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

At 6 p.m., Qin Jianjun clocked out of the company, ate a shared meal at his usual spot, and then started taking Didi rides as usual.

Normally, you can earn over a hundred yuan by running until one or two o'clock.

There was no way around it; the family's financial pressure was too great, so great that he couldn't even sleep soundly.

I owe the bank over a million yuan, and I have to pay several thousand yuan in interest every month.

The couple's relationship had also deteriorated. Every time he spoke to his wife, Zhao Lin, they would start arguing after only a few words.

"I can't live like this anymore."

He had nothing to refute; he really couldn't make ends meet anymore.

They haven't divorced yet because their daughter, An'an, is still a junior in college, and they want to wait until she graduates before going to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the divorce stamped.

His second brother, Qin Mao, still owed him over 300,000 yuan, and he knew he probably couldn't count on getting that money back.

The second son hasn't paid back the money on time for three months; he's probably on the verge of starvation.

He dared not even think about his father.

My father took out all his savings for his funeral and is currently looking for a job to help him.

He didn't want Qin Zheng to work so hard.

He can only run a little more.

I ran from 6:30 to 10:30, four hours, and completed nine orders, making a profit of 107 yuan.

After deducting the cost of gas, it will cost about sixty yuan.

There are still more than three hours until 2 o'clock, so I can still complete many orders.

Qin Jianjun yawned, his vision a little blurry. He rubbed his eyes, started the car, and headed to the next customer's pick-up point.

There were many cars on the road, and the continuous headlights made his eyes even more blurry.

He blinked, trying to focus his gaze.

In that instant, everything went white for a moment.

He instinctively turned the steering wheel to the right.

"Bang!"

The massive impact helped Qin Jianjun regain his sight.

His Corolla collided with the front right side of another car near its left front wheel.

The car was much bigger than his, black, with a long hood, its hood was knocked up, its left headlight was shattered, its bumper was hanging crookedly to one side, and coolant was gushing onto the ground, forming a puddle.

Qin Jianjun recognized the car logo.

Benz.

It’s over.

Inside the Mercedes, screams and curses mingled together.

The car door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in his forties staggered out, his left hand covering his forehead, blood seeping from between his fingers, running down his cheek and dripping onto the collar of his white shirt, instantly staining it red.

"Fuck your mother! How do you drive?"

He yelled in Carola's direction.

A disheveled woman got out of the passenger seat, clutching her arm, her face filled with terror.

The back door opened, and a young man helped an elderly woman with pale lips out of the car.

"Dad! Are you alright? Your head is covered in blood!" the young man shouted at the middle-aged man.

"Call 120 quickly!" the woman screamed.

After calling 120, the young man walked to the window of the Corolla.

"Get out of the car! How the hell do you drive?"

The car windows were smashed repeatedly, and the entire car door was shaking.

"Do you even know how much this car cost? Can you afford to pay for it?!"

"Let me tell you, if anything happens to my dad, I'll make you regret it!"

"Call your insurance company! Call your car insurance company right now! Hurry!"

Qin Jianjun sat in the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands, staring blankly at the incandescent headlights in the distance.

insurance?

His insurance was suspended three months ago.

To save the 800 yuan monthly insurance premium, he canceled his car insurance.

The compulsory traffic accident liability insurance is still valid, but the coverage amount is not even enough to repair the car, let alone compensate people.

Qin Jianjun's vision went black.

The traffic police arrived very quickly.

The accident scene was cordoned off with barriers, and two traffic police officers were taking photos and contacting the traffic control center.

Qin Jianjun stood beside his car, completely bewildered.

Looking at the Mercedes that had been hit and the injured family,

He knew that his life was completely over.

The traffic police retrieved the surveillance footage from the intersection.

In the footage, Qin Jianjun's Corolla is driving normally on a two-way four-lane road, while a Mercedes-Benz is approaching normally from the opposite lane.

Then the Corolla's front end suddenly veered to the left, and the car crossed the center line.

