I let you be a rich man, not a scumbag.

The old man was very happy.

"What does your family do? I was still driving my dad's supercar when I was 18, and I refused to buy me a 911." Jiang Xin looked at Jiang Cheng's Porsche 918 with envy and asked indirectly.

"It's just an ordinary family. Compared with you, it's nothing." Jiang Cheng waved his hand and said.

Hearing Jiang Cheng say this, Wang Zheng said with a smile: "Jiang Cheng, if you are still from an ordinary family, then I will become a garbage collector? Look, the car you drive is two of mine."

Do you think any rich second generation can take out tens of millions of full payment to buy a supercar?

Although they are rich, they are all rich second generations, and the money in the family is not on them.

Their family only gave them a portion of the funds they could use, which might be a lot for ordinary people.

But as the second generation of the rich in Shanghai, they usually have a lot of daily expenses and consumption.

Just the maintenance fee of the supercar they drove today is nearly 100,000 yuan every month.

In addition to drinking and flirting with girls, health massage and health care, and buying all kinds of luxury goods to go out to sea and abroad.

If you really calculate it, it will cost more than one million yuan every month.

It’s not very stressful to ask them to pay a few million yuan in full to buy a car, but it’s really difficult to pay tens of millions in full.

Jiang Xin nodded in agreement: "Well, if you pick up garbage, what am I? I find that rich people these days are getting more and more pretentious."

"What I said is true, but I'm just lucky. I was reborn with a system." Jiang Cheng said seriously.

"Fuck, you're not the kind of person who often appears in novels, the legendary god of war who returns to the city and commands millions of soldiers to come, right?" Wang Zheng stared at Jiang Cheng with an incredible look in his eyes.

"Yes, yes, yes, the kind where millions of soldiers come and then slap each of them in the face and yell at you for being too much trouble." Jiang Cheng replied with a smile.

Everyone was amused by Jiang Cheng.

"Okay, you're quite funny. One of you is going to be kept by a rich woman and the other is going to be a garbage collector. I don't think you will pretend to be miserable. The old rules are, whoever spends the most will treat you tonight." Qin Fen said excitedly.

Jiang Cheng shook his head helplessly. He was telling the truth, but no one believed him.

"I wonder if there will be any special items this time." Wang Zheng rubbed his hands expectantly.

A group of people walked in while talking.

"Jiang Cheng, the owner of this private collection is a top professional private watch collector in China."

"There are many top-quality watches that are hard to buy outside. I and they will come to see them when we have the chance."

"But the owner doesn't live in Shanghai all the time. She happened to be here these two days. I saw you came to Richard Miller last time, and I thought you should like watches, so I asked you to come and see." Wang Zheng pointed at Jiang Cheng's wrist and explained.

Jiang Cheng asked in confusion: "If it is a collection, why do you sell it?"

Wang Zheng shook his head: "Actually, I don't know much, but the watches here are sometimes sold and sometimes not. It depends on luck. Sometimes I like a watch but it is not for sale. Sometimes it is not sold today, but it may be sold tomorrow. I guess it may be because the owner is a woman and is more fickle. By the way, the two watches you bought at the last auction were hers."

Jiang Cheng nodded in understanding after listening to Wang Zheng's explanation.

The security guard who came out to receive them took them in and immediately closed the door of the mansion.

After entering, an old man in a butler's uniform came out soon.

He nodded respectfully to Jiang Cheng and the others and said, "The master is still on the way. She asked me to entertain you first. Please come this way."