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

dong dong dong.

A knock sounded at the door. Without looking up, Qin Zihao called out, "Come in."

The study door opened, and Chen Zhi walked forward, bowing respectfully: "Young Master, do you need your makeup and hair done?"

"Yeah, I'm attending a high school reunion tonight. Keep it simple," Qin Zihao casually instructed, putting down the documents he was looking at.

For this level of gathering, making it too formal or too fashionable is actually not a good idea.

When Chen Zhixing heard about the "high school reunion" and thought about the Qin family's hidden wealth and their frugality in raising their children and grandchildren, he understood what kind of "ordinary" makeup and styling Qin Zihao wanted.

He didn't rush to move, but first bowed slightly and said, "Young Master, where is the wardrobe? Let me see if you have any suitable clothes. If not, I'll have someone bring over a set of casual clothes."

"This way." Qin Zihao stood up and led Chen Zhixing into his wardrobe room.

This room, though called a "wardrobe," is actually a floor-to-ceiling wardrobe that runs along one entire wall. Pushing open one of the doors reveals a row of neatly arranged clothes.

Chen Zhixing glanced around and landed on one of the navy blue casual suits. He then picked out a pair of soft, dark-colored casual trousers and paired them with a pair of simple casual leather shoes.

"Young Master, do you think this outfit suits you? The colors are harmonious, the cut is neat, it's formal without being overly formal, and casual without being undignified."

Qin Zihao took it, looked at himself in the mirror, and nodded: "This one will do."

He changed his clothes and straightened his collar in front of the mirror.

The person in the mirror has handsome features, but his eyes and brows exude an indescribable calm and composure, showing no trace of the impetuousness of an ordinary young person.

Chen Zhixing observed from the side, nodding inwardly.

This outfit looks ordinary, but on Qin Zihao, it exudes a calm and noble air.

"Alright, go ahead and get busy." Qin Zihao waved his hand.

"Yes." Chen Zhixing bowed and withdrew.

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Shortly after, a Lamborghini worth tens of millions of yuan drove out of Longhu Manor and headed straight for the main road.

The car traveled smoothly through several streets before finally coming to a stop outside a somewhat old and run-down neighborhood.

It is indeed a happy little garden.

"Just get off here," Qin Zihao, sitting in the back seat, said to Lu Zheng, who was driving.

"Yes!" Lu Zheng glanced at Qin Zihao, who was dressed plainly, through the rearview mirror and understood. He then drove the Lamborghini into the shadows on the side and stared intently at Qin Zihao at the bus stop through the car window.

As the head of the Qin family's bodyguard team, he had to ensure Qin Zihao's safety.

As this Lamborghini, worth tens of millions of yuan, passed by the entrance of the residential area, it immediately attracted countless stares.

Several elderly people sat under a tree, fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans to cool off. The owner of the barbecue stall looked up while flipping meat skewers. Customers waiting to pick up their food and passersby couldn't help but glance at the gleaming, sleek luxury car.

"Wow, what kind of car is this? It doesn't look cheap." An old man who was cooling off squinted and clicked his tongue in amazement.

A young man next to him, who was scrolling through his phone, looked up, glanced at the license plate and logo, and his eyes lit up immediately:

"This isn't just expensive! Look, this is a Lamborghini, this model starts at least in the tens of millions!"

"Tens of millions?!"

Upon hearing this, everyone around gasped in shock.

"Are you kidding me? Ten million for just one car?"

"This is enough for us to buy more than a dozen houses here!"

The crowd started talking all at once, and the way they looked at the car changed.

Just then, an older woman stared at the car for a while, then suddenly muttered, "Isn't that Qin Zihao, the grandson of the Qin family?"

"Old Huang, aren't you neighbors with Old Qin? Do you know what happened to them?"

Everyone turned to look at the old man in the vest—Old Huang.

Old Huang shook his head with a wry smile: "Old Qin's family left so quickly, I didn't even have time to ask."

"Aren't you curious? Why don't you call and ask?" Another middle-aged woman, cracking sunflower seeds, leaned over, her eyes constantly glancing towards the luxury car. "What if the Qin family really becomes rich? Wouldn't you be able to get some benefits too?"

"That's a luxury car worth ten million, and it even comes with a driver. The Qin family must be very wealthy; they might even know some chairmen and general managers of state-owned enterprises."

"If we could get the Qin family to speak up and say a few words to those people, wouldn't our child's life be secure?"

Upon hearing this, the others immediately joined in the commotion.

"Yeah, yeah, why don't you call and ask?"

"Old Huang, you and the Qin family are old neighbors, only you would dare to ask such a question."

Everyone wanted to ride on Qin Zheng's coattails to secure a bright future for their own children.

Old Huang originally wanted to refuse, but then he thought of his own child and became conflicted.

"I know Qin's personality; he's the kind of person who's willing to lend a hand. As for Huang, as long as you tell him your kids are having trouble, he'll definitely help you," someone whispered in his ear.

