C2 It's Good to be Rich!

After indulging in a lavish Western meal, Chen Zhixuan found himself nearly 90,000 yuan lighter. But what's that compared to a hundred million? It's barely a drop in the bucket.

"Ah, this is the life! Being rich feels amazing! Where should I go have fun tomorrow?"

Once home, Chen Zhixuan enjoyed a hot bath and stretched out on his bed, the epitome of comfort.

"Oh right, isn't there a class reunion tomorrow? I've got to go! Now that I've got money, why not flaunt it a bit?" he thought, smirking to himself.

He promptly whipped out his phone and shot off a message in the WeChat group: "My dear classmates, count on me to be at tomorrow's reunion, punctual as ever!"

But his message was met with silence. The group was buzzing over a wealthy peer named Chen Shaoqiang.

Chen Shaoqiang, the richest among them, whose father managed a renowned local real estate firm with assets in the multimillions, was the center of attention. Chen Zhixuan had never cared for him, especially after enduring his bullying back in their school days.

The incident that stuck out most was when Chen Zhixuan penned a love letter to the class 'goddess,' only to have Chen Shaoqiang read it aloud to everyone, leaving him utterly humiliated. Beyond that, Chen Zhixuan harbored nothing but disdain for him.

...

The next day dawned bright and early.

Chen Zhixuan stretched languidly and rose from bed, reveling in a life no longer shackled by financial stress—a truly liberating feeling.

"Ding! The Strongest Sign-In System is now online. Please complete your sign-in, Host!"

Hearing such a delightful prompt first thing in the morning brought a smile to Chen Zhixuan's face.

"This system is on point, even reminding me to sign in. I'm curious to see what I'll get today."

"Ding! Congratulations, Host, for signing in successfully. You've received a Bugatti La Voiture Noire."

"Holy smokes, a Bugatti!"

At the mention of the prize, Chen Zhixuan was electrified, leaping out of bed in excitement.

He had only seen the Bugatti La Voiture Noire online before—a rare gem, the only one of its kind in the world, a homage to the iconic Bugatti Type 57 SC Atlantic, priced at a staggering 11 million euros, equivalent to 83.51 million yuan.

A one-of-a-kind hypercar worth eighty million—what does that even mean?

Next to it, the Bugatti Veyron is practically a little brother, not even close to half its price!

"System, where's my Bugatti?"

Chen Zhixuan was on fire with excitement.

For a man, a car is his second life. Chen Zhixuan had always harbored dreams of a sports car, but the harshness of reality had kept him grounded. Before, having a regular car worth over a hundred thousand yuan was an achievement.

The system responded, "Host, your Bugatti is currently in the residential complex's basement. Please proceed to collect it."

"Collect it? Of course, I'll collect it! Who would be foolish enough not to claim a Bugatti worth over eighty million yuan?"

Once he had the car keys from the system, Chen Zhixuan quickly dressed and dashed to the complex's basement.

...

The basement was swarming with spectators.

A hypercar valued at over eighty million yuan, and with import taxes, worth even more, was bound to create a stir.

It was the morning rush hour.

Residents and tenants were heading to work as usual, but the Bugatti was turning heads, eliciting gasps of amazement.

They admired from a distance, not daring to get too close.

"Oh my goodness! I never knew such a beautiful sports car existed! It would be amazing to sit in it!"

A young female office worker blushed with excitement, snapping several photos of the Bugatti. If her boyfriend hadn't held her back, she would have loved to climb onto the hood for a few close-up shots.

Alas, the car was simply too pricey, and she had to satisfy herself with looking, not touching.

"I'm going to share this online. This is what a real top-of-the-line Bugatti looks like! I can't believe it's here in our complex. Who here is so loaded?"

"Sis, take a few photos for me, quick! I want to flaunt this on my Moments!"

"Excuse me, everyone, can I get a close-up? I'm about to be late, just a few pictures, please?"

...

Chen Zhixuan made his way to the underground garage, now packed with onlookers.

"Excuse me, Sister Lin, what's going on?"

Chen Zhixuan inquired of his roommate, Sister Lin.

Sister Lin replied, "Somebody parked a Bugatti worth over a hundred million here. Hey, Little Zhang, snap a photo for me, will you? I can't wait to show it off in my friends' group."

"Why bother with a photo? Come on, Sister Lin, I'll let you sit inside." Chen Zhixuan offered with a smile.

"Cut it out! You think you can let me sit in that kind of car looking like that? Even if you were reborn, you couldn't afford a tire!" Sister Lin scoffed, giving him a disdainful eye roll.

"Really?"

Chen Zhixuan didn't argue. He just smiled and pressed the car key in his hand.

"Ding!"

A vibrant and emphatic electronic beep rang out. As Sister Lin and dozens of onlookers watched in amazement, the Bugatti's butterfly doors swung upwards. Chen Zhixuan made his way through the crowd and settled into the driver's seat of the Bugatti.

The lavish interior highlighted Chen Zhixuan's commanding presence.

"Vroom!"

The growl of the engine reverberated through the underground garage like a wild beast.

It took a while after Chen Zhixuan had driven off for Sister Lin to snap out of her daze.

"Was that really Chen Zhixuan?" she whispered to herself.

...

You have to admit, a luxury car is a luxury car. Driving down the street, it turns heads without fail, every single time!

In terms of agility and stability, it's in a league of its own, far beyond your average supercar!

Of course, Chen Zhixuan hadn't driven any other sports cars before, but he knew one thing for sure – this Bugatti, a prize from the system, was exhilaratingly smooth and powerful to drive!

To test out the rumored top speed of 480 kilometers per hour, Chen Zhixuan decided to take the car for a spin on the highway.

Despite being photographed incessantly, for the now multimillionaire Chen Zhixuan, it was all pocket change.

...

At half-past four in the afternoon, a group of stylishly dressed young people gathered at the entrance of the Tianhao Hotel, chatting away.

Then, a sleek black Mercedes-Benz S-Class rolled up in front of them.

The sharp-eyed among them immediately recognized the owner of the Mercedes-Benz.

"Whoa! Look who's arrived—our very own Young Master Chen!"

And there he was.

As the Mercedes-Benz door swung open, a young man clutching a briefcase strode out confidently.

The group of young people gathered at the entrance burst into exclamations.

"Damn, Young Master Chen, you got a new ride already? And a Mercedes-Benz S-Class at that? That's gotta cost a pretty penny, right?"

A young man sporting a buzz cut led the crowd in greeting him.

Chewing nonchalantly on his gum, Chen Shaoqiang replied, "Not too pricey, just over a million."

"Just over a million? Young Master Chen, you sure have a way with understatement!"

"Good heavens! Over a million! I make a mere five thousand yuan a month. How many years would I have to go without eating or drinking to afford that?" blurted out a stylishly dressed girl in disbelief.

Her name was Tang Wanli.

In terms of looks and figure, she was a standout in her class, a true beauty by any standard.