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

With a "ding," the elevator came to a stop on the tenth floor.

Li Li took the first step, and Qin Zihao followed.

The shop at the end of the corridor has a sign with large gilded characters: "Huixiang Pavilion".

The carved wooden door was wide open, and lively sounds came from inside.

The moment the door to the private room was pushed open, everyone's eyes turned to look at it.

"Hey, Li Li! You've finally arrived!"

A slick-looking young man approached and patted Li Li on the shoulder enthusiastically. His gaze then fell on Qin Zihao behind him, and he paused slightly, "This is... Qin Zihao?"

"Yes, Qin Zihao, an old classmate, do you still remember him?" Li Li smiled and ushered Qin Zihao inside so that everyone could see him clearly.

"I remember now. It's been so long, I forgot for a moment. It's my fault. I'll punish myself with three cups of wine later to apologize," the young man laughed heartily, his bold tone tinged with a hint of embarrassment.

Qin Zihao waved his hand and laughed, "We're classmates, there's no need for apologies. We haven't seen each other for many years, so it's understandable that we're a little estranged and can't remember each other for a moment."

"However, if you want to use this as an excuse to have a few more drinks, that's not out of the question."

These tactful words made everyone in the private room feel more at ease.

Someone joked, "I think Liu Qing just wants to take this opportunity to drink a few more glasses of wine. The wine here is very expensive; the cheapest one costs several thousand."

"To be honest, I want to too. If I miss this opportunity, I don't know if I'll ever have another chance like this." After he finished speaking, he turned to look at the crowd. "Don't you all want to?"

No one denies it.

The young man with the slicked-back hair, Liu Qing, felt he had been humiliated and could only nod in agreement with an awkward smile.

He already knew everything about the classmates attending the party. Apart from Zeng Ziming, no one present could compare to him in terms of clothing, job, or income; he should be the star of the party tonight!

Seeing Qin Zihao gain some attention, he was already displeased.

But he didn't say anything at this point; he simply returned to his original position.

Qin Zihao looked around.

The private room was large, with a long table in the center, already occupied by quite a few people. The air was filled with the fragrance of fine clothes and the sounds of laughter and conversation. He remembered most of these people, but after so many years, they had all changed somewhat.

Just as he was about to find a seat, Qin Zihao's gaze met the figure inside first.

Zeng Ziming was wearing a light-colored business suit today, her long hair casually draped over her shoulders. The naivety of her youth had faded, replaced by a more mature and sexy look. She was holding a wine glass and talking to the person next to her when she saw Qin Zihao enter, and her hand visibly paused.

The moment their eyes met, the noise in the private room seemed to fall silent for a moment.

"Qin Zihao?" Zeng Ziming spoke first, her voice filled with barely concealed surprise. "Is it really you? I almost didn't recognize you after all these years."

Qin Zihao nodded slightly: "Zeng Zimo, it's been a long time."

Zeng Ziming put down his wine glass, stood up and made room for him: "Qin Zihao, why don't you sit here? It's rare for old classmates to get together, so we should have a good chat today."

This treatment made several of Qin Zihao's old classmates glance at him a few more times.

Liu Qing leaned over and teased, "Wow, Miss Zeng is personally greeting you, Qin Zihao, you've got quite the influence. We didn't get this treatment when we arrived."

When he greeted Zeng Ziming earlier, the other party was lukewarm, and he assumed that the other party treated everyone the same. Now, seeing that she seemed to care quite a bit about Qin Zihao, his displeasure grew even stronger.

Zeng Ziming ignored Liu Qing and instead looked at Qin Zihao: "How have you been these past few years? I heard there was some trouble in your family?"

Liu Qing stood there awkwardly, her face already showing anger.

Qin Zihao is just a down-on-his-luck kid, so why does he deserve Zeng Zimo's favor?

Qin Zihao did not refuse. After taking a seat, he said in a calm tone, "Well, it's in the past."

Upon hearing this, the people in the private room couldn't help but exchange glances.

The fact that Qin Zihao's father had failed in business and owed the bank one million yuan was originally known only to a few people, but it spread again among classmates because of the class reunion.

Everyone present now knows about this.

Zeng Ziming and Qin Zihao became close friends in high school.

Later, everyone learned that Zeng Ziming was only temporarily studying there, and after the college entrance examination, he returned to Beijing, and his family was quite wealthy.

Everyone thought that the matter was over and that the two would never cross paths again.

But judging from Zeng Ziming's behavior now, something seems off.

Could it be that the two are still in contact?

Liu Qing coughed lightly: "Qin Zihao, Zeng Ziming wanted to help you out of consideration for your classmate, and you're so ungrateful?"

Qin Zihao slightly raised his eyes and said calmly, "It's not that I don't appreciate it, it's that I don't need it."

Liu Qing wanted to say something more sarcastic, but Zeng Ziming changed the subject first: "Now that everyone is here, I'll tell them to serve the food so they don't have to wait too long and go hungry."

"Waiter, the food is ready."

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The waiter quickly served the dishes.

A table laden with exquisite dishes, the aroma of wine filling the air.

After a few rounds of drinks, everyone started talking freely.

Liu Qing, holding her wine glass, looked at Qin Zihao and suddenly asked, "By the way, Qin Zihao, where are you working now? How's your income?"

The question was direct, and the private room fell silent for a moment as everyone's eyes turned to Qin Zihao.

Qin Zihao didn't want to reveal his identity, and simply said, "It's not convenient to talk about work right now."

Liu Qing wouldn't let it go, pressing further: "Can't you say? What about your income? How much do you earn a month?"

Or are you currently unemployed?

Qin Zihao simply shook his head.

He really didn't know how to answer.

He has only recently taken over as chairman of Genting Building, and his grandfather's investments were too large.

He had seen the profit forecast report given by Jiang Zhe, the general manager of the risk department. The group's profits were negative for the first two months and only turned positive in the third month.

His income depends on the profits of the Zhenshi Group and Genting Tower.

Therefore, it is true that there was no salary for the first two months.

However, his head-shaking gesture was misunderstood by others as him being unemployed.

The way everyone looked at him suddenly took on a more ambiguous and indescribable meaning.

"So Qin Zihao really doesn't have a job."

"Well, no wonder. Jobs are hard to find these days, and the family is in so much debt. They're not going to recover anytime soon."

When Liu Qing realized that her words had put Qin Zihao in a difficult position, her displeasure dissipated considerably.

Holding his wine glass, he said slowly, "Qin Zihao, if you ask me, not having a job isn't anything shameful. Everyone has their ups and downs."

His words, though seemingly magnanimous, actually reaffirmed Qin Zihao's "unemployment" status.

At this moment, someone asked curiously, "By the way, Liu Qing, what are you doing right now?"

This was exactly what Liu Qing was waiting for.

He waved his hand modestly, "My job is so-so. I'm currently in foreign trade. When business is good, I make about 100,000 a month."

"Over 100,000?!"