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

The group found a coffee shop, sat down, and chatted for a long time.

The café has an elegant ambiance, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering views of the bustling streets of Beijing.

During this time, Liang Dong would intentionally or unintentionally say things like he wanted to help Qin Zihao, acting like an older brother taking good care of his younger brother.

One minute she'd ask Qin Zihao where he was staying and if he needed help finding a cheaper hotel; the next she'd say that housing prices in Beijing were high and that he shouldn't rush into buying a house, but should save some money to settle down first; every now and then she'd pat Qin Zihao on the shoulder and ask how his job search was going and if he needed any help finding one.

Qin Zihao remained calm throughout, occasionally nodding and smiling, without refuting or saying much.

He was long past the age of engaging in verbal sparring. To him, Liang Dong's words were like the buzzing of mosquitoes.

Zeng Ziming almost couldn't hold back several times while listening from the side, but she managed to suppress her anger.

She wanted to speak up several times, but seeing Qin Zihao's nonchalant attitude, she understood that he didn't take this little fuss seriously at all.

Meng Ting's attitude towards Qin Zihao was rather indifferent.

In her eyes, the other party was either rich or noble, but was just a peasant from outside who came to the capital. How could he be confused with them, the native people of the capital?

For this reason, she even signaled to Liang Dong several times with her eyes that he should stop.

However, what she didn't know was that in the circle Liang Dong frequented, he belonged to the lowest tier.

Other people's companies have assets worth tens of billions to hundreds of billions, but his family's is only worth a few billion.

In front of other young noblemen, he always looked inferior and flattered them with his head bowed.

He can't get a word in edgewise when others are talking; he can only be a supporting character when others organize gatherings; and he even has to rush to pay the bill at parties so as not to be kicked out of the group.

Now that he has finally met someone of lower status than him, and who is also Zeng Zimo's friend, he has no choice but to show off as much as possible, to make a good impression, and to satisfy the superiority complex he feels that he can't have.

Perhaps it was because he had been suppressed so much in the past few years that his boasting at this moment seemed particularly energetic, as he fully released his inner emotions.

Perhaps it was Qin Zihao's constant nodding and smiling throughout the process that led Liang Dong to mistakenly believe that the other person admired him greatly.

So when they parted, he put his arm around Qin Zihao's shoulder, patted his chest, and assured him, "Don't worry, I'll go back tonight and find someone for you. Don't worry about joining the Tenglong Chamber of Commerce!"

"By the way, since you're new here, how about I drive you back to your hotel?"

Liang Dong took out his car keys and pressed the unlock button. Two beeps sounded, and the parking light in the distance flickered twice.

It's easy to tell from the markings that this is a Porsche Panamera.

Liang Dong got into the driver's seat, rolled down the window, and gestured with his chin to Qin Zihao: "This Porsche Panamera of mine is worth 1.5 million. Want to try out what it's like to drive a million-dollar luxury car?"

"No need, I have a car," Qin Zihao said with a smile.

"Alright, since you don't want to, I won't force you. Zimo, shall I take you back?" Liang Dong assumed Qin Zihao was just being polite, so he didn't insist.

"I'll take Zimo home," Qin Zihao suddenly said.

Upon hearing this, Zeng Ziming's dormant heart suddenly awoke, and a blush rose to her cheeks:

"Um, Liang Dong, you take Meng Ting home first. Qin Zihao... he'll take me home."

"Hmm." Seeing that Zeng Ziming had spoken, Liang Dong didn't try to persuade him further.

He had just started his car when a luxury car that looked very expensive drove towards him.

After seeing the sign clearly, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Porsche 918 Spyder!"

Meng Ting asked curiously, "Is this car very expensive?"

Liang Dong said seriously, "It's very expensive! This car starts at over ten million!"

Whose car is this?

He slowed down and observed through the rearview mirror.

Then, he witnessed a scene he would never forget.

The Porsche 918 slowly came to a stop in front of Qin Zihao.

The car door opened, and a driver who looked like he could fight stepped out. He was dressed in a black suit, had a burly build, and was clearly dressed as a bodyguard.

The other person opened the back door, bowed respectfully, and gestured for him to get in: "Young master, please get in."

Liang Dong froze in the driver's seat.

Only then did he belatedly realize that Qin Zihao, whom he had always regarded as a working-class person, was definitely someone of great importance.

Luxury cars worth millions, drivers and bodyguards.