"Old Huang, I remember your son has a girlfriend, right? When are you going to talk about marriage?" A kind-hearted middle-aged woman came up to him.

"Marrying such a beautiful girl isn't easy. Do you have a house, a car, and money? Or a decent job to guarantee your future?"

"If you don't have either, why would such a beautiful girl like her marry into your family? You agree, right?"

These words struck a chord with Lao Huang.

He had met his son's girlfriend; she was indeed beautiful, quiet, and clearly a well-mannered girl.

He and his wife both liked him very much and had privately asked their son when he was getting married.

The son simply said, "It hasn't come to that yet."

"Not at that stage" has many meanings.

Perhaps they had only known each other for a short time, or perhaps it was something the woman wanted that their family couldn't afford...

The more Lao Huang thought about it, the more suffocated he felt.

He looked up, his gaze falling on the young figure standing outside the courtyard. He gritted his teeth and finally stood up: "Making a call is too abrupt. Why don't we ask Old Qin's grandson first?"

He composed himself and walked towards Qin Zihao.

"Zihao!" Old Huang approached, forcing a friendly smile, trying to appear as natural as possible. "Is something wrong that you're back so late?"

Qin Zihao recognized Grandpa Huang, who had watched him grow up, and replied with a light laugh, "Grandpa Huang! I'm waiting for someone."

Old Huang rubbed his hands together, hesitated for a moment, and then cautiously asked, "Zihao, has your family... struck it rich recently? That car I saw earlier didn't look cheap."

Qin Zihao glanced at the neighbors craning their necks to look in their direction at the entrance of the community, and immediately understood what was going on.

He didn't mean to boast; he just smiled lightly and said casually, "My great-grandfather left my grandfather some savings, which I only found out about recently."

Old Huang nodded: "Oh, I see. People in the neighborhood have been guessing your family has struck it rich, and it seems it's true."

He paused, then tentatively asked, "So, Zihao, where have you moved to now?"

Qin Zihao replied truthfully, "I moved to the Longhu area."

"Longhu!" Old Huang exclaimed in surprise. "Property prices there aren't cheap, are they?"

"Yeah, it is a bit pricey." Qin Zihao smiled.

Longhu Manor cost a full 1 billion yuan.

Old Huang took these words as mere modesty from a young man, unaware that behind the phrase "a hundred million is expensive" lay an astronomical figure that most people couldn't earn in several lifetimes.

Just as Qin Zihao was about to say something more, he suddenly saw a BMW slowly pull up to the side of the road and honk its horn twice.

As the car window rolled down, a familiar face popped out, gesturing with its chin as if to say:

"Qin Zihao, get in the car! The party's about to start! We're just waiting for you!"

It's Li Li.

"Coming," Qin Zihao replied, then turned to Old Huang. "Grandpa Huang, I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."

"Okay, okay, you're busy, you're busy." Old Huang smiled helplessly as he watched Qin Zihao turn and walk towards the BMW.

He stood there, watching that figure recede into the distance, and a feeling he couldn't quite put into words suddenly welled up inside him.

Qin Zihao has changed.

Although it was still the same face and the same amiable demeanor, the aura he exuded was exceptionally frightening.

Old Huang could clearly feel that there was a thick wall between them.

This is also why he didn't dare to ask about anything else—his purpose was too obvious, too abrupt, too opportunistic, and would only annoy people.

As Qin Zihao got into another car and left, the people in the neighborhood swarmed around him.

"Old Huang, did you get any results? Where do they live?"

"Is that car really theirs?"

"Old Huang, say something!"

Surrounded by the crowd, Lao Huang could only awkwardly shake his head and laugh awkwardly as he faced their barrage of questions.

"Qin Zihao only mentioned that their new house is in Longhu. That's all..."

"That's all?" The older woman scoffed, "They're afraid we poor neighbors will come knocking, so they're being careful. Otherwise, they wouldn't even dare say where they live?"

"It seems the Qin family isn't all that great. We're all neighbors, and when they were in trouble, everyone helped them out. Now that they're doing well, they don't seem to care about us either."

These words were harsh, and Old Huang's face immediately darkened.

He snorted coldly, looked at the middle-aged woman, and said in a voice that was neither loud nor soft:

"Help him out? When Qin Jianjun was in debt, did you lend him money? You were the one who looked down on him the most back then, and now you have the nerve to say that?"

"I know Qin Zheng's character. He's definitely not the kind of person who forgets kindness. He remembers everyone who has helped the Qin family. But if someone tries to come up to you for no reason and ask for favors..."

Old Huang paused, his tone growing colder, "Hmph, I advise you to give up on this idea, or you'll be the ones who end up looking bad!"

After saying that, Old Huang snorted coldly, turned around and left, leaving everyone looking at each other in bewilderment.

The woman, feeling humiliated, blushed and grumbled at Old Huang's retreating figure, "So what if he has a few stinking coins? Who cares!"

"The son only withdrew the money after owing the bank nearly a million yuan. We still don't know if the Qin family's money was obtained cleanly!"

The others remained silent, their faces showing thoughtful expressions.