mao stood to the side, and when he heard that number, he felt a pang of heartache.

Twenty million.

All the money he's ever earned in his life probably doesn't even amount to a fraction of what the store manager rounds down.

He carried steel bars on the construction site for three months and only earned 20,000 yuan.

Now, Dad has spent 21 million on just a few pieces of clothing.

If this had happened yesterday, he wouldn't have even dared to imagine it.

But he held his nerve.

There was no unusual expression on his face; he simply stood quietly with his back straight, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, and a forced smile on his face.

Qin Zheng's gaze swept across Qin Mao's face, and he immediately saw what the kid was thinking.

After all, no one knows a son better than his father. He has watched his child grow up since he was a child, and his thoughts are all written on his face.

It seems the second son's mindset hasn't changed at heart.

You feel bad about spending over 20 million? How will you spend even more money in the future? Become a rich second generation?

The thing he has no shortage of now is money.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine trillion, even ten or twenty generations wouldn't be able to spend it all.

The second son is unaware of how much money he has and is still being reserved.

We need to completely change this kid.

"Can I top up my account on this machine?"

Everyone was stunned by these words.

No, Mr. Qin, you just spent over 20 million and you already feel like you have no money left in your account?

Xue Qian remembered clearly that the balance displayed on the screen when she swiped her card was 80 million.

"Yes, Mr. Qin, the card readers at the Dihao store all have a top-up function."

Her voice sounded a little nervous, "How much are you planning to top up?"

Qin Zheng took out the black card and casually placed it on the table.

"Let's deposit another 100 million. The password is six eights."

He glanced at Qin Mao.

"I want to give my cat some confidence. I'm afraid he won't be able to stand up straight once he steps out of this door."

Qin Mao was dumbfounded, his lips moved but he didn't know what to say.

Is Dad that rich?

Also, is this a sign that he's disgusted by the pain he felt earlier?

Xue Qian paused for a moment, making sure Qin Zheng wasn't joking, then picked up the black card, swiped it, entered the numbers and password, and pressed confirm.

"drop."

"Recharge successful, amount: 100,000,000 yuan."

On the screen, the balance number jumped.

It went from 80 million to 180 million.

The room was so quiet you could hear someone breathing.

Who exactly is this wealthy old man in front of us?

Xue Qian boasted that she had received many prominent figures from various circles, but she had never met anyone like Qin Zheng.

He immediately asked to deposit 100 million yuan.

Manager's office.

Chen Fangyuan was holding a freshly brewed cup of tea, about to pour it for Ding Haifeng.

He saw the notification in the background that Qin Mao, the level 16 member, had recharged another 100 million.

He suddenly understood what Ding Haifeng meant by those words.

"Do you think he should go to the third floor?"

It's not that Ding Haifeng has high standards, it's that Chen Fangyuan's standards are really too narrow.