In their circle, no other young master or lady goes out with this kind of setup.

It's usually only young masters whose family companies are worth hundreds of billions who travel in luxury cars worth tens of millions and are escorted by bodyguards, like Qin Zihao.

This also means that Qin Zihao's social status is at least several levels higher than theirs.

Liang Dong's face flushed red as he recalled his elder brother's impassioned remarks.

He even wanted to be someone's big brother before? He might not even be qualified to be Qin Zihao's little brother.

Meng Ting was also stunned. She stood there for a while before she came to her senses and asked in a low voice:

"This car is here to pick up Qin Zihao? Doesn't that mean... Qin Zihao's status is unusual? How does it compare to Young Master Fang and the others?"

Fang Shao was the most high-society person she could get in touch with, so it was inevitable that she would make direct comparisons with him.

Liang Dong chuckled, his tone laced with self-deprecation: "Completely incomparable. They're worlds apart. Fang Shao's family company is only a little over 15 billion, a far cry from 100 billion."

"With Qin Zihao's connections, his family's company must have a market value of at least 100 billion, maybe even more..."

His hands, gripping the steering wheel, trembled slightly as he said this.

Looking back now, his "big brother helping the little brother" attitude just now seems like a clown showing off his skills in front of Guan Yu.

"Is it really that outrageous?" Meng Ting retorted instinctively, then saw Liang Dong nod heavily, his expression extremely serious.

She suddenly remembered that when Qin Zihao greeted her earlier, she didn't shake hands with him because she was annoyed, and Zeng Ziming seemed to have pinched her.

At the time, she thought Zeng Ziming was trying to persuade her to give him face, but now that she thinks about it, it's probably not that simple.

Zeng Ziming was probably implying to her that Qin Zihao's identity was extraordinary.

But because of that ridiculous sense of superiority, she missed a chance to hook up with a top young master.

Luxury cars worth tens of millions, bodyguards escorting him, a young master from a wealthy family with a net worth of hundreds of billions...

Such connections are something many people would kill for, yet she personally pushed them out.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Meng Ting's face turned pale and then red, and she was filled with remorse.

She could even imagine that if she had shaken hands with Qin Zihao earlier, or if Zeng Ziming had casually offered a suggestion, she might have already climbed this ladder to heaven.

But now, she doesn't even have the right to speak anymore.

As the car drove out of the mall parking lot, Liang Dong and Meng Ting remained silent, neither of them speaking.

The young man they had just dismissed as a peasant had become a mountain weighing on their hearts, making even their breathing heavier.

Meng Ting leaned back in her seat, repeatedly recalling every detail that had just happened.

She recalled Qin Zihao's gentle "Hello, Miss Meng," her own perfunctory attitude of not even extending a hand, and the obvious regret in Zeng Zimo's eyes when he secretly pinched her.

At that moment, she realized what she had missed.

Some opportunities seem unremarkable when they are presented to you, but only after they have slipped away do you realize that they were a gold mine.

And this golden mountain, along with the taillights of that Porsche 918, has now completely disappeared into the traffic flow of Beijing.

the other side.

Zeng Ziming sat in the back seat of the luxury car, very close to Qin Zihao.

She hesitated for a long time before finally mustering her courage to say, "Qin Zihao, there's nothing between Gu Tao and me. He is indeed pursuing me, but I don't like him."

Upon hearing this, Qin Zihao's heart skipped a beat, and he then said in a low voice, "Then I apologize. It seems I misunderstood you."

"It's nothing. I should thank you. Because of you, Gu Tao has stopped clinging to me." Zeng Ziming's voice was a little soft, as if he was afraid the driver in front would hear him.

"You're welcome." Qin Zihao suddenly blurted out this sentence, not knowing what else to say.

Then the two fell silent.

Lu Zheng, who was driving in front, glanced at his young master through the rearview mirror and saw that the corners of his mouth were turned up very high.

It seems the young master really cares about this girl.

-

The vehicle was parked in front of a small villa.

Before getting out of the car, Zeng Ziming thought about this parting and whether they would have the chance to meet again, so she mustered up her courage again, looked at Qin Zihao, and invited him:

"It's getting late, why don't you come over for a bit? It's almost dinnertime, you can eat there before heading back?"

Qin Zihao was still thinking about what excuse to use to get closer to Zeng Ziming when he heard that Zeng Ziming had invited him to his home. He nodded.

"Alright, then I'll take my leave!"