Chapter 137: The World of the Rich Is Beyond Our Understanding

The distance from Beijing to Tianjin Port is approximately 170 kilometers.

Qin Yun checked the navigation route and decided to take a taxi instead; using public transport would be too inconvenient.

Just as Qin Yun and Su Huan got into a taxi heading for Tianjin Port, a foreigner also learned of him.

Ireland, Emerald Valley.

This was a skateboard base privately built by Aiden Murphy, used not only for training and competitions but also as his business venue.

Since he broke the world record for longboard downhill five years ago, he had created this place.

On one hand, he earned money through his fame; on the other, he aimed to expand the influence of skateboarding. In Ireland alone, there were no fewer than three events named after him, bringing him annual earnings of up to five million pounds.

Despite his fame and fortune, Aiden Murphy did not slack off; he continued training and attempted each year to break his own world record.

His last attempt was back in March this year, when he failed and suffered severe injuries—three broken ribs and a fractured left leg.

Fortunately, his recovery went smoothly; after nearly eight months, his body had gradually returned to peak condition.

Yet this failure changed his mindset.

At thirty-eight, was it still worth pushing himself in such an extreme sport? After all, the record was his own—why exert so much effort?

One excuse after another battered his inner resolve, leaving him torn.

He had lost count of the injuries he'd sustained during longboard downhill runs.

His wife complained; his child was heartbroken.

Yet beneath his fame and success, he felt restless—no one else could truly experience the thrill of breaking a record.

This pursuit was beyond ordinary understanding.

"Aiden! Aiden!"

Lucas's voice was urgent and frantic.

With a loud bang, the office door burst open and a burly man rushed in.

Aiden Murphy rubbed his forehead, speechless: "Lucas, if you keep this up, I'll have to replace this door again."

"Aiden, something terrible has happened," Lucas said, his face tense. "Your record has been broken."

Aiden Murphy's expression froze. He snapped his head up to look at Lucas: "What did you say?"

"Your record has been broken," Lucas repeated.

"What record?" Aiden Murphy felt a bad premonition but asked anyway—he had set many records in skateboarding.

Lucas said: "Your longboard downhill record—143 km/h—has been broken by a Chinese man."

Aiden Murphy's heart lurched. His body stiffened; his eyes grew distant. After a long silence, he exhaled deeply, slumping back in his chair—his previously uncertain heart now hardened with resolve.

Seeing his friend's state, Lucas anxiously asked: "Aiden, what do we do now?"

"Don't rush, Lucas," Aiden Murphy waved his hand. "Records are meant to be broken—it's just a matter of time."

"Will it affect us?"

"Affect us?" Aiden Murphy smiled. "What difference could it make?"

"Show me the video of the Chinese man breaking the record."

Lucas immediately opened the video clip on his phone and handed it to Aiden: "This guy is a Chinese outdoor enthusiast who mainly streams online. When he broke the record yesterday, his live stream had 2. million concurrent viewers."

Aiden took the phone and sucked in a sharp breath.

"That many people?"

Ireland's entire population was only seven million—this number meant one-third of the country had been watching his livestream.

"What can you do? The Chinese are so numerous, they could drown Ireland with a single spit."

Shaking his head, Aiden clicked play and watched.

The video was short—just one or two minutes—but the camera cuts were as polished as professional editing.

With his professional expertise, he could roughly estimate the rider's speed without a speedometer, though not with perfect precision.

He pointed at Qin Yun's goggles: "Red Bull?"

"Yeah, sponsored by Red Bull. Unsurprisingly, they'll submit this record to Guinness."

Aiden Murphy nodded. Red Bull had long partnered with Guinness.

Ordinary people faced a complicated process to get Guinness certification—they needed official witnesses. But Red Bull, as a partner, had the right to certify records directly.

Thus, his Guinness record was now definitively overwritten.

"Impressive," Aiden Murphy watched the video repeatedly, genuinely praising it. "I even feel this wasn't his limit."

"Why are you praising him?"

"Because I'm grateful to him," Aiden returned the phone to Lucas, smiling calmly. "I'm going to challenge him—to break the 144 km/h barrier—at the same Quebec location where I set my record."

Lucas was moved: "You've decided?"

"Yes. I've decided."

…

Two and a half hours later, Qin Yun and Su Huan arrived at Tianjin Port with their luggage.

After a series of document verifications and identity confirmations, they were taken to the designated yard and met the two cars sent by Laura. (Importing such large overseas items was an extremely complex process.)

Then both of them opened their mouths wide, staring at each other in shock.

Su Huan pointed at the cars before them, struggling to believe it.

"You're sure these are the two cars?"

Qin Yun checked the documents in his hand and nodded: "Yes, they are."

"What exactly does Laura do? How could she thank you with such an extravagant gift?"

Qin Yun scratched his head, equally astonished.

One was a BMW XM Label Red SUV, the other a Mercedes-Maybach S680 4MATIC—one the pinnacle of performance and luxury, the other the zenith of business and mobile opulence.

Su Huan checked the prices: the BMW cost around three million, the Mercedes over four million—totaling seven million.

The generosity was truly staggering.

Most importantly, both cars were custom-made, with the character "Qin" subtly engraved in countless details.

After recovering from her shock, she teased: "This German beauty Laura—she's not secretly into you, is she? Planning to keep you as her sugar daddy?"

Qin Yun laughed: "Then as my CEO, wouldn't you enjoy endless wealth and luxury too?"

"Pfft, get lost."