"You changed lanes without authorization and crossed the double solid lines. You bear full responsibility for the accident."

The traffic policeman closed his notebook.

Qin Jianjun opened his mouth, but said nothing.

"Should we settle this privately or through official channels?" the traffic police officer asked.

"I..."

Qin Jianjun's voice was dry and hoarse, with a trembling sound that suggested he was on the verge of collapse.

"I owe the bank over a million yuan, and I don't have the money to pay it back."

The traffic policeman glanced at him and spoke in a professionally indifferent tone.

"That means it's male."

The family that was hit was still waiting for the ambulance when the driver heard the words "no money to pay" and, despite the excruciating pain in his head, he started cursing again.

"No money? You drive without insurance? Are you a deadbeat? Check his points; if he's driving illegally, he'll get extra time in jail!"

"Let me tell you, I make a million a year, I don't need your pittance! You can just wait to go to jail!"

"Two million..."

Qin Jianjun repeated the number to himself.

Has he ever seen two million in his entire life?

The more than one million yuan owed to the bank, plus the more than ten thousand yuan borrowed by the second son, plus the mortgage.

The total amount he owes is about two million.

But he couldn't produce it.

They can't afford a single penny.

Following procedure, the traffic police took administrative detention measures against Qin Jianjun.

The person was not handcuffed, but was put into a police car.

"Call the family members," the traffic policeman said from the front.

Qin Jianjun took out his phone, dialed a number, and it rang for a long time before being answered.

Qin Jianjun said, "It was a car accident, I'm fully responsible, and I have to pay two million in compensation."

On the other end of the phone, there was silence at first, then a suppressed sob, and finally a heart-wrenching cry.

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Guanlan Pavilion, the top-tier private room.

Zhao Lin's sobs came through the phone receiver, sounding particularly jarring in the quiet private room.

Qin Zheng held his phone, his expression unchanged.

"I understand." His voice was calm. "Don't worry, I'll go pick up the boss and take him home."

The phone hangs up.

Qin Mao stood there, stunned. "Something happened to my brother?"

Su Xiaowan stood to the side, her expression changing slightly, but she remained calm.

She reminded him, "Mr. Qin, Li Jun is your personal driver; you can have him give you a ride."

Qin Zheng nodded and stood up.

"Kitty, checkout."

Qin Mao realized what was happening and took out his membership card.

Manager Zhou took the card with both hands and swiped it on the POS machine.

"Payment successful. Amount: 88,800 yuan."

He glanced down at the card, his eyes suddenly becoming unfocused.

The card has a dark gold finish with two traditional Chinese characters printed in the upper right corner: 拾捌 (Shi Ba).

Level 18.

The highest level of membership at the Emperor of the Human Realm.

Manager Zhou's hands trembled slightly; this was the first time their store had served customers of this caliber.

If word got out, wouldn't the store manager brag about this on social media for the rest of his life?

He looked up, intending to offer some words of flattery, but Qin Zheng had already walked out of the private room.

Su Xiaowan watched the Maybach disappear at the end of the private passage.

She took a deep breath, and her tense nerves completely relaxed.

My phone vibrated.

Go to the general manager's office.

Su Xiaowan's heart jumped again.

The Maybach stopped at the dedicated driveway stairs and slowly descended.

Qin Zheng sat in the back seat, holding the new phone in his hand. The screen displayed the address sent by Zhao Lin.

Wanning Traffic Police Brigade.

"Li Jun, go to the Wanning Traffic Police Brigade."

"Yes, Mr. Qin."

The car drove out of the private lane of the Emperor Mansion, once again attracting the attention of passersby.

The three-pointed star emblem on the front of the car gleamed under the streetlights, and the traffic on both sides of the main road unconsciously made way for it.

Fifteen minutes later, the car stopped in front of the traffic police brigade.

The police officer on duty was playing on his phone when he heard a noise outside the door and looked up.

A black sedan came to a smooth stop at the entrance. The door opened, and two people got out.

