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

The distance from Beijing to Tianjin Port is approximately one hundred and seventy kilometers.

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

Just as Qin Yun and Su Huan got into a taxi bound for Tianjin Port, a foreigner also learned of him at the same moment.

Ireland, Emerald Valley.

This is a skateboarding 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 has created this place.

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

Despite his fame and fortune, Aiden Murphy has not slackened; he still trains rigorously and attempts every year to break his own world record.

His last attempt was back in March this year—he failed, and his body suffered severe trauma: three ribs and one left leg were broken.

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

But this failure changed his mindset.

At thirty-eight years old, is it still worth challenging himself in this extreme sport? The record is his own—why exert so much effort?

One excuse after another kept battering his mind, leaving him indecisive.

He has lost count of how many injuries he has sustained during longboard downhill runs.

His wife complains; his child is heartbroken.

Yet beneath his fame and success, his heart still resists complacency—the thrill of breaking a record is not something an ordinary person can experience.

This pursuit is not something an ordinary person can understand.

"Aiden! Aiden!"

Lu Kasi's voice sounded urgent and panicked.

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

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

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

Aiden Murphy's expression froze instantly; he snapped his head up to look at Lu Kasi: "What did you say?"

"Your record has been broken," Lu Kasi repeated.

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

Lu Kasi 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 momentarily glazed. After a long silence, he exhaled deeply, slumping back into his chair—his previously uncertain heart now hardened with resolve.

Seeing his friend's expression, Lu Kasi anxiously asked: "Aiden, what do we do now?"

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

"Will this affect us?"

"Affect us?" Aiden Murphy smiled. "What could possibly affect us?"

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

Lu Kasi immediately opened the video clip on his phone and handed it to Aiden: "This guy is a Chinese outdoor enthusiast who mainly livestreams. When he broke the record yesterday, his live audience peaked at two million five hundred thousand."

Aiden took the phone and sucked in a sharp breath.

"That many people?"

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

"What can you do? The Chinese are so numerous; even their spit could drown Ireland."

Shaking his head, Aiden clicked play and began watching.

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 man's speed even without a speedometer—though not with perfect precision.

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

"Yeah, sponsored by Red Bull. No doubt they'll submit this record to Guinness for certification."

Aiden Murphy nodded; Red Bull has long partnered with Guinness.

For ordinary people, getting Guinness certification is complicated—they need official witnesses. But Red Bull, as a partner, has the right to certify records directly.

Thus, his own Guinness record is definitely going to be overwritten.

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

"Why are you praising him?"

"Because I'm grateful to him," Aiden Murphy returned the phone to Lu Kasi, a calm smile on his face. "I'm going to challenge him—I'll aim for the 144 km/h limit, at the same Quebec location where I broke my record."

Lu Kasi 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. (The process for receiving such large overseas shipments is extremely complex.)

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

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 send such extravagant gifts just to thank you?"

Qin Yun scratched his head, equally astonished.

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

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

The generosity of this gesture was truly shocking.

Most importantly, both cars were custom-made, with the character "Qin" visible everywhere in the details.

After her shock, she teased: "This German girl named Laura—she didn't fall for you, did she? Planning to keep you as a kept man?"

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

"Pfft, get lost."

Qin Yun called Laura to express his thanks.

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

Laura laughed: "Qin, these are all our company's products—very cheap. If I didn't fear you'd refuse something even more expensive, I'd have given you something better."

"Our company?" Qin Yun froze. "These are BMW and Mercedes… 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 began to doubt if the world had turned upside down.

"Because Laura said," Qin Yun shook his head, "their family owns the shares behind BMW and Mercedes."

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

"So you accidentally saved a true scion of a wealthy family in the desert?"

"Probably."

The two fell silent for a long while. 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? Drive it?" Su Huan pointed at herself, gazing at the pitch-black car radiating pure sportiness, her heart racing.

"Yeah, 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 hold it for you—for company use."

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

"Do as you like. Handle it yourself."

Qin Yun didn't care much about these details. Besides, 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. m. the next day.

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

Now that they'd left Beijing, it was like it had fallen asleep? Did the system have regional discrimination?

Parked under Su Huan's rented building, Qin Yun looked at the other cars beside the two new ones and suggested: "Why not move to a place with an underground garage?"

"I've been looking at new apartments for a long time. Hangzhou's prices have dropped sharply these two years—I plan to buy a 120-square-meter unit."

Su Huan smiled: "As for renting, I don't plan to move yet. This place is fine."

"Buy a house?"

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

He'd only become truly wealthy in the past two months—he hadn't even adjusted to being rich. Besides, he was always on the move, practically homeless; buying a house made little sense.

But hearing Su Huan mention it, he suddenly thought: couldn't he improve his mother's living environment? If you're rich and don't enjoy it, what's the point?

"Good idea," Qin Yun said. "Hangzhou's housing prices will stay high. Living in your own home is always better than renting."

"You think so too?" Su Huan said excitedly. "I won't buy in the city center—I want somewhere quieter, like Liangzhu Cultural Village or Xianghu. Prices there are still low—you can get a place for one or two million."

"Uh…"

Even though Qin Yun knew nothing about real estate, he felt Su Huan's thinking had flaws—but he couldn't articulate why, so he stayed silent.

They carried their luggage upstairs. Su Huan kicked off her shoes and stretched: "I'm going to shower. Make yourself at home."

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

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

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

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

"I'm too old to drive. You keep it."

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

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

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

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

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

Even if you removed the logo, the luxury was unmistakable.

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

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

Qin Yun shook his head: "Can't do that. My road trip isn't over yet, and the car's still in Qinghai. I'll have time when I circle back."

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

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

"Hmph." Hu Fen frowned. "Can't I be friends with young people?"

"That's not what I meant, Mom—you're not old at all, I just meant…"

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

"Dudududuuu—"