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

The moment those words were spoken, the entire room erupted in uproar!

Qin Mao, who was following closely behind Qin Zheng, suddenly stiffened, his scalp tingled, and a strong sense of panic rose in his heart.

real estate?!

A trillion-dollar real estate investment project?!

He stiffened his neck, slowly raised his head, and met Qin Zheng's eyes, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling, as Qin Zheng turned his head to look at him.

The moment their eyes met, Qin Mao shrank back sharply, his heart sinking.

Oh no! It's coming for him!

He instantly understood what the old man was thinking!

Dad isn't planning to leave Qin Zihao to clean up the mess he casually made up; instead, he's preparing to let Qin Zihao take full responsibility for it!

At this moment, Qin Mao felt like crying but had no tears left, and wished he could slap himself twice on the spot.

What a waste of his time at a perfectly good press conference!

With official confirmation in hand, reporters frantically took photos and recorded the event, maximizing the buzz. Qin Zheng said no more, leading everyone to their vehicles for the return journey, the convoy speeding away from the airport.

……

That evening, at the Qin family's old residence.

The dinner was a pleasant affair, and no one mentioned the investment project from the daytime.

After everyone finished their meal and the servants had tidied up, Qin Zheng spoke to Qin Mao privately and called him into the study.

The antique-style study was filled with the aroma of tea, creating a tranquil atmosphere.

Qin Mao entered the room with a hidden agenda, a smile plastered on his face, and immediately offered to decline, his attitude incredibly smooth.

"Dad, I know about what happened at the airport during the day! It's a trillion-dollar real estate investment project. The scale is too big and the size is too heavy. I'm afraid I can't handle it."

"Zihao is the rightful chairman of Zhenshi Group. He should be in charge of all the group's affairs, big and small. Such a massive trillion-dollar project should be handed over to Zihao for full responsibility. I won't get involved!"

He was determined not to take over the business and just wanted to wash his hands of it and move on.

Qin Zheng sat calmly in front of the tea table. Upon hearing this, he raised an eyebrow slightly, but did not argue. He simply took out his phone and opened a replay video of the live stream.

The video footage is clear and shows the scene from the Zhenshi Group's public press conference a while ago.

In the footage, facing a barrage of tricky questions from the media, Qin Mao stood on the stage, full of vigor and confidence, publicly promising to implement a massive investment of trillions of yuan to give back to the local community. His tone was firm and resounding.

The video audio came through clearly, echoing in the quiet study.

After the playback ended, Qin Zheng put away his phone, looked up at Qin Mao, whose face was stiff, and smiled slightly, speaking in a calm and unhurried tone.

"Hey, take a look."

"You said those things in public yourself. A real man keeps his word; what he says, he should do. This project should be taken over by you."

"Furthermore, Zihao manages the entire group, and his workload is overwhelming; he simply can't spare the time. As an elder and his uncle, isn't it reasonable for you not to help him out and share the burden?"

Qin Mao's face instantly turned completely black, and he looked utterly hopeless. He hurriedly tried to explain himself.

"Dad! That was a special case! There was no one there to support us or take charge. I only offered my support out of obligation to save face for the Qin family! It wasn't my own idea at all!"

"Besides, Qinghe and I were planning to go on our honeymoon after the wedding to relax. If I take on such a massive trillion-dollar project, spending every day on the construction site, liaising with government officials, and coordinating planning, how will I have time to go out? I simply won't be able to leave!"

Qin Zheng picked up his teacup, took a small sip of the warm tea, his expression calm and his tone resolute.

"That's why I made you take charge yourself. Zihao's project is worth tens of trillions, far exceeding your trillion-dollar real estate. How can you bear to push it onto your nephew and not help?"

A casual remark, yet it struck Qin Mao like a thunderclap.

Qin Mao's pupils widened suddenly, his breath hitched, and his face was filled with disbelief as he asked in a trembling voice, "How...how much? A project worth tens of trillions?!"

He was completely dumbfounded.

The trillion-yuan project was already the ceiling in his mind, enough to shake the economic landscape of the entire Jiangnan Province.

Trillions of dollars?

This is no longer just a simple commercial project; it's a massive undertaking that could influence the entire national economic landscape!

He always thought his family was wealthy and powerful, but he never dreamed that his father's actions would be so terrifying!

Tens of trillions—what does that even mean?!

Qin Mao couldn't even imagine it.

Seeing his exaggerated reaction, Qin Zheng chuckled, took a small sip of tea, and spoke in a nonchalant tone, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"What? Never seen money before? It's just a few trillion, nothing special. There's no need to make such a fuss."

Small amount of money?

Are trillions of dollars a small amount?

Qin Mao's mouth gaped open, completely frozen in place, his mind blank, his throat bobbing for a long time, unable to utter a single word.

He simply cannot equate the concepts of "trillions" with "small change".

Shock, astonishment, speechless.

He remained stunned for a full half minute, completely losing his confidence to refuse. With a bitter face, he reluctantly and silently accepted the heavy responsibility of the trillion-yuan real estate project.

There was no other way; his nephew's projects were worth tens of trillions of dollars, and as his uncle, he really couldn't bear to shirk and abandon this "small" trillion-dollar investment.

Qin Zheng laughed with pleasure when he saw the second son's embarrassed state of being forced to accept the relationship.

...

the other side.

After washing up, Qin Zihao sat down at his desk, intending to open the group's back-end system to check the various work reports and project progress that had accumulated at Zhenshi Group during this period.

The phone screen suddenly lit up, and a WeChat message popped up from Li Li, a high school classmate whom I hadn't contacted in a long time.

[Zihao, are you free tonight?]

Our high school classmates organized a small reunion. It was arranged by Miss Zeng Ziming, who recently returned to Jiangnan, specifically to see us old classmates.

I know you're in Jiangnan right now, want to come join the fun? If you do, send me your address and I'll drive over and pick you up!

Li Li knew a little about Qin Zihao's family situation, which is why he personally offered to drive Qin Zihao to pick him up.

Zeng Zimo.

Upon seeing these three words, Qin Zihao's finger, which was swiping the screen, suddenly stopped, and his movement froze in mid-air.

High school memories, long buried for years, suddenly flooded back to me like a tidal wave.

Deep in my memory, the image of that girl in a clean blue and white school uniform, with delicate features, a gentle and healing smile, and an elegant temperament in every smile and frown, clearly emerges in my mind.

That was the purest and most unforgettable background color of his entire youth.

Hearing this name again after so many years inevitably stirred up a lot of emotions in Qin Zihao's heart.

The phone screen remained lit, but there was still no reply from the other end, so Li Li sent another message to inquire.

[Zihao? Are you there? Reply to this message if you see it, are you going or not?]

After a brief moment of distraction, Qin Zihao slowly came back to his senses. His eyes flickered slightly, and his fingertips landed on the screen, gently tapping to type a word.

【go.】