The old man walking in front had a calm expression and exuded an aura of authority.

The middle-aged man was tall and dressed in a suit and tie, exuding an equally imposing presence.

The police officers were on high alert.

Having worked in the provincial capital for so many years, he may not have any other skills, but he has a good eye for people.

The clothes these two were wearing cost at least several hundred thousand yuan, and they were driving a Maybach. Their appearance at the traffic police station at this time suggests that something big must have happened.

He stood up, his tone more cautious. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"My older brother was in a car accident and I heard he's been detained here," Qin Mao said.

What is your older brother's name?

"Qin Jianjun".

The police officer nodded and turned to walk inside.

He picked up the notebook and looked at it. There was indeed a man named Qin Jianjun in the station who had come in an hour ago.

The accident liability has been determined; the perpetrator is fully responsible.

The party at fault could not provide compensation, and the other party refused to settle out of court. In accordance with procedure, they were temporarily detained pending trial.

The police officer's gaze swept back and forth between Qin Zheng and Qin Mao.

This doesn't seem like a poor family.

"Indeed, a man named Qin Jianjun, 42 years old, is temporarily detained in the detention center. He was driving a Toyota Corolla and collided with a Mercedes-Benz on the Emerald Garden section of the road. According to the surveillance footage, Qin Jianjun crossed the double solid lines and changed lanes without authorization, and bears full responsibility for the accident."

He looked down.

"The driver of the car that was hit is named Sun Deming, 45 years old. He has an open wound on his forehead that requires eight stitches, and he also has a mild concussion. He will be observed in the hospital for a week. There were also three family members in the car, all of whom had abrasions of varying degrees. The Mercedes-Benz was severely damaged, with the preliminary damage assessment at around 800,000 yuan."

After understanding what had happened, Qin Zheng asked, "What are their demands?"

The police officers reviewed the scene report.

"The other driver's original demand was a private settlement of two million. But..."

He looked up, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"According to the records we found, Qin Jianjun has more than one million yuan in debt, and his car insurance was stopped three months ago, leaving only compulsory traffic accident liability insurance."

"After he personally said he had no money to pay, the car owner changed his tune and said he wanted to handle it officially."

The police officer closed the case file and looked at Qin Zheng again.

This time, he's at a loss.

A person who owes millions in debt, yet his family arrives in a Maybach?

Qin Zheng's expression remained calm.

Business is business. Problems that can be solved with money aren't problems.

"Officer, could you please contact the car owner and ask for their bank card number?"

"Okay...okay."

The police officer was stunned for a moment, then quickly picked up the phone, found Sun Deming's contact information, and dialed the number.

The phone rang three times before being answered.

"Hello, is this Mr. Sun Deming?"

"It's me, who is this?" The voice on the other end of the phone was weak and nasal, as if the person was enduring pain.

"I am Wang Qing, a police officer from the Wanning Traffic Police Brigade. Regarding your traffic accident tonight, the family of the party at fault, Qin Jianjun, has arrived and agreed to a settlement of two million yuan. If it's convenient, please provide your bank account number; they want to transfer the money to you to settle this matter privately."

There was silence for a few seconds on the other end of the phone.

Then came a cold laugh.

"Settle it privately?"

Sun Deming lay on the hospital bed with his head wrapped in thick gauze. The left side of his face was swollen and his eyes were squeezed into slits.

His wife sat on the edge of the bed, her arms also covered in abrasions and large bruises.

"Didn't he say he couldn't come up with the money?"

Sun Deming's voice was filled with anger.

He recalled the dead face Qin Jianjun had described.

"I owe the bank over a million yuan, and I don't have the money to pay it back."

That expression, a mixture of despair and roguishness, made him angrier the more he thought about it.

He earns a hundred million a year, so he doesn't need those two million.

What angered him was that the other driver didn't have insurance, hit someone, said he had no money, and then thought he could just let it go?

"I don't want to settle this privately."

Sun Deming's voice turned cold.

"Let's take legal action."