Chapter 129

Qin Ze is excited right now because he has obtained a large manor!

But in Jiang Ru's eyes, it seems her brother-in-law has...

Something interesting!

So much so that Jiang Ru is still keeping her head down, her face flushed.

Her fingers are drawing circles on the rim of her cup.

Her posture is coy, carrying a kind of shyness and anticipation unique to a young girl.

Every now and then, she steals a glance at Qin Ze!

Qin Ze, seeing Jiang Ru like this, is also puzzled.

Why does this girl have this expression?

Could it be that it's too hot in the room?

But soon, Qin Ze discovers something is wrong!

This Jiang Ru is indeed a beauty.

Even a bit better-looking than her sister, Jiang Wan.

And an SS-level rating is top-tier within the entire system.

But for now, he cannot be too aggressive.

"Um... Jiang Ru."

"Hmm?" Jiang Ru looks up at him.

"It's getting late, I'll head back first." Qin Ze stands up.

"Work hard, and call me anytime if you need anything."

Jiang Ru is stunned for a moment, then quickly stands up as well:

"Brother-in-law, you're leaving already?"

"Yeah, I have some things to take care of."

As Qin Ze says this, he is already walking toward the door.

Jiang Ru sees him to the door, stands by the entrance, watches Qin Ze's back, and bites her lip:

"Brother-in-law... can you come visit me often in the future?"

Qin Ze turns his head, looks at her big, watery eyes, and his heart softens:

"Alright, I'll come when I'm free."

After saying this, he quickens his pace and leaves the apartment almost as if fleeing.

Back in the car, Qin Ze sits in the driver's seat and lets out a long breath.

He grips the steering wheel and looks ahead.

In his mind, he is still replaying that system notification from just now.

Luyin Manor.

A luxury mansion worth twelve million.

If he were to move in, wouldn't it be a hundred times more comfortable than living in a hotel?

The more Qin Ze thinks about it, the more excited he gets; he starts the car, hits the gas, and drives toward the hotel.

Days pass and the moon sets!

The next afternoon.

Qin Ze changes into a clean casual suit, drives his car, and arrives at the location agreed upon with Gao Hui.

The entrance of a high-end teahouse in the center of Jiangcheng City.

As soon as he arrives, he sees Gao Hui stepping out of a silver-gray Porsche Panamera.

Gao Hui is wearing a dark blue casual suit with a Patek Philippe on his wrist; the whole person can be described in one word: wealthy.

Qin Ze looks over his car and smiles:

"You kid, you're hiding your true colors, driving such a luxury car!"

"Hey, it's just my daily driver." Gao Hui pats the roof of the car.

Qin Ze sighs inwardly.

Children from wealthy families are indeed different.

Their daily drivers are Porsches.

"Let's go, you probably haven't been to the place we're going today."

Gao Hui gets in his car and waves at Qin Ze.

Qin Ze also gets into his BMW 740.

The two cars, one after the other, drive north along the streets of Jiangcheng City for about twenty minutes.

Finally, they stop in front of a building that looks like a dilapidated garage.

This building looks very low-key from the outside.

Gray exterior walls, no signs, no logos.

Only a few expensive cars are parked at the entrance.

A Maybach, a Lamborghini, a Bentley.

The cheapest one is a Mercedes-Benz G-Class.

Looking at these cars, Qin Ze inwardly gets the picture.

This circle is indeed extraordinary.

Gao Hui parks the car, walks to Qin Ze's side, and pats him on the shoulder:

"Let's go, brother."

"I'll introduce you once we're inside."

The two walk through the main gate.

Once inside, there is a spacious hall.

Several sets of leather sofas are arranged in the hall, and a few young people are sitting there drinking tea and chatting.

Beside each person sits a brightly and beautifully dressed woman.

It seems they are the female companions they brought.

As soon as Gao Hui enters, someone notices him.

"Yo, Gao Hui is here!"

A man in a white suit stands up and smiles, waving at Gao Hui.

Gao Hui brings Qin Ze over and introduces him with a smile:

"Everyone, let me introduce you."

"This is my brother, Qin Ze."

"He's young, has successfully started his own business, and now has significant net worth."

"He also likes cars, so I brought him here to join the club."

Qin Ze stands beside Gao Hui, smiling and nodding at everyone.

At this moment, a man who looks to be in his early thirties stands up.

He is wearing a black casual outfit, is tall, has regular features, and a calm demeanor.

He walks up to Qin Ze and extends his hand:

"Hello, I'm Liang Bo."

Qin Ze shakes his hand:

"Hello, I'm Qin Ze."

Gao Hui adds from the side:

"Liang Bo is the eldest son of Jiangcheng City's richest man, Liang Qingquan, and he is also the president of our car club."

Qin Ze is slightly surprised inwardly.

The eldest son of Liang Qingquan?

That is one of the richest people in Jiangcheng City; the liquor factory he runs is famous nationwide.

He didn't expect his son to be into cars too.

Qin Ze quickly says politely:

"President Liang, I've heard much about you."

Liang Bo smiles, his voice gentle:

"No need for formalities; since you're Gao Hui's friend, you're one of us in this circle."

"Come, sit."

The few of them sit down again.

Liang Bo has someone bring a membership application form and hands it to Qin Ze:

"Just fill this out, and from now on, we're all brothers."

Qin Ze takes the form and is just about to fill it out.

A sarcastic voice suddenly comes from the side:

"Gao Hui, what kind of business does this brother of yours do?"

Qin Ze looks up.

The speaker is a man with a buzz cut and a large gold chain around his neck.

He is leaning back on the sofa, legs crossed, holding a cigar, his tone carrying a hint of disdain.

Gao Hui glances at the man and then introduces him to Qin Ze:

"This is Sun Dapeng, the vice president of our club."

Then he looks at Sun Dapeng:

"My brother started his own business, an investment company."

"It's a bit different from us; my brother is young, but he's already a first-generation entrepreneur!"

Sun Dapeng sneers upon hearing this:

"Entrepreneurship?"

"There are so many people starting businesses now; nine out of ten fail."

"President Qin, what's the registered capital of your company?"

Seeing his attitude, Qin Ze feels a bit annoyed.

But he keeps a smile on his face:

"A small company, not worth mentioning."

Seeing that he doesn't take the bait, Sun Dapeng changes the subject:

"President Qin, what kind of car do you drive?"

"A BMW 740," Qin Ze answers truthfully.

"Pfft—"

A man with glasses next to him laughs out loud.

"A BMW 740? Isn't that just a low-spec 7 Series?"

"In our circle, the minimum is a Porsche 911."

"You drive a 740 and have the nerve to join the club?"

Qin Ze's gaze shifts to the man with glasses.

Gao Hui introduces him in a low voice from the side:

"Ma Liang, his family is in construction materials."

Qin Ze remembers the name.

But he doesn't speak, just looks at Ma Liang, a trace of a smile still on his lips.

Sun Dapeng speaks up again, his tone clearly provocative:

"President Qin, the membership fee for our club is one hundred thousand."

"If you have the means, contributing a bit more to the club would be even better!"

As soon as these words are out, the atmosphere in the entire hall becomes subtle.

Everyone looks at Qin Ze, waiting to see his reaction.

Qin Ze holds his teacup and takes a slow sip.

Then he puts down the cup, looks at Sun Dapeng, and smiles:

"One hundred thousand, I'll pay two hundred thousand."

"The extra one hundred thousand can be considered activity funds for our club."