Qin Yun called Laura to express his gratitude.

"Laura, this gift is too much—I'm overwhelmed. In China, we say: 'No merit, no reward.' I've done something, but I still can't accept such a lavish gift."

Laura laughed: "Qin, these are just our company's own products—they're cheap. If I didn't worry you'd refuse something even more expensive, I'd have given you better."

"Our company?" Qin Yun froze. "These are BMW and Mercedes, right? You…"

"Oh, Qin, you don't know the Quandt family?" Laura asked, puzzled. "Our family owns the shares behind BMW and Mercedes."

Even after hanging up, Qin Yun was still dazed.

Seeing his expression, Su Huan asked: "What's wrong? What did Laura say?"

"She said these two cars are cheap."

"Cheap? Four million is cheap?" Su Huan wondered if the world had turned upside down.

"Because Laura said," Qin Yun shook his head, "her family owns BMW and Mercedes."

Now it was Su Huan's turn to be stunned.

"So you accidentally saved a real scion of a billionaire family in the desert?"

"Probably."

They fell silent for a long time. The world of the rich was beyond their understanding—then they began dividing the spoils.

"The BMW will be your CEO's car. As chairman, I'll reluctantly take the Mercedes. We'll drive them both to Hangzhou to register them—everything's already in order."

"Me?" Su Huan pointed at herself, gazing at the sleek, jet-black car radiating pure sportiness—her heart raced.

"Yes. It's yours from now on."

Qin Yun could be generous, but Su Huan couldn't just accept it outright.

She thought for a moment and said: "I'll just drive it for now—as a company vehicle."

Since both cars were gifts from Laura, there were no purchase invoices, so they couldn't be used for corporate tax deductions.

"Do as you like. Handle it yourself."

Qin Yun didn't care much about such details; as CEO, he felt she deserved a car worthy of her status.

They registered the cars on the spot, picked up the license plates at the vehicle office, and left immediately.

Driving from Beijing to Hangzhou without delays would take less than a day.

But Su Huan wasn't Qin Yun—they spent the night halfway and only arrived in Hangzhou at 2 p. . the next day.

Along the way, for some reason, every time they stopped, he checked the system—but it gave no response at all. Back in Beijing, it had been active, triggering two check-in tasks in succession.

Now that they'd left Beijing, it went silent? Was the system even guilty of regional discrimination?

Parked under Su Huan's rented building, Qin Yun looked at the other cars beside theirs and suggested: "Why not find a place with an underground parking garage?"

"I've been looking at new apartments for a while. Housing prices in Hangzhou have dropped sharply—I'm planning to buy a 120-square-meter unit."

Su Huan smiled: "As for renting, I have no plans to move. This place is fine."

"Buy a house?"

Qin Yun froze. Since his divorce, he'd never once considered buying anything major.

After all, he'd only become wealthy in the past two months—he hadn't even adjusted to having money. Besides, he was constantly traveling, practically homeless—buying a house seemed pointless.

But hearing her mention it, he suddenly thought: couldn't he give his mother a better living environment? If you have money and don't enjoy it, what's the point?

"It's great—Hangzhou's property prices will definitely stay high," Qin Yun said. "Living in your own home is always better than renting."

"You think so too, right?" Su Huan said excitedly. "I'm not planning to buy in the city center—I want somewhere quieter, like Liangzhu Cultural Village or near Xianghu… The prices there are still low—you can get a place for one or two million."

"Uh…"

Even though Qin Yun didn't understand real estate, he felt Su Huan's thinking had problems—but he couldn't articulate why, so he stayed silent.

The two carried their luggage upstairs. Su Huan kicked off her shoes and stretched. "I'm going to take a shower first. Make yourself at home."

When the sound of running water came from the bathroom, Qin Yun called his mother.

"Mom, Su Huan and I have arrived in Hangzhou."

"Aren't you supposed to go to Qinghai? Why are you coming back to Hangzhou with Xiao Su?" Hu Fen asked, puzzled.

"A friend gave me two cars, so I drove back with Su Huan," Qin Yun chuckled. "By the way, Mom, you've had your driver's license for over ten years—tomorrow I'll drive this car over and give it to you."

"I'm past my prime—why would I drive? You keep it."

Qin Yun said, "You're only in your early fifties—what's that called 'past your prime'? These days, seventy is still considered working age. You're at the perfect age to enjoy life. Only when you're truly old and can't move freely is that 'past your prime.'"

"But I've never driven before—I've forgotten how."

"No problem—I'll teach you. Besides, modern cars are automatic—it's simple."

Hearing her son say this, Hu Fen grew somewhat tempted. "Alright then. My son's done well—he's got his mom driving a car now."

Qin Yun could already picture the Mercedes S680 appearing before his mother, and her stunned expression.

Even if you removed the logo, the luxury of this car was unmistakable.

When Mom drives this to work, the state-owned enterprise bosses will have to get out of her way. Hahaha.

"Before you go abroad, will you still do livestreams? Why not come home for a while and wait until that show starts?"

Qin Yun shook his head. "That won't work—I haven't finished my road trip yet, and the car's still parked in Qinghai. I'll have time when I circle back."

"Fine, you decide. What about Su Huan? Let her get on the phone."

"Mom, why are you always chatting so much with Su Huan?"

"Hmph," Hu Fen said irritably. "Can't I be friends with young people?"

"Of course you can, Mom—I didn't mean that…"

"Enough talking. I'll call Xiao Su myself later. Goodbye."

"Dududu—"